social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Starving Masses
Drumsticks the parallels to future rhythm feelings tin garbage cans mirages for metaphors like the "gutter brain" sit and wait tired so hate it lick a fentanyl patch and get elated
pasha alekseyevPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Miss the Outback
I miss the outback, Having spent years, Living down that lonely track, Time soon to go back. A deserted desert beach,
Colin HopePublished 7 years ago in PoetsRise
A breath, morning A heavy lidded dawning A yawn, a moan A stifle, a groan The sun is incongruent Little to see, scarce to move
Ben AttwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAlone in My Mind, Battle of Depression
Alone in my mind I have died a thousand times in my mind, the whole world left behind. I have fought and cried inside my soul, buried secrets nobody should know.
Crystal CarawayPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCaught
Moonbeams burn My skin to Black, 'Twas not my turn- I can't go back... Into the past, I rushed the stage- The spell is cast,
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Community Pantry
First, you took a penny then, left another penny. Later, we took literature then, we gave it back. Now, we take the essential
Jose GabrielPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Day at the Seaside
Mam cancelled the milk today, We are going to Blackpool just for the day, I've been sitting on the prom eating fish and chips,
DAVID PRIORPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Plague Upon You
A plague of humans, Infesting the Earth, They cannot stop breeding, That is their curse. The human plague, Has become so grave,
Colin HopePublished 7 years ago in PoetsNotice
His family lived in what you call, “the ditch” The north side of town no one wanted to be, but could unfortunately see who had the daughter with ripped jeans split to the thigh
Weez Here
Weez Here We shook the southern dust from our feet for the last time, By foot, mule, train or truck, Dixie is at our back and a new day is ahead,
Terri LyonsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlood, Sweat, and Fire
Blood, Sweat, and Fire The Wonderful World of Disney gave us a Sunday evening rest, We anticipated Ed Sullivan’s line up of guests
Terri LyonsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat I Am
I am a writer Not a journalist A storyteller Not a reporter A thought teller Not an event teller When I say "writer" Thou shall have no confusion
Alex MauricePublished 7 years ago in Poets