social commentary

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

The Blistered Truth
“Death created time to grow the things that it would kill.” -Rustle Cole “True Detectives” And we will only know the ones
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Poets
Millionaires, Billionaires, Trillionaires
I call upon the millionaires, billionaires, trillionaires In these trying times of humanity Your wealth can help save lives
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
The Hegelian Dialectic
Cause a problem, then a reaction, and a solution. Mix it up well, then add plenty of confusion. Use the media, to ram home the message With behavioural psychology, so aggressive
By Warwick Holding 5 years ago in Poets
Cyber-sex
Lonely online again, browsing missed messages and immoral monologues. I want you to see me, See past my floral facade of rose tinted filters and indigo frames and think about me in your art. Blow me a kiss in your music videos, just remember to dance like I’m not watching.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Poem: "Unite"
Poem Unite Evey day there is something new More hate and chaos spread Like someone ads fuel to the fire Hoping for destruction ahead.
By Tatiana Stone5 years ago in Poets
Shades of Us
Shades of Us What then is Golden If not the color of perfection? Amber, Cocoa and Charcoal A crown of luminous curly locks.
By Lee York5 years ago in Poets
Wastelands
In the sweet, sticky heat of summertime street life, rolling off another spliff while my partner OD’s in the backseat,
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
White Enough
White Enough My father came from far away Across the ocean wide To settle freely in this place Of cross-cultural pride.
By Bobi Leutschaft Poitras5 years ago in Poets
My colour is not unique
My Colour is not Unique. The diversity of the colours that are combined in my roots, that is a unique combination. For it's the only combination that makes me.
By Joshua Tynes5 years ago in Poets
Whitewashed
My reflection in a storm-scattered lake, Darker, unsettled, echoes of fragments. As the waves return me, to me, I reflect
By Kathleen Trujillo Roush 5 years ago in Poets
A Conversation I Had
...and she said, “I think every one who smokes is running from something.” and I thought she was wrong and I simply believe that everyone is running from something...and we are all afraid of it, whatever it is and we all found ways to cope and we all can’t sleep at night with these fears behind our eye lids...we all know. But I know I can’t sleep and that’s why I smoke. And I smell my fear on my upper lip, and I know mosquitos taste it in my blood and now I know that my fear lives within me..
By A’Moor_Creative5 years ago in Poets
DONE!
HEY! Listen up, listen now, listen here and listen good If you don't then all you'll hear will be screams throughout your neighborhood
By I Omnist5 years ago in Poets