social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Humanity
People walking by, They don't look me in the eyes Is this how it's meant to be, we all have eyes but we can't see We close our eyes and dream
Syndie SeekerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAlcoholic A-Z
A is for ale.Very light and pale. It's an old man's tale. B is for beer. Of course, it's got to be here. Always good to have one near.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhen The Music Leaves
We're always running on the edge of crisis Like Trump and ISIS plus Dionysus Trauma-Joy mad poetry seethe in our brains As we writhe through the cracks just try to maintain
Willow DravenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDiabetes
The 12th to the 16th June was diabetes week, There are around four million cases in the UK to treat, There's type one diabetes, and type two,
DAVID PRIORPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLetter to My Coworkers
My skin is not a joke. My black identity is not a punchline. The rage I swallow down is not a commodity that you can sacrifice in the name of "humor"; unfunny words that come down as laughable for their lack of empathy and compassion. Yes, you are snow white but you are not the victim in the story of European colonialism. People like me have been the ones to bite into the poisoned apple and lose the very thing you want to pry from historically weakened hands. Culture.
Senso SensoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Children
My children won't grow up like I grew up. As a parent, as a mom I have to understand it. When it comes to the Basic life. Our children don't have the same setup
Lovely LatifaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThrough the Windshield
Through the windshield Darkness. Panic Through the windshield Alone. Despair Where did I go? Tornados and Tears I have lost Hope.
Jennifer JeanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNot Who We Are
Some creatures Come into this world prepared They are ready to survive Instinctively knowing what to do They handle life
F.D. BrakePublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhen I Knew Before...
When I knew before ... The beautiful wide expanse of colorful flower ... In it many overgrown thorns, caterpillars are late to become butterflies,
Do You See Us?
On the mall We are dressed darkly You think that we should be brooding Focused on death But we are laughing Do you think it may be at you?
Marc SylvirPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYoung Boy Crossing
I wasn't the first and doubtfully the last But one of a few To see you before you passed Small, jointed arm Raised to the right
Ben AttwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLiving Dead
A gentle sweet kiss from my white knight, one last kiss before our good bye. Soon I will be gone a life I have lived wrong, Oh I can already hear the angel's sweet songs.
Malena LopezPublished 7 years ago in Poets