social commentary

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

A Symbol
Black stars and blue stripes And a red field. Craziness in all types, Makes the dreamer, in his mind, take shield. Awakened to find the banner
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
The Bier Frauline
The Bier Frauline, alas to serve for her entire youthful life. Drunks all around, never leaving her alone as she walks past.
By Jeffrey Schamp7 years ago in Poets
Creepers
This realm of peril we blithely allow our children to wander unescorted, the digital playground. All too often, we do not recognize
By Ruben Willis7 years ago in Poets
Hopeless Human
I find myself completely consumed an abscessed with The Human Condition and experience. My emotions become erratic and unstable as I witnessed the overwhelming amount of disregard of basic decency, compassion, and intelligence. The useless and violence and hatred towards all living things. Business and wastefulness and vanity. The moral ignorance and hypocrisy of the human collective. It's all just so depressing and discouraging. It makes me ashamed to call myself human in the presence of every other living and sentient entity in this universe.
By Monsoor Ali7 years ago in Poets
As Natural as One’s Genes
The whole aspect of what is proper Is that a man or woman can earn Money and have the chance to prosper. It is the absolute and the best return.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Justice Demands
If there is supposed be truth in a matter Then let it fully reign. Through all of the noise and the clatter, Never let it be held in vain.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Me Too
You asked for it It was your fault Secrets sealed up in a vault You made it up Memories bloat Exaggerating, poor scapegoat...
By Jade Morris7 years ago in Poets
Searching
I was searching for a mother who wasn't there. For the mother-daughter bond others, all seem to have that I was lacking. Instead, I had a woman who would turn on me within seconds like a snake.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
The Perfectly Lovable
As freshman year approaches The teenager at age fifteen is in skinny jeans, a tight fitted shirt, and worn out Nikes Her favorite class is filled with sweat and teacher coaches
By Mary McMichael7 years ago in Poets
Humanity
Hey it's me, it's Bertha G I just wanted to tell you what will be will be don't fret or ponder on anything really cuz life is to short
By MCBerthaG Divinity7 years ago in Poets
Coffee and Donuts
Life is good in these waning days of the American Century. I'm at Coffee and Donuts on Ditmas and Coney Island Ave. sucking on an iced coffee
By Andrew Arnett7 years ago in Poets
Bridges
Bridges are meant to create a path in a direction you want to go. You can build them or burn them. You can walk or drive.
By Poetry Girl7 years ago in Poets