social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Masks
Masks You look at me and you wonder if you know me. Sometimes I wonder the same when I look at you. Do you really know me?
Michael S. LovePublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsIs It Working?
It's just been a little too much tonight. What a juxtaposition, to be alive at this time, more so, to be a human, amongst these other humans, who may
Danny FantomPublished about 9 hours ago in Poets
Ideologies and Religions
Anarchists build a society better than the old one They wish to build one that lasts longer than the weaker one Their power matures by the days
Hassan DahabPublished about 11 hours ago in Poets
King Lear
King Lear hath done most horrible Deeds that seemed so genuinely terrible Terrible as though they have seemed For their worth may not have literally deemed
Hassan DahabPublished about 11 hours ago in Poets
The Breakfast Club
the things The Breakfast Club taught me now the older i get the more i see the “double edge sword” now twenty i wish i had never ignored
Poems by KieshaPublished about 11 hours ago in Poets
Validity
Did it still happen if I don’t remember the look on his face? Are his handprints still tattooed deep into my skin if I can’t recall his age?
Interpolation
Interpolation Rather than observation, in interpolation, all the guessing melds into a jelly marathon narrative. Nonsense of wobble nondisclosure, granny knotted into narcoleptic mazes, cloud data with scant scanning. Sleepers keepers.
Paul BeckettPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets
CULTure War
Introduction There were many times in my life where something deep inside impelled me to consider leaving everything behind to become nothing. In some cases, this came in the form of the simple desire to wander aimlessly with no care or concern about whither I went. Other times, it was suicidal despair which led me to not only stare into the abyss but left me with one foot hovering over its depths.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsThe Forgotten
Today is the full moon And on this day my heart was corked My mind scattered shooting thoughts like a supernova Everything seemed to distract me of what this day was meant for
Alfiya LaxmidharPublished a day ago in Poets
Knowledge
So you move to an area that is ghetto and known for having several different gangs, goes same way if it is in the area where they are known to frequent or hang.
Arthur WaltonPublished a day ago in Poets
Meant to Be
I feel like you’ve left me After every phone call Like I’m moving mountains Just to talk to a wall Think we’re both trying so I don’t understand
Corana(virus)
I have a lot to say but I'm trying to learn how to be more concise. My biggest thought lately goes something like this:
