social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
New Dress
She got a new dress last week Bought it on clearance From her favourite store It's summertime And the city is stifling The heat so intense
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsExplain
She asks me what motion sickness means I say it's like spinning in a graveyard Stop Now try to decipher the language of the dead
Nicole HamptonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGreek Childhood
I really liked Greek mythology as a kid It was familiar I wish Artemis and Apollo were my siblings the only child syndrome amplified
Nicole HamptonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOur World Upside Down
War, is it the solution? Can we do revolutions? Every time something goes wrong In this world we call our own You know when the time comes
Singster JonesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI'm a Hippie
I am a hippie It is not about an era It's not about long hair Or style of apparel It's not about taking psychedelics Those definitions are wrong
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCommando
Today I’m not wearing any underwear. Many may think it’s because of the annoying view of panty lines, Or because, it makes it easier to access when I’m feeling frisky.
Brandie GoffPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Hate Money
I hate money Or rather I hate that people are forced To go without While the rich have more Than they could ever need
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Land of the Free?
The land of the free And the home of the brave I used to be able to believe But with the innocent incarcerated And the little guy criticized
Liz ShannonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoems
War Instead of being United We stand Divided Instead of being Sturdy We stand Flimsy The opposition stands lateral Our ancillary are aimed at each other
Benita McGlynnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeauty Follows
How? How did we get here? How did we get to where we are today? How did we come to the conclusion that starvation results in beauty
Jessica JonesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDress Code
Well this is Fucking ridiculous That you waste my time calling me to the office To say my legs are on display And that I look so like a prostitute in seventh grade
Monika OlesenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRole Reversal
Wisdom rustles through the trees …somewhere in the distance The truth is lost in the shuffled deck …if alternative facts
STACEY PATTERSONPublished 7 years ago in Poets