social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Your Words Have Power
Your words have power. You know this. Instinctual from that young age when names and nicknames were both the same, when rhymes were crimes that carved scars in your heart and the salt of your tears blazed trails for fears that still haunt to this day at the sound of a name.
Week II: Electric Boogaloo
Split class with victim (I mean, fellow teacher...ha...); we just have to try... I certainly hope so... * Thank you for reading!
Kendall DefoePublished 8 months ago in Poetscapture this ugly moment
slurping down disgusting alcohol-free beer, munching on instant noodles seasoned with slices of slim sausage, scrolling thru yet another platitudinous series
Wrapped In You
It is true I’m forever wrapped in you As you are in me From the moment we met We didn’t know what we would get It was more than either of us ever bet
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Disease Called Loneliness
Loneliness, a silent affliction that haunts the depths of one’s soul, casting its shadow upon the spirit. It knows no boundaries, invading the hearts of the most independent souls, enveloping them in a shroud of isolation. This malady, often overlooked, can be more devastating than any physical ailment, for it gnaws at the very essence of our being, leaving us feeling adrift in a vast ocean of emptiness.
Lazy writerPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Top Story - August 2023
Cursed (this) City
i searched the lonely backstreets of a thousand cursed cities all full to the very brim of their own emptiness wasted platitudes and cries
The Unintended Fiction Challenge
This is not an official Vocal Challenge. Just an idea I came up with last night. So, I’ve never posted a challenge idea of my own. Or it’s been so long, that I’ve forgotten. But here’s one I came up with after writing Let Her Dance last night.
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Quiet Ones
I’ll go marching to the river with pail in hand A bucket to separate the crystal from sand, I’ll smile when the wind blows
Laura LannPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Top Story - August 2023
Provisional Equality
This moment will triumph and crystalize, leaving examples of harmony in its wake. Declare your right to be utterly glamorized.
Lamar WigginsPublished 8 months ago in Poets The Life and Death
Born imperceptible till puberty When almost suddenly the breasts began Ascending to the sky in uberty Announcing their timely life, form and span
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Top Story - August 2023
The Pendulum
she swings from broken to wrathful tick to tock cursing those who harmed her her heart calcified rock believing the sword
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 8 months ago in Poets Tick Tock
Tick tock, hours have gone. I've never realized the calming effects of the waves, how ironic! My time have come to the end
Luxolo PoswaPublished 8 months ago in Poets