social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Hourglass Awake
Shadows cast by evening’s gentle glow, The sands of time slip softly through our hands, Each grain a moment lost, a fleeting show, As twilight deepens over silent lands. We count the hours like children chasing dreams, Yet dreams are but reflections in the glass, With every tick, reality redeems The promises we made that never pass. Oh how the stars will witness our embrace, As dusk drapes memories upon our skin; But whispers of tomorrow leave no trace— What once was certain now feels frail and thin. So let us dance beneath this silver light, For how much time we have left is unknown; In every heartbeat lies a spark so bright— This moment's all we hold to call our own. Each laugh and tear a testament to life, A tapestry of joy and bitter strife.
By Forest Greena day ago in Poets
Tides of Tomorrow
Beneath the whispering oaks that sway, Lives a man named Thomas, worn yet wise, With laughter like sunlight in his eyes. Each morning he'd wander to the old pier, Where memories danced with the salt-kissed air; He’d toss breadcrumbs to gulls that soared high, While dreaming of places beyond the sky. But life had stitched burdens into his heart, A love lost too soon—a cruel depart. Elena's laughter still echoed at dawn, Yet her light flickered out before it shone. “Time,” he would murmur to waves lapping near, “Is an ocean vast—sometimes cruelly clear.” He'd gaze at horizons where water meets fate, And feel in his chest an ache he called weight. One evening as sun dipped below the sea, A soft voice beside him stirred memory: “Do you think I’ve left?” It was Elena’s tone— A spectral whisper felt deep in his bone. “I carry your dreams like stars in my hands,” She spoke of a realm where time understands; “No end shall come where true love once bloomed—” As night wrapped around them like silk that consumed. With each gentle wave that caressed the shore, Thomas found strength he thought lost evermore. Though grief may eclipse and shadows may fall, It won’t end yet; there’s magic in all. So he stood by the pier with hope rekindled— In tides of tomorrow where hearts are not dwindled; The love that was given cannot be erased— It lives on in whispers—a sweet interlaced.
By Forest Greena day ago in Poets
The Call of Memories
Your laughter dances like the morning dew, Awakening my heart from weary sleep; Though miles apart, our bond remains so true, In every word you send, your secrets seep. Yet still you choose to ring when bills are due, To bridge the distance where our lives divide; With every “collect,” I feel the pull of you, A tether strung ‘twixt time and love’s sweet tide. So let me gather all your dreams tonight; Through whispered calls, we chase away the night. The laughter shared beneath the summer sun, With tones that dance like fireflies in my brain, A fleeting spark of joy that’s never done. Yet sadness lingers in our fractured lines; Her laughter echoes with a wistful sigh— An artful play where love and loss entwines, As moments fade but never truly die. Though distance stretches wide between our hearts, In every call I feel her warmth imparts.
By Forest Greena day ago in Poets
All the Broken Things💜 . Content Warning.
Personal Disclaimer: This poem is to spread awareness for all women and men who are affected by it. It's not a direct reflection of my relationship with my husband, but there's something hinting at that in this poem as well, so enjoy! Also, If anyone you know is being abused, suspected of being abused, or are a victim yourself, there is help available. Local shelters and organizations are a good way to start. However, if more in-depth help is needed, call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233. And remember, love shouldn't hurt. 💜💜💜
By Rain Dayze2 days ago in Poets
Clouds
I've not done one of these for a few days because I've been concentrating my publishing on challenge entries. I was going to do a classic song, but over the last few days I've fallen in love with a new British band called unpeople, who are just awesome. Their album We Are unpeople was released today and is already in my top ten of the year. The band sound sincere, look like the coolest misfits, and dance between subgenres of rock and metal with purpose.
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Poets
