social commentary

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

Tis gone
Having lost that part that mattered most, carelessly given away. With little or no regard for the future.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Instinctive Drift
Under the celestial canopy of endless wonder and open-ended anxiety I feel a rumbling in the subconscious of mankind When the comforts of the age have gone what will we be, if the slightest grievance transforms us in to feral, bloodthirsty savages in the moment?
By Mark Leasure5 years ago in Poets
Wabi-Sabi
AS i follow the path set forth through the obstetric nature of all natural things, I often wonder why we've forsaken life for the path to which the search for money, power, and stuff brings.
By Chompers5 years ago in Poets
A Crown for Lockdown: Part Three
8. A water-cooler moment, swapping jokes. A glass of lager, supped inside a pub. A weekend car-trip just to see your folks.
By Stephen Patrick Lee5 years ago in Poets
Clout Freestyle
06.12.2019 It was never about you Still worried bout what I'm up to , After all that we've been through Bitch , I should have blocked you
By Tiye Samone5 years ago in Poets
Apartment 10B
saw him day before yesterday buying groceries said the price of living was killing him so we took the long way along the Potomac
By Christy Munson5 years ago in Poets
The Gamer
What you running from, I thought you gaming The gamer, I guess we are not one of the same tell the truth, whats to blame But I guess the reality is lame, so we stay in this video game.
By DNice5 years ago in Poets
Dazed & Confused
Dazed and confused, he stumbled into that lonely place, Blissful but ominous, the sound of silence Covered its atmosphere as was typical on weekdays.
By GNZ11 5 years ago in Poets
The Fate of the world
Suppose for moment, the fate of the world rested with one person. One individual who, like it or not,
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
He Fell
Two hours to tell A silence befell them to manifest their fears It's never easy Secreting the story from the sensation A capitulation of fact and fiction
By Shane Cameron5 years ago in Poets
Ghetto|Streets
My city’s streets are nappy. They intertwine and knot like matted hair. They are freeform, judged by their appearance and deemed unprofessional.
By Chris Webb5 years ago in Poets
What If You Saw It Their Way?
If you wonder too much You start to doubt what you hear. Before it was families, work, local clicks, and social groups That kept similar opinions and traditions
By Ruth Anne Wood5 years ago in Poets