social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
This Poem About Women Isn't What It Seems
Women are the weaker sex So it is not true that We are more than the curves of our bodies; Our confidence is fuelled by catcalls
Jessica WattersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFox Lane Student Makes an Impression with Bullying in Schools Poem
"Every day we wake up with regret, all we want to do is forget. It’s not just hitting and punching, it’s the words you say that make us want to fade away."
Rich MonettiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSkinny Bitch
Her lips are chapped Cracked and dry From the constant abuse She puts herself through She licks them, only making it worse
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove
An emotion that I know everything about while knowing nothing at all. All the love that I have ever given has been completely and irrevocably unreciprocated. I've loved both men, women, and everyone in and out of that spectrum.
Z PetersonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Queen Born in the Wrong Era
A queen born in the wrong era Where her intelligence is her crown She holds her head up high As society tries to bring her down
Autumn VelezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSelf Portrait
After years and years Of being subjected to abuse I've finally learned to see Who I really am This is my self portrait In the form of words
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThis Lost Generation of Mine
This lost generation of mine Is a lost one indeed We all speak of the future But few of us follow the steps to succeed
Autumn VelezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGamer Chick
For the third time tonight alone She lets out an annoyed And exasperated sigh Yes, I'm a girl She says again For the perhaps millionth time
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Message in a Bottle
If I could, I would send this message in a bottle to everyone who feels alone. We live in a world that is ever changing, expanding, and moving in all directions. We're constantly surrounded by others and given little time to unwind. So why, in a fast paced, social media embraced, crowded space do we still feel so alone?
Linda AnnePublished 7 years ago in PoetsLate Night Thoughts...
They kept saying I need to grow up. What’s growing up, then? Stop dreaming? If that were to happen to every child growing up, don’t you think hope will fade? Society will not move forward, will it?
felicity -Published 7 years ago in PoetsJust Knock Next Time
When I was four years old, on a road trip with my single family, we stopped at a gas station in central Missouri, and when I ran to the back of the gas station I walked in on someone in the bathroom, an older women. I screamed and slammed the door closed.
Zoe ElizabethPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAustralia Lets Off Fireworks
There are those Who live a world away Yet I can hear them cheering me on With great enthusiasm and vigour But here you are
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in Poets