social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Leaves They Fall
Leaves they fall all around Wind flowing, a gentle sound Once alive Saying good bye Coming to an end “Until we meet again my friend”
Sidney SmithPublished 8 months ago in PoetsCorduroy Joy
Corduroy Joy didn’t know she was a toy She thought she was like every other girl or boy She laughed and played all day And at night she laid in her bed
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsNot All Death is Physical
Not all death is physical Sometimes “living” is nothing more than a ritual A thing we do to get through the day Dragging ourselves from one event to another
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsNo
No KFC No MSG No CFC No bat No CCP No MCG No AFL No splat No GFC No XTC No ABC No fat No LSD
Bitter and Downtrodden
He understood the chances he was taking, Riding the winds that changed, Years disintegrating, Hoping the outcome can be rearranged.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWoman
Am I to you merely a face, a pose, a smile Just a way to spend a pleasant while A lovely swaying set of hips A ruby red, wet, set of kissable lips
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 8 months ago in Poetsabout the art of writing II
rejected by the whole world avoided on purpose ‘are you a writer?’ they always ask ‘yes I am’ ‘I will never read you then’
Mescaline BrissetPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Unantibioticafiable.
Like a paracetamol pulsated into - Lemsip. Meant to heal. A protector. You ground me down into puff powdery particles
Failures
The waning moon’s rise. I lay empty and broken. Another failure. /// The waning moon’s new sun rises.
Matthew FrommPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
MOTIVATIONAL POEM
What you have dreamt about Is a wish that is in your mind Don’t just kill it and turn yourself into a blind If you have seen it then you can get it
Text Me, Already❗
I merely gave him my number, and already I’m, staring at the phone… Hoping, That it be Him… I'm anxious to hear his tone…
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 8 months ago in PoetsStop It
Stop it. Stop releasing paper lanterns The flesh of your loved ones will never be warmed by the tiny flame The mass of twinkling dots never reflected in their eyes
L.C. SchäferPublished 8 months ago in Poets