social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Unblemished
The years have taken their toll on the outside But they don’t see her soul The unblemished beauty that radiates from her
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWhat Was It Again?
You told me your name I remember the moment But, just not the name…
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 8 months ago in PoetsPowerball Fever
Powerball dreams soar high, Billions envisioned in the night, Got four dollar win!
Anthony ChanPublished 8 months ago in PoetsIdiosyncrasies
I aimed for his cheek, But missed, instead kissed his lips Earth, swallow me please! When challenged to delve deep into those experiences we usually do our best to forget, no experience was quite so awkward as the one that inspired this piece.
Lilly CooperPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe self cannot self-help
The foe self-care is that of self-preservation. It's an oxymoron to believe one's self can be preserved by the being it wishes to protect.
Noah DouglasPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThose Unspoken Words
'Neath the moon's soft, silver haze, Lovers have this language, like a secret maze. Unspoken verses in their hearts, oh so deep,
Grounded
Where does my heart go… when I, want to abscond? How do I accomplish to make it stay? Emotional and physical distress are the indications to take a rest.
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 8 months ago in Poetsawkward greeting
their warm embrace was cooled over flames of his wife’s bitter jealousy
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 8 months ago in PoetsTonight We Dine on Cringe
Waiter brought our food Told us to enjoy our meal Then I said, “You too!” *********************** Has this ever happened to you? If it does, please let it go. Don't beat yourself up. The person on the receiving end of your well intentioned misfire has heard it before. You're not the first and you certainly wont be the last. Relax, my friend. Hydrate. Get some sleep and hold your head up high. You're only human after all.
Leslie WritesPublished 8 months ago in Poetsbad transmission
bombarded from all sides inside, outside, on the line I stuck my head in there and it gets sliced through like a lemon peel
Mescaline BrissetPublished 8 months ago in PoetsNothing's More Awkward
Vocal's Judges Judged They Miscounted The Letters They Need To Fix That
Thavien YliasterPublished 8 months ago in Poetspear-shaped days
you sent me to a place, where the routine substitutes for all clock ticks everything seems grey despite the sun shining
Mescaline BrissetPublished 8 months ago in Poets