social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Stressed and Depressed During the Flight
Right now I’m sitting on a plane looking through the window in the sky. Above I see - darkness and city lights, strange how high up the clouds can become so thick and yet so transparent.
Master Key vs Padlock
The problem with the society is that They teach girls to look at themselves as objects A padlock that shouldn't be opened by many keys because the padlock losses its value.
Sweet YvonnePublished 7 months ago in PoetsInjustice and Leadership
…and again I’m leaving… … to a place where I don’t belong, where I’m not welcomed and loved. I will miss you my beautiful and always sunny warm sand…
Christmas poem
Let the bells ring so loud Join the wishful and lovely crowd Let that joy look through your heart You will have a perfect start
I felt a funeral in my brain
I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through.
Daddy Lost His Job
daddy lost his job now he just slams the door he hasn’t read me a book for so long he doesn’t smile anymore hurt is the yelling
Remember the Woman You Once Knew
She feels the scars and wounds that she lives with every day, They tell the story of all she has experienced, The lessons learned,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 7 months ago in PoetsSometimes
sometimes silly sounds slide slowly, silenced sometimes shooting schemes simplifies sacred shapes sometimes
Alpha and Omega
Wondering along this life’s road We all must endure some heavy loads Barring the thought we are on our own Beyond what we see we are never alone
Gregory AndersonPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBurnt my tongue on acid spittle
burnt my tongue on acid spittle felt the torque slam me a little Scratched lung inhaled brittle Rich man bung Legal acquittal
Paul StewartPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBefore
Before the crash Need the cash Before the fall Stack it tall Before the tache Have a bash Before the call Against the wall
Paul StewartPublished 7 months ago in PoetsAll the Leaves Are Brown
All the Brown Leaves Dead Leaves Part of the process Brown grass Dead grass Part of the process Before the green
Paul StewartPublished 7 months ago in Poets