social commentary

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

The Unobservable Colors
Color is what I see The light of the heavens that shines upon me , Everyday, it warms my being ignites my soul
By Fernando Ramirez5 years ago in Poets
What if I were a rainbow?
What if I were a rainbow? A collection of Roy G. Biv? Such colors would bestow Pure wonder — or, perhaps, misgive.
By Casara Clark5 years ago in Poets
Ode to Aida
Living fully counts most. For this, she denies no one a piece of her heart. Loyal to devotion and most seriously true. She bursts pieces of her heart out to float in the air, riding on sunbeams to reach faraway places, every time she sings, every time she dances, every time she arts.
By Victoria Reyes5 years ago in Poets
Melanin
Miss America or maybe should say Mister. I am un apologetically black or maybe I resonate with bronze or gold. The same descendant from melanin souls you stole. See society watches as stories unfold, manipulation, illusions and words untold. Who gave this land to a rich white man? Where does my color fit in in this rich white land? Well history has told us, no history has showed us. This system was built to control us. Where fatality is a normality leaving casualties never casually. Is our anatomy the root cause for these fatalities? I believe this is a social, economical and legal technicality. How does the color of our skin shape our reality? Brown skin, light skin, chocolate, mocha, red. Every color but black comes to my head. I’ll choose melanin till I become skeleton instead. Say A prayer for people of color before i go to bed. Let me close with question and thank you for your time. America how are we free but still slaves in our minds?
By John Keller5 years ago in Poets
The Scarlet Letter
My brown eyes followed the journey of Hester Prynne and the scarlet letter on her porcelain skin. No blade of green beneath her feet
By Andre Brice5 years ago in Poets
Monsoon Ensemble
Colours and patterns in shades spawn in my mind I have no objective origins, like heritage, are symbiotic with light
By Zackiel5 years ago in Poets
Handbag verses Manbag
Start writing... . Who would have thought over the past decades a man would be carrying a handbag (aka a Manbag). However Indianna Jones started this (craze)?
By Maree Johnson 5 years ago in Poets
Colour Me Good, Colour Me Bad.
Colour me good, Colour me bad To describe me in colour Hmmmm, now what would that be, A Pretty girl in pink Seen to the eyes of society
By Tina marie Clark5 years ago in Poets
color or colour?
why is it that some choose to use color and others choose to use colour? does this additional “u” also confuse you?
By sydney johnson5 years ago in Poets
True Colours Challenge
Don’t put me in your colour coded category. I live in a world that is free to blend and mix and move, to shape and contour the lines of my existence.
By Kimran Mahal 5 years ago in Poets
Opacity
The position in which I find myself is a troubling one. Though I protest, my voice is diminished to an unpleasant tune. Words fall on deaf ears and ricochet off apathetic hearts.
By G K5 years ago in Poets
Hueman
It's a beautiful day for depression. It’s a beautiful for oppression. Cause of my genetics. What in the phonetics? The hate speech you're using is causing bruising to the people who won't be your sheeple.
By rea5 years ago in Poets