social commentary

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

If the Summer Heat Doesn't Kill Me
The brutal August heat of Nagoya feels like it is tearing the flesh from my body as the sweat rolls down my face and evaporates as quickly as the Japanese phrases
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Poets
Truth Crush
It doesn’t matter what you say as long as your voice keeps echoing across all social media channels you are sure to end up being some
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Poets
Martin's Dream
Martin’s Dream By: Karlton A. Armistad [In the wake of the Nation-wide Demonstrations in the United States
By Andrew Little5 years ago in Poets
Black I Am
Black I Am By: Karlton A. Armistad [In Tribute to Black History Months 2020 & 2021] 1. I glisten and shine in the golden sunlight; because black I am. My smile is bright, the melanin in my beautiful skin carries memories of centuries of oppression, lies and deception unshackled by the payment of a heavy price by my ancestors.
By Andrew Little5 years ago in Poets
Discrimination
Discrimination Everyone is born different why is there discrimination against a certain group of people instead of a celebration
By Ashley Ching5 years ago in Poets
eye to eye
you know we chose this path for what we had was not ours it was not ours from the start although we chose to stand tall and bow
By Keed Williams5 years ago in Poets
Diaphanous
Surreal mood kicked in while sipping a cup of tea a pure spring moment waves its gentle motion inside, shaking mental blockage
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
The Humanist
I aspire to be a humanist I am not there yet. I try to live by the axiom. “That the world should be a better place that I have lived”
By Owen Nicholls5 years ago in Poets
Tis the Season
Tis’ the season They do say. With a smile Full of teeth and crinkles. Assuming all is merry and bright. However for far too many
By Owen Nicholls5 years ago in Poets
New hope alone
Embers on the sidewalk Their flame already lost No hope, it quickly passes Strewn across the masses Nought but dust.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Poets
Resting Face
The rest in my face is anything but restful when rebuke has licked the self esteem from its surface. When war has spit flames that scorched the
By Mars Saint5 years ago in Poets
Angel
When you were young Everything used to seem at the snap of a thumb Fall asleep on the couch In the backseat On the floor
By Estevan Jorge5 years ago in Poets