social commentary

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

Summer of 51’
Remember that summer of 51’ America under It’s Great sun Home to moral beauty, beating the bold into shape, my greatest escape was my biggest mistake
By RRICH 6 years ago in Poets
Drawing Attention
Who draws those lines at crime scenes? The ones with awkward strokes, that trace the final pose of dear-departed
By j.s.lamb6 years ago in Poets
All I See Is...
All I see is... double standards galore. All I see is... a limited life in store. All I see is... very few rights at all.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
The Creatures Eulogy
My dearest creature, I am so sorry for how this cruel world treated you. As I stand here before you, I can’t help but look at my fellow humans with disgust. We are a cruel people. Tormenting anything different from us. You were so innocent, so brave. You had so much potential to be something astonishing. All you wanted was love and acceptance. Not from everyone; one person would have been enough. You just needed another living, breathing, soul to reach out its hand of tenderness and tell you it was going to be okay. To teach you the ways of right and wrong but we humans are fragile, bound to break at the slightest touch of something unusual.
By Sue Wilson6 years ago in Poets
How is it that we are all the same?
How is it that we all feel the same When disaster strikes When a loved one passes away When an arrow is hit and ten are struck
By Nikki Kanwal6 years ago in Poets
viewpoint
We see with our eyes But they’re not open For the glass is half empty We dwell on what we can’t control Missing the bigger picture
By Meshia6 years ago in Poets
America
America has been said to be the land of the free the Bold and The Brave But this is not my America My America is a land thousands of
By Meshia6 years ago in Poets
Lost in the Smog.
Below the Hollywood sign, under the villas on stilts, through the top layer of perpetual haze lies the world’s greatest tourist trap.
By Scott Carnahan6 years ago in Poets
This Moment
This moment. I’m not lost but I feel myself as I travel through this season of my life. There’s an anxiety within me as I continue this daily routine.
By 3EBM6 years ago in Poets
Somewhere in the Sky
People say that somewhere in the sky there are melodious Myriads making music. It’s said they sing alongside a six-winged choir.
By Noah Servant-Of-All6 years ago in Poets
The Orchestra Part 1
The screeching of the violins runs across the night noises left and right caught in a ray of light blazing like hellfire from the full moonlight. The moonlit bars alive with
By Annie Kapur6 years ago in Poets
Look Me in My Eyes
Look me in my eyes. Look past the lush, welcoming brown pits that draw you in. Look deeper than that. Can you see the redness? The fire burning behind them, to be successful at this thing called life, in this world called Love?
By J. Jamal6 years ago in Poets