social commentary

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

I Am Human
I am human! Perfectly imperfect. I stand up for what I believe in, and there’s going to be people that get offended for me speaking out.
By Joy Ergang7 years ago in Poets
Ballad in a Bottle
What kind of darkness compels a person to consider jumping off a ledge? In this story, it doesn’t really matter. This is a story with a dark subject, and it tells of the onlookers gazing up, but also the narrator looking at them. And in any situation like this, we never really know who might emerge the hero, do we?
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Poets
Women
Women Strong or Broken People look at each other in judgement of another individual life and the way they chose to live
By Charlene Ellison7 years ago in Poets
What Are True Emotions?
I see smiles I see joy My mind makes me wonder Are these true emotions? I see toil I see pain Is our reward... our devotion?
By Chardas Always7 years ago in Poets
Depression’s Truth
You get to the point where nothing at all matters. Not your passions, your progress, you, people who love you, what could be, nothing. Nothing alters your mind when you reach that point. People always say, “But what would your mom do without you?”
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
Just Me
Have you ever felt like your life was out of your hands? Like everyone around you controlled it for you? Always controlling the way you act and how to dress and what you say.
By Janice Page7 years ago in Poets
22
She goes by 22 2 degrees by 22, and community college diploma A job at a non-profit helping youth plan life beyond their eyes.
By Happy Faith7 years ago in Poets
To Be a King for a Day
What must it be like To live in a world Where you are king Where you are treated With respect and dignity Without having to fight for it
By Caterina Greentree7 years ago in Poets
Same but Different
You care about your boyfriend and mother all the time. But what about me? I’m surprised you haven’t forgotten about me I’m like a servant; doing all the dirty work
By Janice Page7 years ago in Poets
Trump's Statue of Authority
Trump’s Statue of Authority Like the brazen giant of Orange fame, with conquering limbs atop groping, tiny hands; Here at his seaside, elitist Florida gates he shall stand,
By Ronalee Hutchingame7 years ago in Poets
The Mildew of Guilt
too many things have happened lots of them have fallen they are shorter, and they have swollen they have taken my chosen
By Anarda Nashai7 years ago in Poets
Telephone Therapy
Talking to strangers on the phone for hours for cash payment. I grew up with my mom running an illegal psychic network with her as the only employee.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets