social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Start the Transmission
A dreamer rests in the shadow of peacocks, adrift in a sea of electric circuitry. Flowing behind his smiling eyes, waves of transmission carry the vehicle-being through millennial journeys of memory and inspiration. An orb of existence and possible existence hovers between beams of emergent transformation. Mirrors reflect floating worlds which swim within the infinite realities of life.
Sean KearnsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRoaming Alone
Roaming Alone... I lost my faith in love, love of the romantic kind. For the sights that I've seen have made me wish that I was blind.
Steven BaldryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBackbone
My back hurts from everyone breaking it down. I try my best to build it back up, one vertebrae after the next. Just something to hold my head up.
Humans
We are all falling apart at the hands of each other, Fighting, killing until there is nothing left. Putting the blame on the victim and acting like there was another way,
"Knowledge Is The Age Of Consent"
His lie; “Knowledge is the age of consent.” Thus spoken to one passion was not meant. Though her twelfth year had not yet been acquired,
LP SteinbeckPublished 7 years ago in Poets#MeToo
The world is in turmoil, Everyone and everything falling apart, As if that weren't enough. Everyday, you hear more and more stories
Ilana WeissPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDisposed
Disposed Love, Disposed of wishes, the will to live gets harder each day with this black oozing depression, Disposed of decisions, Disposed of wants, we all want to fix our minds, to love to want, this world gets darker as people get high from a crave to escape to reality. Disposed earth, Disposed universe each day our human race kills the earth each day yet we blame each other by color/race/gender or religion, the stars are barely bright anymore. Disposed care, Disposed Dreams, People are so self-centered and cruel, breaking dreams of dreams as they drag their sore feet with broken backs. The world will never learn with Disposed Love and Disposed dreams.
Izaya OriharaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Feeling of Anxiety
It's like a leak inside a dam. At first, you don't realize it's there, Softening the ground you've so trustingly put your feet on.
Liza NewheartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Perfect Lady
She always looks her best because a lady can’t have a bad day. She doesn’t have any fat because no one can love a “big” girl.
The Martyr of a Little Girl
Little girl, little girl, put down your doll. Look at that little boy who looks at you with bright green eyes. Can’t you see yourself in them?
Sydney PomreningPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCensorship
Tread carefully now Skirt around the truth Because the weak tremble In the presence Of honesty Of realness Of authenticity
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in Poets#MeToo
I was 3, they were grownups I didn't understand At the time What was happening Now I understand perfectly I was 6, she was 10 and she was 13
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in Poets