social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Living Literature
Somewhere in the space concealed between micro and macro worlds we live ----- aware of a wide wedge, unaware of nearly
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsTop Level
Done by top level Revel in the excitement Finally did it! // Stay to rest after Wisdom from the climb on up Got what was wanted
Shelby HagoodPublished 8 months ago in PoetsPoem for Those That Reply to All
There once was a group most absurd That delighted in just being heard But with all the chatter What they said did not matter
Judey KalchikPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Media Cirlce
This is a poetic monologue from my one-act play BOYS LIKE US. This poetic monologue centers on the Exonerated Five and Scottsboro Boys being tarnished by the media.
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 8 months ago in PoetsIn Red
What lies on the road? Shadow, light, a shape... Is that...? The siren wails... Okay, I have been away for a while, but I like this prompt. It is a good way for me to get back to things. I have been working on a few pieces for challenges and my head has been in a very different space this week. I hope you like my Friday the 13th contribution...!
Kendall DefoePublished 8 months ago in PoetsMorality
The difference between right and wrong What’s good and what’s evil A set of rules that one follows Morality However, this is different from everybody
Daniel CottlesPublished 8 months ago in PoetsSextilis to Sept
I quit the days that chill us As we March toward Sextilis Romulus intercalated the year Adding dual moons, factitious ***
Gerard DiLeoPublished 8 months ago in PoetsSomething That Came From Nothing
Fertility, life, reproduction; decay However, this cycle doesn’t go away There wasn’t a beginning And there won’t be an end
Daniel CottlesPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWitch Hunt
On the wind, in the water or sleeping under soil, perhaps descending from the sun — diabolical anti-fun is embroiled in the roiling elements,
Jacob ShermanPublished 8 months ago in PoetsRace of Life
Jump in a car named life But how does it function It gives you the illusion of control Hit the gas for go Everything seems okay
Sady BaynePublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe dawn of gratitude poem
raise a thankful voice For every joy, for every tear, Gratitude is our constant cheer. twinkling light, a lullaby A cosmic dance of time
When you want to be rude.
Being polite does not exactly help you in some situations. *** When someone implies that you are dumb and stupid, Stand up for yourself!