social commentary

There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.

A Work in Protest
To be a woman Practicing radical Self love Is a political statement An act of civil disobedience A protest In a society that tells us
By Koli Marie4 years ago in Poets
I AM AMERICA
I am what this country represents I am loud and outspoken I am what I am standing for I know what I stand for I'm an American that has hopes and dream to inspire this country
By Gladys W. Muturi4 years ago in Poets
Hollow Girl
My soul is dying, you can tell by my eyes My heart is aching, but that should come as no surprise I see myself in the mirror, but I don't look the same
By Nicholle Michelle4 years ago in Poets
I did not, do not, and will never, ask for it
Maybe some women do ask for it, but I most certainly DO NOT. In fact I DO EVERYTHING in my power NOT to ask for it. I don't wear shorts or short skirts in public.
By Skye Bothma4 years ago in Poets
Turn Out The Lights
The houses are dark... The sky is grey... Here in New Orleans Life has gone away... The schools are shut... The kids don’t play...
By Jeffrey Pipes Guice4 years ago in Poets
Quarantine
This is a crazy time in This world right now. A virus we can’t see has Shut down the world. All sports are cancelled.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Poets
Sleep isn't sleep anymore it's an escape from reality.
sleep noun UK /sliːp/ US /sliːp/ sleep noun (NOT AWAKE) Sleep is a naturally recurring state of mind and body, characterized by altered consciousness
By Nicole4 years ago in Poets
Mountain Climbing
My first villanelle did not stick to the true form which was pointed out quite rightly by John Welford . Taking his words on board I used "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas as a guide to produce this as a tribute to the hard work of The Vocal Social Society Team.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
The Sorrow Beneath their Wings
She comes here most mornings, sipping a cup of coffee, or clutching some new book in her hand waiting, for what-- I don't know.
By Robin Laurinec4 years ago in Poets
I Don’t See The Colour Red
Not to say that I am colour blind I can even see a rainbow of colours I don’t see the colour red I can recognize it on billboard and tv
By Kyla Green4 years ago in Poets
Injustice
I've always thought it strange, What happened late that night, When the moon rose proud and mighty, And the stars hung high and bright.
By Benett S4 years ago in Poets
The One Real Way to Earn Money Quick
The one real way That people earn money Real quick Is to tap into Your fundamental fear Of scarcity. *** They tap into
By Lucy Dan (she/her/她)4 years ago in Poets