social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
12 Years a Slave -Now Free
I bought tobacco a beautiful tin, an accessory to glamourise my shameful sin I had a beautiful lighter that looked rather regal and hand rolled typically with something illegal
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 8 months ago in PoetsNot for Sainthood
If I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then Perhaps would be a happier when If I did know then what I do know now I’d have still screwed it up .. somehow
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 8 months ago in PoetsIt Encircles, and Engulfs
What if it were all debunked? these apocalyptic future scenarios of robot takeover/..................[?] simply by the ordinary reality
Rob AngeliPublished 8 months ago in PoetsDid We See?
We saw what we reap. Pretended not to. Now these knots are too tangled, Things too complicated To see them right through
Consequences
All I wanted, after all these years, was an apology. Something. Anything. Just something that would've showed me - proved to me - how you regretted the actions you've done. That you regretted the decisions you made out of impulse.
Death by Buddha.
Today I nearly died. Almost. Not quite. But for - A sudden urge to turn the lamp on. Getting older’ s dimming my sight,
The beauty of the crooked.
The beauty of the crooked. I heard a quote about a Japanese tradition that in their culture a broken mirror or a scarred piece of glass is considered to be beautiful. The Japanese readorn the broken pieces of glass and adjoin it in the authentic form of its brokenness and yet call it a piece of beauty.
Hridya SharmaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsObjectively
Objectively, we objectify Subjectively, we feel Unfortunately, this world we’re in Needs too much time to heal Internally, our wounds bleed out
Jasmine WilliamsPublished 8 months ago in Poets76
I live my life through windows Watching shadows on the walls They seem real enough to me As they dance across the halls They smile and laugh and love
Hector GonzalezPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe liquor and thighs
It is seen as it is It is clear as the light Too drunken by the liquor only sight are the thighs that are thicker Missing your way in between
Susanna ObiPublished 8 months ago in Poetsit’s all been done
there’s actually nothing new under the sun, it’s all already been done. I know your ego hates this shun. It likes to keep you from having actual fun.
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 8 months ago in PoetsMango Swing
Mango is swinging in the air When will it fall down my dear children throw stones at the sky nothing can break the bond Like friends holding hand