social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
A Radiant Rainbow: A Poetic Tribute to Nature's Colorful Arc
### Poem: A Radiant Rainbow In skies of blue, a wonder appears, After the rain, it wipes away tears. A bow of colors, vivid and bright,
ARJ GamingytPublished about an hour ago in PoetsIf I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
Hridya SharmaPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsMemory Lane: After Hours
this road, memory lane– visiting hours are closed i can't stay too long this road isn't as safe in the night a hot wind blows a burning song, lyrics i cannot fight
Josh MorganPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsThe Vastness of Africa
From north to south, from east to west, A continent that stands above the rest, Africa, immense and grand, A sprawling, vibrant, ancient land.
Samson E. GiftedPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsCurious Edicts of the Ancient World
In lands of yore, where empires rose, A myriad of strange laws did impose. From pharaohs, emperors, kings in might, Decrees were made both odd and trite.
Samson E. GiftedPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsHidden Echoes: Unseen Pages of History
In halls where facts are polished bright, And lessons shape the mind, Some shadows dance beyond the light, Where truth is hard to find.
Samson E. GiftedPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsBrotherhood of the Builders: The History of Freemasonry
In ancient times, when stone met sky, And pyramids rose, where pharaohs lie, The builders gathered, hands in grace, To craft the future, stone by place.
Samson E. GiftedPublished about 20 hours ago in Poets- Content Warning
the whirlwind and the wildfire
he is a whirlwind - chaos incarnate - torrents and turbulence filling the air with debris that now lands in my realm, before the rainclouds form. a massive front of low pressure dragged behind his highs. but he doesn't know i am a wildfire. his winds give me oxygen to breathe, but he doesn't like the heat and his emotions rain down. stormy tears to put the inferno out. the blaze of my fury subdued. his winds have changed direction, for now. exhausted by his own friction. the earth my fire burns left to renew as it needs to, parenting inventive convenience, for the cycle must continue. but the whirlwind returns, so curious, wanting to be close, and still unaware of how he affects my wild heart of fire. so, i burn and i hiss and i glow. a climax of explosive instinct - a natural reaction, but a hazard nonetheless. and the world demands i put my fire out and block his tornadic gusts. do it or they will do it for me, before they carry on about the weather, "... what a dangerous idea for the wildfire to be so reckless with the whirlwind..."
⸘jason alan‽Published a day ago in Poets The Burden of Not Being Yourself
The flow of life brings all kinds of disasters Lifestyle with a thousand faces has come Having nothing in common breeds trouble
AI Social Network
The AI Social Network started quite quickly It included every connected human both On Earth and beyond (the Moon and Mars), all slickly
Patrick M. OhanaPublished a day ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
Shoah
Intimidation >> >> Oversimplification >> >> Elimination. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Matthew FrommPublished 2 days ago in Poets