social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
A Soldier
A Soldier Stepping out of the shadows of death Re-entering the life that I once knew A Soldier returning home from war
Pearl AllenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIt Is What You Make of It
Intro. What is Freedom? Freedom is such a complex term that in order to understand it, you must dissect it. To begin the dissection you must find the common definition and its associations. The freedom that I speak about is the being without an oppressor of the physical and mental aspects of my life and therefore being over used in my commitments. Being that freedom is a complex term, the word has formed several meanings to the individual. The best definition of freedom is the ability to enact your will as long as you do not infringe on anyone else's freedoms.
Aaron LoftinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOh Shit!
OH SHIT! that scared me! Don’t sneak up on me, don’t bring up that memory, if you expect me to sanely LI IIIIIIIIII VE…….!
The Best Medicine
Fun, free and easy to use, Will help you far more than wine or booze, Boosts your energy, and can reduce your pain, Increases your happiness, and will keep you sane.
DAVID PRIORPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHumanity
People walking by, They don't look me in the eyes Is this how it's meant to be, we all have eyes but we can't see We close our eyes and dream
Syndie SeekerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAlcoholic A-Z
A is for ale.Very light and pale. It's an old man's tale. B is for beer. Of course, it's got to be here. Always good to have one near.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhen The Music Leaves
We're always running on the edge of crisis Like Trump and ISIS plus Dionysus Trauma-Joy mad poetry seethe in our brains As we writhe through the cracks just try to maintain
Willow DravenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDiabetes
The 12th to the 16th June was diabetes week, There are around four million cases in the UK to treat, There's type one diabetes, and type two,
DAVID PRIORPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLetter to My Coworkers
My skin is not a joke. My black identity is not a punchline. The rage I swallow down is not a commodity that you can sacrifice in the name of "humor"; unfunny words that come down as laughable for their lack of empathy and compassion. Yes, you are snow white but you are not the victim in the story of European colonialism. People like me have been the ones to bite into the poisoned apple and lose the very thing you want to pry from historically weakened hands. Culture.
Senso SensoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Children
My children won't grow up like I grew up. As a parent, as a mom I have to understand it. When it comes to the Basic life. Our children don't have the same setup
Lovely LatifaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThrough the Windshield
Through the windshield Darkness. Panic Through the windshield Alone. Despair Where did I go? Tornados and Tears I have lost Hope.
Jennifer JeanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNot Who We Are
Some creatures Come into this world prepared They are ready to survive Instinctively knowing what to do They handle life
F.D. BrakePublished 7 years ago in Poets