social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Don't Spill The Ink
My pen moves slowly across the page It still has ink to rant and rage What it lacks in youth it makes up for with age And still it likes to connect and engage
Adam EvansonPublished 8 months ago in PoetsNever Forget
Today marks the twenty second anniversary of 911. That day will always affect many, including mine. Nine Eleven of 2001 Marked the first year of school for me. Either kindergarten or first grade. Honestly I don't remember which one. I was actually home schooled through grades K-12, so I was at home learning all about my ABC's when grandma suddenly called and told my mom to turn on the news. My mom spent the rest of the morning and throughout the day, watching the horrific events unfold. I got out of school for the day which honestly was nice, yet at the same time I realized something bad had happened.
telling aliens about mars 2112
you may not be aware but we tried to predict what life would be like out there. we moved with convict- ion to create our depiction
Elisabeth BalmonPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Day the Veil was Lifted
Disillusioned and unbelieving, we watched it play out like a disaster film, waiting for the credits to roll. By day's end, our world was forever changed.
Dana CrandellPublished 8 months ago in PoetsHow We Humanise Human Eyes
Dear Mr. Alien Cataracts are a kindness to shroud reality in a mist, to protect your eyes from seeing things by far better missed.
Adam EvansonPublished 8 months ago in PoetsLike a Snake
Like a snake, She enters each of my private spaces without asking if I really want to be checked this way Like a Ssss snake poisonous touch, She criticize whatever I do and Touch
Empty
I'm hollow Such a journey we've embarked Thru the darkness Nothing inside all hollow and gutted Where are my friends?
Luxolo PoswaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsPain
We wear faces to hide our pain We wear hills to elevate us from our muddy sorrows We paint our true feelings by being clowns
Luxolo PoswaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsLeave
I wanted three. But he threw me. Choked and Saddened, He was strangely maddened. I wanted clarity, Even as charity. He was fear,
Molly Angie MoustafaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsCan I kiss you? (Refers to water)
The antidote Allow me to drink from your fountain Let your participles touch my skin Such a glorious morning, refresh my mind
Luxolo PoswaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWhy Do We Die?
Because we are born because our parents may have loved Some die because they have someone to bury something to leave, something to fill
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsNever Forget
Never forget the day the towers fell. Never forget the day when a clear blue sky turned into hell. Never forget the day a kamikaze plot of horror was broadcasted live as the world watched in horror.
Joe PattersonPublished 8 months ago in Poets