social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Duck
Walking down the streets of Stressbourg, Toward the highway leading right to Gloomville, Passing by Freiburg and Dogville,
"Unwavering Friendship: You Were There for Me"
I was there for you, a steadfast friend, In the depths of night, when shadows descend, Through the trials and storms, we did transcend,
Her Secret Recipe
She lays curled in the lap of the Universe, Romping through her dreams in the days of the sunshine, There’s someone on the sidelines watching her intensely,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 8 months ago in PoetsFirst Day Cycle
It is the first day in a new school Still trying to know all the rules Recess being in between third period and lunch Four times four i didn't know that much
Forest GreenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsMeditation in the Dark
It's time to meditate Just sit back and relax Let's start by closing our eyes Focusing on just your breathing In the nose
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in PoetsSelf-Care Serenade: A Poetic Journey
In the hustle and bustle of life's grand affair, Don't forget a task of utmost care. To prioritize self, with love and grace,
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When all the heroes turn to shit And noble causes dry to dust, There is no choice but to admit That we should have obeyed our lust,
Vadim KaganPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Moths and the Flame
Above a white rooftop under a cloudy sky, the moon looks down and into herself. Under a solitary streetlight, moths rush to meet the flame. They seem to wonder, lost, yet, know precisely what they’re doing.
Meri UtkovskaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsRain rain go away
it’s always raining around me Everyday everytime I can’t seem to find the sun The say after the rain comes sun But the rain doesn’t seem to want to stop
Aubrey jamesPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Top Story - September 2023
Talk is Cheap, Silence is Golden
Talk is cheap Silence is golden Think before you spray But never hold back Just always be careful But don't hold it in
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in Poets Ape No More
Go on Tell me again how a man becomes gentle, by magic, when he pulls out his wallet and pays for... anything with your name on it.
ageingpoptartPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Gap at Sycamore Gap
When I heard that the tree was no more at Sycamore Gap, I felt a sadness at its demise. We had just been warned of Storm Agnes which was approaching the UK with its windy savagery, churning up grey skies and heralding the beginning of colder, darker days. I thought that it was Agnes who had felled the tree but this was not the case. She had other havoc to wreak.
Rachel DeemingPublished 8 months ago in Poets