social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Wasting Away
When ribs and collarbones press through skin on an animals frame We are enraged and point fingers finding who to blame But when a woman walks by with the same
Monika OlesenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOur Country is Dying
My country is dying Drowning in the blood of the poor My country is dying Under the pretenses of a cure The children of my people are starving in a corner
Angelika ArroyoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat If
What if this world was like Inception What if you could go to sleep and dream forever WOULD YOU DO IT? What if you can create your own world your way
Coralie NealPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoetic Anthology
Cheshire: Have you ever watched someone smile? Have you ever watched the corners of their mouths turn up, in slow motion, as though they're ships being pulled to shore by slaves in Paris?
Bridget MeierPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThis Poem About Women Isn't What It Seems
Women are the weaker sex So it is not true that We are more than the curves of our bodies; Our confidence is fuelled by catcalls
Jessica WattersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFox Lane Student Makes an Impression with Bullying in Schools Poem
"Every day we wake up with regret, all we want to do is forget. It’s not just hitting and punching, it’s the words you say that make us want to fade away."
Rich MonettiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSkinny Bitch
Her lips are chapped Cracked and dry From the constant abuse She puts herself through She licks them, only making it worse
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove
An emotion that I know everything about while knowing nothing at all. All the love that I have ever given has been completely and irrevocably unreciprocated. I've loved both men, women, and everyone in and out of that spectrum.
Z PetersonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Queen Born in the Wrong Era
A queen born in the wrong era Where her intelligence is her crown She holds her head up high As society tries to bring her down
Autumn VelezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSelf Portrait
After years and years Of being subjected to abuse I've finally learned to see Who I really am This is my self portrait In the form of words
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThis Lost Generation of Mine
This lost generation of mine Is a lost one indeed We all speak of the future But few of us follow the steps to succeed
Autumn VelezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGamer Chick
For the third time tonight alone She lets out an annoyed And exasperated sigh Yes, I'm a girl She says again For the perhaps millionth time
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in Poets