social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Miss Not Mum
Mum, I shout out loud The laughter though reminds me I'm at school, not home * Thanks for reading!
Paul StewartPublished 7 months ago in PoetsPrayers for Peace
I’m saying a prayer for Israel and Palestine. For the innocent people caught along the battle lines. I’ve never been to those worlds before and I feel for everyone caught up in that world of war.
Joe PattersonPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHunchback of Lament in Algorithmic Abyss
In a future looming near, a spectacle quite askew, A twisted realm where screens dictate, what is false and what is true.
Belladonna BlackwoodPublished 7 months ago in PoetsRising Ember Dawn
rising ember dawn crepuscular rays illuminating morning skies over nature scattered clouds and roses, lillies, echium, tulips
Paul StewartPublished 7 months ago in PoetsIn Defence of Red
Fetishised, villified Aggressively stigmatised Burning fire of destruction Dripping blood of expiration Sign of warning
Paul StewartPublished 7 months ago in PoetsRepentance and respect
Repentance and respect I'm on my way to the rescue brave without hesitance in my eye and soul with my heart Open wild soft and calm inside
Humans
We, who be humans Are blinded by our actions Seen through eyes as villains
Sara CrippsPublished 7 months ago in PoetsDefine “Diversity”
“More diversity”… Does that mean a space for us… Or more room for y’all…
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 7 months ago in PoetsWe the people
We the people under heaven We came together on the tragedy of 911 We were one people of one accord We stood together neighbor to neighbor
Gregory AndersonPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Three Californias
I had to explain to this girl that I don’t live by a beach. * “I live near the mountains; we’re about as landlocked as we can be.”
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 7 months ago in PoetsChanting Down Babylon in the Anthropocene
The music of Bob Marley and the Wailers has always been a guiding force in my life. From as early as 1973, when I lived in Mona Heights, Jamaica, and sat in the living room of Micky Mowatt, or Jah Love as we called him after the name of his sound system, I still remember the first time I heard "Rastaman Chant" from the Burnin’ album.
Geoffrey PhilpPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Pied Piper
Adorned in Technicolor— an emerald cloak, a ruby shirt, and sapphire pants— they all think he’s off, a bum, a ne’er-do-well, a loon,
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 7 months ago in Poets