social commentary

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

Evergreen
Self-sacrifices, selfishness, and all The unselfishness in the world today Cannot contend with the one, single call Of individualism that must say.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Colors
I fear for my future children, And for the children of others. That they’ll grow up, In a world that doesn’t recognize colors.
By Kaylee Henrickson7 years ago in Poets
Is This Us?
In political ads, who is this ‘us’? Is it the middle class, the rich, the poor? What is this amorphous symbolic fuss? Who can claim to be the target or core?
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Long Live the American Dream
Stories are born between the walls, behind the window panes. But people are made in this jungle. Atop the towers, amidst the clouds,
By Kendra Adams7 years ago in Poets
The Center Piece
A glorious and glorified pump that Through millennia has been pushed down the Throats who boast how this organ is the vat
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Under My Desk
My heart is still continuing to race Tears are streaming down my face The door is locked I hear a shot Suddenly my classmate is not
By Raye Natasha7 years ago in Poets
Dinner Party
Witness I did a love affair This jaded and apprehensive pair Whose affectations were bathed in strife A timid husband and his gaudy wife
By Shane Eide7 years ago in Poets
My Eyes Are No Longer Pure
My eyes are no longer Pure The eyes are given color at the time of birth; But the mind knows nothing of colors diverse.
By Kiera M7 years ago in Poets
The Mind of Insanity
Re"creation of souls the reincarnation of goals Blasfomy actually staggering back to me lack of translation allows hatred to fill in the holes of your bad intentions naturally
By Cody Stanfield7 years ago in Poets
A Sovereign Thing
Who is it that knows the that the ego stands As the chief executive officer of the soul? Or when the mind functions and then demands
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
"The Era I Was Born To"
Women were strong and knew their worth. Men spit game, but always meant what they said. Children had real role models. Love in music matched real life. Fashion was fierce and everyone had a statement. Life was hard, but no one complained. Everyone had dreams and pursued them. Fresh princes and unforgettable Cartoons. Everyone connected deeper than flesh. Music had purpose, everyone did. I may have been born near the end, but the blood of the 90s runs through these veins and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
By Zada Minson7 years ago in Poets
Signed, Reality
If I told you, would you run? Would you walk the other way? Would you shrink from all my secrets? Or rather choose to stay?
By Jeanette Later7 years ago in Poets