social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Roommate
EEK! I got tagged! If you don't know, Oneg and James have a new challenge out today, the Tag You're It! challenge. I foolishly replied to his brilliant micro fiction story and he got me. Here's how it works...
Mackenzie DavisPublished 9 months ago in PoetsMegacosm
I am nobody A speck in a field of drops A part of the whole
Kristen HavemanPublished 9 months ago in PoetsTwo Types of Writers
There are two types of writers in the world: (1) Those who believe to write well means to say things in as few words as possible,
Gabriel HuizengaPublished 9 months ago in PoetsWhen Did I Lose My Innocence As A Girl?
Trigger Warning from Author: The following poem briefly mentions sexual harrassment and assault. This poem is meant for mature audiences.
Ode, to the Roof Beams
I write this in a state of bliss, late at night, under the dim lamplight, there is wine nearby in case my soul runs dry
Dean F. HardyPublished 9 months ago in PoetsPink Bakery Box
Is there any sight Which thrills the eyes More than that Of a dainty pink bakery box? Children and adults alike Young and old all delight
Ryan BurkeyPublished 9 months ago in PoetsSomewhere in Yorkshire, England, Tears are Falling
These tears are falling in Yorkshire, England, where it’s raining again, we’re all wearing kagools, and it’s impossible to feel Chelsea.
Teresa RentonPublished 9 months ago in Poets- Top Story - September 2023
Calloused Streets
Placing the tip of his finger in behind his ankle, pushing between ice cold, calloused skin and soft, almost wisp-like leather, he feels the edge of the paper money placed gratefully there this morning. Still there! He calms somewhat; knowing it will sustain him until next time.
Tammy WakefordPublished 9 months ago in Poets Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Bike race? No challenge... Bat country; drug use: noted. Sad truth? U.S. knows... Ralph Steadman's wild line (and he was not even there!)
Kendall DefoePublished 9 months ago in Poets~Alabama Man!~
~Alabama Man ~ Alabama Man, You threw me of guard Right from that first handshake, So solid and kind Like mine, It’s one of a kind
Jennifer CooleyPublished 9 months ago in Poets~SKUPH!~
~SKUPH!~ Those eyes Bitter sweet, I remember As I lie here, Naked... On my bedroom Floor. Those eyes Bitter sweet,
Jennifer CooleyPublished 9 months ago in PoetsWork, Work, Work
They say that when you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. I’ve learned that to be completely false.
Alice B. Schellinger.Published 9 months ago in Poets