social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Demon Catamenia
The demon showed up again Like clockwork A raging machine A system of misery The gears turn and I'm caught in them They twist and mangle my body
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat Abortion Feels Like
After it was over I could smoke and I felt sick. Full of nothing (Full of yourself you gassy whore) And it’s not a choice
Cherri BirdPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Stereotype of Coffee Shops
Coffee shops are meant for the lonely For here or to go? For here. Those people are here for a purpose Laptops, novels, phones, notebooks,
Emma DalzellPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Puzzle
I believe that humans are like puzzle pieces Alone we have our unique outer flare, some appear bare while others seem to blare our their personality
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMunchies
Death was horrible Because death was possible. Death was the pizza in Satan’s kitchen Broken seven or eight times Stuck with a cheese of hope
Chinonso OnukwughaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsReal Reality
Tell me, Do you think you compel me, To dwell on mistakes, That I’ve made then erased, People always tell me that it’s never too late,
Brandon HardingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFear and Chaos
Fear will run this country Fear will take its hold Kissing you with kindness Before it breaks the mold It slips into your spine
D.L MichaelsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime Heals? Hurts?
Spare me the drugs and lies you feed me, as I watch TV I yearn for the poison I see unafraid of what becomes of me, my demons keep me awake that I forget to pray my soul the lord to take, demons lets play? Let's lie awake and pop, smoke, drink, watch this poison all day, hide... Hide from me I do not deserve the love of an angel/queen who sees a fallen angel in me, wake up,"bake up", eat some toast and take up the world of what it offers, biggots, racist, murderers and make shifts, the people that I sit with on this bus headed to work-ignorance is bliss,"hello sir/ma'am, hey how yah doing, let me help you pick out what your having this evening " click I clock out, sitting at this bus stop with my demons on the prowl, I look up in the sky and ask god why, as the burning in my chest won't rest, memories of the real Aris come to attest, on this bus I go, but my memories won't go, times of almost giving my life for another hooked on crack - but I felt she deserved her life? How insane is that, a mirror reflection of myself shows my shirt ripped up and an "S" on my chest, I am a warrior with bipolar distress, save a human who you would say is ruined, give my life if it meant many more would have life, but these demons are mine for the shoe in, help me help you they say, give us away so you can have your day, so am I superwoman after all? Or will I fall?
.secaf....faces.
There are faces in my head. Ones I don't remember yet. People quite often turn up dead. There are memories in my head. Ones I'd like to forget. People aren't what they seem, quite often turn out mean.
The Man That Dangled the Carrot
Once upon a time in a land far, far away Went about a fair maiden, enjoying her day. Her sister was due to be wed on this week
Nova MaddonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAngel Dust
She’s high again, but this time it’s different. She runs from the house, two different shoes on her feet. Her backpack’s filled with that shit.
I Did It!
“Why bother trying? There’s no use applying. You’ll never get in, and here’s why, You’re not smart enough to apply. You want to do law?
Leah JonesPublished 7 years ago in Poets