social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
After the fall
Back when we knew the joy of flight And frolicked in the skies We knew that light was always right And dark was full of lies
Vadim KaganPublished a day ago in PoetsOn the Fringe
Deep in the shadows, where the veil grows thin There dwells a woman, still a child within She dances on the fringe where the wildflowers sway
Nichole CampbellPublished a day ago in Poetsputting my hands up
showing both hands the cards up your sleeves the wheels keep turning brakes are burning nobody dares to sit in the driver's seat
⸘jason alan‽Published a day ago in PoetsScratching The Itch
Desires, can be the slipperiest of slopes The line that exist between satisfaction and gluttony- Is quite blurred "Just one more..."
Josh MorganPublished a day ago in PoetsI Won't Hide In The Depths Of Your Dark Mind
I won't hide in the dark depths of your dark mind; Call me crazy, Call me insane, Call me what you like. I raise my head proud above your lies,
Carol TownendPublished 2 days ago in PoetsAppreciation of the work Angels and Demons
The novel "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown is a marvelous work of literature, opening up a world full of mystery, conspiracy, and the juxtaposition between the two supreme forces of the Vatican organization. Written by a talented author, the book is not only an adventurous journey full of drama but also an opportunity to delve deep into philosophical, religious, and scientific issues.
Catholic family communityPublished 2 days ago in PoetsHold on just yet
After losing her parents, Anaya felt that she was living her life in an oblivion She lost her interest in her day to day activities, and felt the world around her moving too fast.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA letter to my younger self
In the precipice of who I am today, There was a girl who would sit and pray. The one who believed in the mighty blue,
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsMeaning Of My Name
Me and my name insists life is a journey Made of love kind and how it came Its water for the thirsty Food for the hungry
What If
What if What a silly beginning What if nothing But there’s always something under the words below the skin where I still feel you
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsGripes in the Breeze
Gas burns my eyes The cops snatch one more from the protest line All my screams Change nothing in the grand Scheme of Things
Mark StigersPublished 2 days ago in Poetsthe gravity of it all
it weighs heavy on me these planets and stars the orbitting galaxy clusters all under control of one force the gravity of it all
⸘jason alan‽Published 2 days ago in Poets