social commentary

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

Afghanii Interrupted
The sadness in my heart just seems to grow. That mother fuker, just wont let it go. So I end up again on the bathroom floor,
By Mariam Del Blanco6 years ago in Poets
Collection of Short Poems
Row The Boat Row, row, row, your dad, Densely puts you down, Carelessly, narrowly, spirally, therapy, Makes you want to drown.
By Honor Willow Brown6 years ago in Poets
Hey Black Man!
Hey black man how u doing where you been? Probably doing black stuff cuz' there you go again Standing on the corner selling drugs, drinking beer
By christopher clinton6 years ago in Poets
Make America Great Again?
They say Let's make America great again Fuck u homie I’m an immigrant Stolen from the the shores of the motherland Forced over here from another land
By christopher clinton6 years ago in Poets
Vacancy
The buzz of neon signs outside the store, as a bustling city washing me in an array of noise. Strangers are kissing on the corner broken hearts making love to a sound so furious.
By S.W. 6 years ago in Poets
Who is Supreme
I feel you looking at me kid you think I'm the one that took your father away I feel you looking at me kid thinking I'm the one who never gave you a future
By Meshia6 years ago in Poets
Who is Supreme
You want to judge me officer Based off my skin it's OK I can't hold that against you for your preconception it was engraved in you
By Meshia6 years ago in Poets
Marriage
Marriage is the title, one alot of people worship like an idol, everyone becomes one, exchanging Identities, bank accounts, one in the system, but not usually one of one, not including love, true communication, your life partner, your twin, your other
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets
A Country Ablaze
As fires engulf the nation It’s hard to comprehend How we have been forsaken By the government at hand Our countrymen are falling
By Celious Blanc6 years ago in Poets
Sea Idyll
lay me down to rest in the lea of the lapping waves covered overhead by the cove cave of the sealy shepherd ever-changing shapes
By Abby Siegel6 years ago in Poets
Cookies
From being hounded for a nugget of weed, to being searched with nothing on me, constantly pleading my rights, never lying about my stance in the matter, never fearing the consequences, even when carrying,
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets
Weed in the Grave
One would think this was a plot on the exiles of weed, but need I say I smoke everyday, all day, not choosy, all flower One who Views would say me blowing through the smoke is evidence of poor choices, but that is only ignorance to my needs & concerns,
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets