social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Hurricane Season
Disasters, both natural and not, events without context, news and opinion in the inexorable blender: spaghetti models, fear, denial,
- Top Story - September 2017
Is It Me or What I See?
I see ignorance within the races. Ignorance within elemental places. Like we think the act is what makes us popular with our peers.
Jaecub MatthewsPublished 7 years ago in Poets Reflections on a Life Nearing Its End
Reflections on a life nearing its end — or a warning to the young I have lived a life of many parts some happy and some sadness filled.
Peter RosePublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove Is Love
When I was just a little girl, I used to think "I wish I were a boy, so that I could kiss girls." I didn't realize that it made me different, but I never told anyone.
Jordyn CarterPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Shopping Addiction
Rock Bottom has a basement with a foundation leak. I drown in the water. The things I own, now own me. I can’t see the floor or the walls.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Am Fat
Tall is tall And short is short But fat is a dirty word it seems No one wants to be called fat Because it's become an insult
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoem 4
I fail to understand the plan, the plan that separates the people once again, from love to hate, others fail to appreciate,
Derrick ApplewhitePublished 7 years ago in PoetsColors
Yellow is the color of my childhood. Sunny, filled with light. It reminds me of the times I spent on the swing set, laughing with my friends. Yellow is the color of nostalgia, providing you with small, inner warmth and comfort, as if it gently hugs your body. It is a reminder of happier, much simpler times. Yellow is the color of my old teddy bear, a gentle keepsake of innocence and a younger, more delicate me.
Mikayla L.Published 7 years ago in PoetsHere
Somewhere a hundred miles from me, A baby has been born. Gasping its first breath, cold on new flesh, it screams for sure,
Destiny SmithPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Unicorn Notebook
Fall is in the air. The bittersweetness of school shopping has started. The summer is officially over in three weeks. And the time for new socks and shoes will be here.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsColourblind
We live in a world Of many colours But for some Their perception is stained They fail to see the beauty In the rich diversity
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThirsty
He was a walking river, with muddy bank flesh and rain sluicing into sediment eyes Black pupils sloshing, the puddles left
Teyana JacksonPublished 7 years ago in Poets