social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Spice
A man on all fours is seen barking like a dog in the street, He has difficulty eating, and difficulty with sleep, Panic attacks, hallucinations and seizures can also occur,
DAVID PRIORPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlack Women
Black Woman Her value is priceless Her worth is limitless Black women are goddesses Her voice contributes power and hope when she reveals her deepest thoughts and says poetic sentences
Latoia DunnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Religious War
What are you doing to the world Lord, are you deliberately tearing it apart? So many beautiful and creative minds, can’t everyone make a start?
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSnowball Fight
As I look I see a grey sky turning white A cold wind blows bringing in the night My breath starts to appear and blow for all to see
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Godless Bridge
Hold my hand and take a chance, a leap of faith I ask Together we shall walk the bridge and face our final task The mighty sword I hold aloft and wave into the air
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThink Think Think
When I am alone all that I ever do is think. Each night I spend ruminating over and over. And the following day everything goes blank.
Doreen SimpsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHow Can You?
I don't want to be normal!! I like being the way I am!!!! I don't hate on people by the way they look or what they do!
Therese SolowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe American Canvas
What truly makes a nation great? Is it our military? Is it our ruling party? No it is our nation’s people Their color of character, of course
Myles D. GoethePublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Guilty Man
A careless word and she turns away, running and in tears He didn’t mean the things he said, he is scared, so full of fears
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsChimney Child
I can tell how old the child is by the buttons on his coat The more he has done up than the older he is He stands there holding the brus,h red eyes burning in the wind
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBecky's Bright Boy Billy
Becky's bright boy Billy went away to war. He left willingly, didn't ask what for. Told to look for weapons. Told to set people free.
T.A. PhillipsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo Be Human
Some days I believe in God... other days I forget how to pray some days I wake up dancing to some loud afro beats other days I wake up to some blues to cure my blues
Winnie RugambaPublished 7 years ago in Poets