social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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There’s no place like home. It is true. There isn’t one, nope, nosiree, not a single place like home. How could such a place exist, when
Chance Garrett WilhitePublished 3 years ago in PoetsHere is that poem you wanted...
Male minds can be a curious thing Seeming almost impenetrable, yet still empty ... They beckon to you with their enticing tongues
Our Democracy is in Danger
Our Democracy could be lost Our Democracy is in danger By the outcome of autocratic strangers We said it would never come apart
How We See Things in the World
Disparities and oppression will see you every day You will see Indigenous villages become tourist playgrounds Making profit all that matters
Gabriella KorosiPublished 3 years ago in PoetsRent Day
Today is the great day that tenants dread. You rather keep your hard-earned money instead. Not enough days to enjoy the pay we got in our bank account.
Gerald WashingtonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsProjections of a Sick Mind
Why did you want me to know details from your criminal world? You kept insultin’ me for the lack of knowledge about your misused machines
Mescaline BrissetPublished 3 years ago in PoetsSo Movember
All proceeds from this villanelle will be donated to crowdfunding a tribute book or Tom Bradbury's work, care of Lesley Anne.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMan's World Vol. I
***Trigger Warning: Language, Sexual Assult. Man's World Vol. I Written by: Caroline Diaz-Lane Whenever I tell a family member, I’m a feminist- the reaction is typically negative.
Jace LeaboPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe underhanded background sound of hissing
By Richard Battin Through all the gray and fearful childhood nights Of fretting in some ignominious light;
Richard BattinPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe twenties
It's fast. Really fast. I couple of years back, I was 21. Live looked great. There were plenty of opportunities before me - exchange programmes, sports programmes and plenty of friends crawling around campus. Fast forward a couple of years and life looks a little less great. Don't get me wrong, I'm still exploring and trying to thrive, but anxiety coupled with the ongoing pandemic isn't helping much. I can't help but shake of that feeling that somewhere out there the life that I was meant to live beckons.
Parker RobertPublished 3 years ago in PoetsCavity
confined to this defined by it take a breath let it be but i wont because this is who they see the judging eyes are no different
Who Am I?
I know I'm not for everyone, I like to party and have fun, I know my truth, Ever since my youth, I know who I am, Somebody who just doesn't give a damn,