social commentary

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

Our Fathers...
Sickled tongues chopping the tall trees, Racist and sexist with every remark. I embark on the same journey as thee, But I occupy a different pit of shit and despair.
By Johnny Vedmore8 years ago in Poets
Walker World
What do you feel when you touch her hands? nothing I answered, physically I have never felt them, Because when I touch her I don’t feel her hands,
By Kelsey Forjan8 years ago in Poets
Out!
Aw crap I’m out! That makes me want to shout! Turn my face into a pout. I do not like it when I am out. But I’m out! Gonna have to take a different route. Gotta get me some amount. To keep myself from runnin out.
By billy boyles8 years ago in Poets
Grass
Green, yellow, brown, sharp, bent, straight, cold, dry, wet, calm, cool, relieving, frustrating, everywhere, nowhere; it's as much a part of the scenery and nature as anything else, and it's as varied and interchangeable as everything.
By Zeta B8 years ago in Poets
I Am My Own
Don’t think of me when you leave here. Don’t peruse the landscape of my breasts, or linger at the crux of my thighs,
By Teyana Jackson8 years ago in Poets
War Dance
We are all dancing within the lifeless wind of life. Standing hoping to be guided by a false light. Some take that and call it a night while others ponder around waiting for a fight, but that’s no brawl to engage in. Life will take you out before you even get to swinging. So dodge that inevitable war of life, before you get too lost in the fight. Hopefully once you’ve realized its not right, you can begin to finally call it a night.
By Simariyah Callahan8 years ago in Poets
I Will Not Make You a Sandwich
If patience is a virtue Then I'm not very virtuous Tell me to calm down Like a fool And feel the flames Of my wrath consume you
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Gold is the New Black
We use guns for solving our problems We think like animals Black Black Black Skin deep I'm me On the outside you see black
By Kyla Wright8 years ago in Poets
'You're Too Sensitive'
I commonly hear I'm much too sensitive. I also hear I have a habit of treating people like a punching bag. Why? I try so hard to keep my head straight.
By Alison G8 years ago in Poets
My Secret
I have a little secret. I keep it inside of me Locked away in a box of flesh and sinew underneath my rib cage. Sometimes the box rattles like a sack of dusty dry old bones.
By Christopher Sullivan8 years ago in Poets
A Peace of Mind
With a life full of uncertainties and what ifs, the sky is the only thing that keeps me grounded. Lay down, look up. Embrace the silence of the world around you-
By Ana Rodriguez8 years ago in Poets
New Age
Zenith of self-destruction Yes, that is the age we live in Xerox copies of the same problems, Waging battle anywhere they can.
By D.A. Baldwin8 years ago in Poets