social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Lovers + Lust
Chaos or Calamity Whatever this weather it may seem to be. Unspoken words kill like a disease. Communication is key. And who to listen to?
Auburn AshtonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAhhhhhh
This is a moment, If even that. A fragment, of mind lapsing. It's inspiration, If even that. An epiphany, That has collapsed.
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat Have We Become?
What have we become? If you only look around and notice the misery, Brave souls dying by the seconds, Protesters silenced by disfavors,
Malika YoungPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRead Between the Lies
What defines you? Is it a nice suit? Is it what you do or your music on iTunes? Is your foundation based on the foundation on your face?
Benjamin Haydn DaviesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBarker Ranch
Welcome to the Family, we will set around the fire. I will tell you a story, I am here to inspire. The Guitar strums, this acid will help you Succumb.
Shellbell kuhnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI'm Sick
I'm sick! From cruelty to innocent souls, From outrage and ego, which only ruins. I'm tired of watching them kill, And without paying to go!
Arzun NasufovaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMisconstructed
My mind wanders, wherever it goes, It’s hard to take control, No choice, I just hear my voice repeating every word in my thoughts,
Precious
Life is precious Every baby born a miracle Every death a tragedy Then why do we treat it with carelessness We spit on its ideas
Keira ElmerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNew Jackals
New jackals Romp and tear the global flesh Peer down the sight line An agenda mowing over the innocent While multitudes chatter and become trivialized secondaries
Broke PoetPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDomestic Bliss
A dialogue poem I wrote in junior year of college. Warning: Language Domestic Bliss A husband and wife sit at the dinner table,
Candice JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGay
G a y Three letter word; So fitting and broad. Dogmatic in its arches— Sitting in the distance of the man; who wears his hat;
Malika YoungPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGray
we are white we are broken we are blind we are ignorant willfully ignorant we are murderers we are terrorists we are not *all* bad
Victoria Benson-LohrPublished 7 years ago in Poets