social commentary

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

28 Reasons to Hug a Black Person
28 Reasons to Hug a Black Person 1. We give the best hugs 2. Everyone needs a random hug 3. Hugs help fight depression 4. Will make your day go better
By Savannah McCain8 years ago in Poets
Before and Now
Before, I had dreams and knew where life was going. Now, I fear what’s to come with this future so unknowing. Before, I could wear what I wanted and feel just fine.
By J.L. Comes8 years ago in Poets
For the Many Not the Few
They think we’re too young to know any better. They think we’re too young to speak out against them. But we are the youth.
By Hannah Petch8 years ago in Poets
In Search Of Poetry’s Revival
I am a poet. I have been, since as long as I can remember. I formally started writing poetry at the age of 14, inspired by the death of my hero, John Lennon. Prior to that, my best friend and I wrote song lyrics about silly crushes we had on boys in elementary school. I guess that’s when the poetry really started. I have self-published three books of poetry that really didn’t sell. I mean, friends and family bought them, but I am totally clueless how to market to the public. I didn’t make much money nor did my words travel very far.
By Elizabeth Arnold8 years ago in Poets
Own Worst Enemy
Own worst enemy the opposite of pro is con, that’s why it’s called congress. The very disease giving this country jaundice.
By Tristan Reaves8 years ago in Poets
Kashmir
Kashmir The land of my ancestors that I have never known, I visited once, stopped and looked at the beautiful surroundings, my mind was blown.
By Z D A8 years ago in Poets
"Sparch That Barbecue"
"Sparch That Barbecue" I must be thankful for a cloudy day for a cloudy day signifies change is on the way now if it were sunny today
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
Poetry Hour
I am infinite. I rise every night and bask the world in borrowed light. I am the mother of werewolves, vampires and all the things that go bump in the night.
By Hannah Lorrelle8 years ago in Poets
"Ode to Flight 007"
Prologue in Podunkville they mope around shuffle their feet and stomp the ground until the parade begins then in solemn procession
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
Right on Time for My 9 to 5
20 somethings in suits proud of their jobs proud of their incomes proud of their lunch choice salad, healthy, not like the old days
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
We Are Pirates
We are all pirates, searching for that hidden treasure. We trample on threats and shoot them down, we stab our crew just to get to the top and leave those who turn on us behind.
By Chloe Scallan8 years ago in Poets
My Mission
So many want to rise to the top, but can't bare the hate, so they stop. They dream of being a legend but they're too scared to leave the flock. Not understanding you'll drop like a rock on the road to success. Those who truly want to be the best don't act like the rest. I want the thunder because I'm filled with that ache and hunger to be top dog.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets