social commentary

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

Non-Binary
Zero, One, Zero, One, Zero, One, Zero Seems to repeat over and over in my head My heart pounding like a drum during a war
By CJ Vondal8 years ago in Poets
The Play
I sit down in the kitchen on a chopped down bar stool, that my father favors of an evening, to consume his 10 pm ritual of cheese and crackers.
By Demelza Watts8 years ago in Poets
So, You Want to be a Millennial, Huh?. Top Story - October 2017.
So, you want to be a millennial? A bipolar bi-centennial? Burdened by crippling debt But yolo no regret Trying a whole world of drugs
By Danny Kane8 years ago in Poets
The Fire of Rebellion
Now tell me how you feel? Are you confident? are you in fear? Of life, or the ultimate untold? “I’m unafraid, I do not fret. Nothing in this world can be of threat”
By Mo Darasi8 years ago in Poets
Black & Blue
I am awash with black and blue A sea of something new To me a foreign territory I will never know People so sharp and shiny they glow
By Natalie Schaffer8 years ago in Poets
When I Was Bored In a Maths Test, Pt 2
There once was a mathematician, Who was certainly no magician! She sat on her chair, With her grey balding hair, Teaching us was her only mission.
By Hannah Xx8 years ago in Poets
Society
You know what sucks about society is that it's a bitch, it tells you thing and then does another definitely a definition of a hypocrite,
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
Rain Lullaby
We are Trembling limbs, slaves to the hands that use the whip. The hands that sketch what mouth would fear to own. And the mouths invited to thorns and crumbs.
By Ifeoluwa Adeyemi8 years ago in Poets
Small Beginnings
Once upon a time, Time was once upon a tree. The branches held it firmly; So it moved very slowly. Once upon a time, The clock joined its two hands;
By Ifeoluwa Adeyemi8 years ago in Poets
Wolf's Howl
Tis our time of our Oak Lord to rise, For the Holly King, who bares the winter wreath,Shall now lie in slumber once more,From his age long battle with the younger Oak Lord. Their swords are mixed with the symbols of an ancient world,As the spirits of the worlds and nature are one,Twisted and entwined joining the centre of the starlit sky to the centre of the earth.
By Alixzandra Wiseman8 years ago in Poets
Beginnings and Begunnings
Kicking, Screaming, Smiling. I take the first breath of air and for a brief moment I am the youngest person to exist. Kicking, Screaming, Whining.
By Undefined Writings8 years ago in Poets
Start the Transmission
A dreamer rests in the shadow of peacocks, adrift in a sea of electric circuitry. Flowing behind his smiling eyes, waves of transmission carry the vehicle-being through millennial journeys of memory and inspiration. An orb of existence and possible existence hovers between beams of emergent transformation. Mirrors reflect floating worlds which swim within the infinite realities of life.
By Sean Kearns8 years ago in Poets