social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsA Verdict Juiced
Justice in America gets served a different way When weighted towards those with the ability to pay When someone has the means then their acquittal is the goal
Earl W. PearlPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets"RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MAN'S WIFE"
RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MANS WIFE! I AM OKAY AS AN ECCENTRIC MOM & GRANDMA! As a woman I had to write this from my heart and soul
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsSchrödinger's cat
I am Schrödinger's cat. Dead and alive inside a burning box. Dreaming and not dreaming in the shadow, in the light. Breathing smoke and not breathing at all.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 14 hours ago in Poets"Amidst the Beastly Crowd, Searching for Humans"
Amidst the Beastly Crowd, Searching for Humans" _______By Aranna Hasan Delwar. A man is scavenging food from a trash bin
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished about 16 hours ago in Poetsto survive
i saw you and i did not run i was still i stood my ground even as my soul crushed itself into pieces even as my heart
angela hepworthPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsDon't Tell Me When It's Time To Go
Don't tell me when it's time to go, I'm not done yet; I have places to be, Sights to see, Stories to write, I'm not done being me.
Carol TownendPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsPeers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Atomic HistorianPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsEclipsed in Conversation
Eclipsed by your overpowering Character, Left to wither in the darkness of solitude, I simmer in my thoughts. Pensive, yet
Calista Marchand-NazzaroPublished a day ago in Poetswhat i learned from a pea today
We planted peas in a large aluminum bucket, placing seeds over layers of dead branches and lush soil from our yard; we mounted and positioned the tin centrally to receive the most sun (isn’t that something we all need?).
Carousel
Round and round again When will it end I found myself, again Falling off the shelf again But right before I hit the ground, I wake up again
Josh MorganPublished a day ago in PoetsHypocrisy Eclipsed
Egos bruised and broken like fragile glass, Cliquish clout-chasers band together like shadows amass, the Light of diversity, opposing thoughts silenced, blocked by
Morgan Rhianna BlandPublished a day ago in Poets