social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
A Generation Angry
A generation angry is a caged animal, a bear poked on countless occasions by those who wear its fur while filing its claws.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat I've Learned
I've learned a few things in the last couple months. I've learned that sprite is the universal soft drink. It's just is. Think about it.
Dani LopezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Art of War?
When we are told there is an "Art to war," It makes me question, what’s it said like that for? And then I think, and wonder why,
Connor kinsleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBrown Blood
We bleed liberation, In the form of tear stained eyes and salted cheeks. Slaves of mastery over our lives, this is what we seek,
Sade' AlbinoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Have Just Found This Prose Beat Poem! This Is a Decade Old!
My mind is a highly inhospitable place for a soul like mine. My entire existence is just one flawed chemical imbalance. A bipolar one at that. To say I was a psychopath would be incorrect. I feel empathy, but not for myself. Not for me. The lights are on but nobody’s home, actually it changes, sometimes the lights are off but somebody is home. A crazy man running around in the darkness in his underwear with a blender, throwing random objects in, his grandma’s ashes, tampons, regular mail, all the norms of daily life being construed into a single inanimate object, the man proceeds to drink it, projectile vomiting the averageness of life all over the bathroom mirror. There’s a knock at the door, the lights turn on and the man is gone. Routines. Routines. Routines. Without routines where would be? Well routines are responsible for my trip off the mountain off sanity. The same thing every day, every second of my life. My room is bright orange. I’m not entirely sure why; I think I read in one of those ‘positive impact’ life magazines that the colour of your room can cause great mood changing vibes. Waking up to a bright colour will change your day for the better. That’s bullshit. I feel like I’m constantly being highlighted. That my 10 metre squared bedroom room is part of a government plot. Or that my whole life is just a test by some sick twisted fuck of a God to wreak havoc and enjoy the pure entertainment of a man slowly lose his mind and there’s not a single thing I could do about it. It took me a while to figure out this fact and I assure you to stick by it. Don’t take anything personal, no-one is out to get you, you’re not important enough and neither is anybody else. Bad luck is as bad luck does. The last year of my life has been without a doubt surreal. Some sort of a dream but yet I feel more alive than ever. The brittle fragility of life only has one cure; don’t step around it, just run straight into it, destroy it. Who the fuck cares about winning an egg and spoon race anyhow. Out of the blue and into the black.
Zeno AntoniusPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCash 4 Gold
Why is it that you want all our gold, Cash 4 Gold? Why our necklaces, Rolexes, wedding rings old, Cash 4 Gold? Do you know something we don't, that we should be told, Cash 4 Gold?
James GilfillanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA World Full of Hate
I wish you could see what I see. I wish you could feel what I feel. I wish you could just be me. Just for a day, maybe two.
Kaitlyn SimpsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBehind His Eyes
He looked at you with hopeful eyes. Hoping one day you would see That he is tired of all the goodbyes. He only wants you to see what he can be.
Janetta PoitraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHow It Swings
In my blue dreams I remember the room: with your guitar in its case, the drums polished on display, music theory printed and stashed in black folders; yet strings I never saw, harmony found uncomposed Only the drums, but quite vaguely.
Nicholas LaPointePublished 7 years ago in PoetsPortland
Oh how cruel; to see the sea behind bars, to be stolen and broken for a war on consciousness- that far precedes my pain.
Zeno AntoniusPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Am That I Am
I AM THAT I AM I am that I am, I am all that I've been, That's all I can say, about all that I am A man by the name of Descartes said, 'I think therefore I am'
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhole World Has To Know
Rant behind a technology device, how cool are you? It’s clear you're seeking attention and not advice, You know it’s true,
Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago in Poets