social commentary

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

Dollar $ign$
You only $mile when there are dollar $ign$ in my eye$; only congratulate me meaningfully when my pa$$ion produce$ green paper.
By Amanda Starks7 months ago in Poets
Repetitiousness of Powers
Once, there was a time when all things shined A time of wonder and delight A time so bright, like majestic diamonds that were mined
By Jason Morton7 months ago in Poets
Semicolon. Content Warning.
;;;; What is a semicolon, you ask? It is quite simple to explain, barely even a task. A semicolon is a pause in a sentence that, instead of ending, goes on.
By Rain Dayze7 months ago in Poets
Maria's Voice
You buried your only son with your tongue, Maria. Who speaks of him now even in cornfields laced with starving revolutions?
By Paul Aaron Domenick7 months ago in Poets
Ink Beneath The Skin
Ink Beneath The Skin Your face is written over, not with names but with noise, Fragments of something broken, the echo of other voices,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Still Living
Art thou the itch I scratch? heathen exsanguination— It breeds under my skin, under my skin # From where does it come?
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
Too Early Haiku
Too Early Haiku Destruction be gone You self destructed too soon take a step back, think! #Marie381UkWrites #www #viral #poetrymagazines #facebook #twitter #instergrampoets #vocalmedia
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Stability Haiku
Stability Haiku Stability is? trying to keep things normal nothing here to fault #Marie381UkWrites #www #viral #poetrymagazines #facebook #twitter #instergrampoets #vocalmedia
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
When You First Looked At Me
When You First Looked At Me You stood there like the world had paused, Like every sound had lost its cause, And in that space between the air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Green Ray
I can’t keep this up… a jog turned to a drunken stumble, a nervousness transferred into this breathing building. - My smile starts to twist, contorts into a grimace,
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets
Still Water, Unanswered Night
Still Water, Unanswered Night The tree holds its place like it always has, rooted in more than the eye can follow, its trunk marked with years that never asked to be counted,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Bright and Shiny Places
Minneapolis; metropolis. Once glistened; now dark. Something’s gone. ~ Personal essay pending; a haiku just doesn’t cut it. Subscribe to my Vocal writer’s profile, or follow me on Instagram, Facebook, or Bluesky to be updated when the story drops.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden7 months ago in Poets