social commentary

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

Nature's Finest
It is a Monday morning I'm watching a boxing match on the ol' tube. There are two men, one in blue trunks, one in red trunks
By Steven Krous7 years ago in Poets
I Cannot Fight
Blood Dripping blood The smell of it wafts through the air The bodies lie bare Of spirit and life And among the living there is still fighting
By Broken Walls7 years ago in Poets
True Progression
In twisted turns and rambunctious ways, she Wrecked herself to make her lines cleaner than The men of old that said they would be
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Do You Have Payment?
When did we a create this market trading life for goods? Filling our carts with plastic junk that will break in the next week.
By Haley Davis7 years ago in Poets
...But God Loves You Anyway
Paint your lips into a smile So that they don’t see your pain. It’s unladylike to frown And blasphemous to His Name. You should be overwhelmed with joy
By CT Idlehouse7 years ago in Poets
Whimpering like an Injured Dog
Pathetic aesthetic To be playing yourself as a victim Dancing the thin line between real problems and make-believe You wear torn and tattered sleeves
By Broken Walls7 years ago in Poets
Useless Comparison
Comparing yourself to others is so useless All it does Is bring yourself down. All it does Is hurting yourself more. But everyone still compares.
By Ashley Lee7 years ago in Poets
You; Home
Your body is not a temple. You do not need external worship to gain credibility, & You do not need Him as Your guiding light towards security.
By ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧7 years ago in Poets
Ladies
One girl, alone, cannot change the world. She cannot re-shape society's norms and standards. She needs help, so why do females love to hate other females?
By Michele Hastings7 years ago in Poets
Empowerment
Sick and tired of hateful words thrown in each other’s face Sick and tired of us women tearing each other down How are we supposed to stand together when we like to put each other down
By Creative Mind7 years ago in Poets
Boys
Boys tease you when they like you. That's what they said to me. "but I don't like it" I replied. "I don't like that kind of thing."
By Haley Vandyke7 years ago in Poets
Move
I asked my grandmother how should women move in the world. And she said …. head, torso, hips she explained, it's our intelligence that make us aware of who we are in life and how society views us. It's our hearts that guide us through the darkness and its our hips that give life, hypnotize and infatuate those around us. Thats how a woman should move in this world.
By Abeni Moreno7 years ago in Poets