social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Stagnation
i’m not depressed it’s not that at all anger without agitation and enthusiasm like a party without coke like a hot meat pie
Ode to a Washing Machine
You sit in the corner, like a Cyclops With your one staring eye, white and clinical. Crusty drips spill from the top left drawer
Rachel DeemingPublished 9 months ago in PoetsArt Poetry Fusion
Amidst the canvas, colors dance in harmony, A symphony of hues, a painter's fantasy. With each brushstroke, emotions take flight,
Barnabas PayamPublished 9 months ago in PoetsDid
did my back in lost my car and almost the job that i can no longer do did my head in lost my way and almost my mind
Trust with Faith
As the leaves turn to umber towards the end of summer, The wind picks up speed to blow the cobwebs away, Rain teems over waterfalls of heated sorrows,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 9 months ago in PoetsDeath before no pain
What will become of me now that I don't know pain? What will become of me when my soul has no passion? And when they ask me about sorrows, and I don't know a man
Thank You, AirPods
I adore the way you block unwanted noise and keep people away.
Real PoeticPublished 9 months ago in PoetsAn Ode to my Job
This is an ode to a place called my job. That crazy place that holds my paycheck so I won’t be a slob. This is an ode to my job. Many think to have one is average, but having a job is what keeps you from living savage.
Joe PattersonPublished 9 months ago in PoetsAn Ode to Odes
Who writes an ode to odes? Who dares to be so bold? Or is it all just a load A pile of… Okay just wrap it up It’s too dumb
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in PoetsPantser
HOOONNNEEEYYY!! Where are my pants? I laugh at that line every time And every time I hear the word pantser That’s where my mind goes
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in PoetsTen Toes Down
Unsubscribe, if you don’t write from the heart. If you’re too consumed by the views instead of the wounds writing can heal.
Real PoeticPublished 9 months ago in PoetsAn Ode to the Bathroom Door
An ode to you, and all that you do. From keeping smells out, by hiding our poo, to the more emotional job, of masking the sound
Vikki HeadPublished 9 months ago in Poets