social commentary

There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.

Men Are Sore Losers At Scrabble
Men Are Sore Losers At Scrabble Tiles laid down with steady pride, letters stacked with careful aim, a quiet war across the board,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Say Nothing, See Nothing, Do Not Listen
Say Nothing, See Nothing, Do Not Listen They stand where the air feels heavy, three figures bound by unspoken law, one seals her lips with trembling fingers,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Dust. Content Warning.
I left clouds of drying blood upon your wrinkled bedsheets. They took the dullest bones to keep, a body rendered incomplete.
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets
July Americans
Note: The term “July Americans” came from the late Princess Diana Spencer. She used it to describe the American tourists in the United Kingdom during the summer. I thought it was an interesting title, and it refers to the idea of celebrating a holiday when you have not shown signs of your nationality for quite some time.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Poets
Was Struck By Lightning In My Dream
Was Struck By Lightning In My Dream It came without a warning sound, no thunder rolled across the sky, just sudden light that split me open,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Office Gossip I Quit This Shit
Office Gossip I Quit This Shit It starts so small you almost miss it, a comment said then brushed aside, a look exchanged across a desk,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Things We Do For Love
The Things We Do For Love We bend without noticing the first time, just a small shift, a softened edge, a silence where a truth once lived,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
It Takes A Village
The heirs of such Live among the torment Never knowing the blessings of the touch Their lives becoming abhorrent Living harder than in forever
By Jason Morton7 months ago in Poets
Parsing . Content Warning.
And what the actual fuck Are you gonna do about it? Yell? Kick your feet like a kid? Pull a gun on me and pretend That that's okay?
By Silver Daux7 months ago in Poets
As You Make the Life Voyage
Life is a voyage, mind is the captain. the body is vessel. It does not have to be embellished, from the outside, but the vessel must be
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Bring me jelly
Bring me jelly. If I grow old Have days when I don’t know who you are Or think you’re the Queen Or an angel Or call you by another’s name
By Keith Butler7 months ago in Poets
That night by the waves
Bodies made traffic and, far away, they moved through the black of the building site. - That night should have been the last,
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets