social commentary

There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.

The World Is Unjust
Now let me tell you – all of you! about the calamity that fell upon me. . Imagine this! Sunday morning, summertime. I’m minding my own business,
By Cristal S.11 months ago in Poets
Tallest Tree
they talk to me about a tree and life and about how Adam needs a wife “remember where you’re from” they say don’t need reminding, we see it every day
By Lyrical Logic11 months ago in Poets
Skulls under the growth . Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
You see a tree? I get the idea, my grandparents are the trunk, my parents branches, me a stick My kids the leaves I get the concept
By Sam Spinelli11 months ago in Poets
The Poem That Knew Death
The Poem That Knew Death I wrote a line, and the shadows bent toward it, pressing cold against my hands, folding darkness into syllables.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
CUD
chew, swallow, spit, chew: the cycle of life, whether the cow or the cud.
By kp12 months ago in Poets
My Biggest Regret
(1)I’ve been carried with so many sins- (2)Sadly, I went through isolation, exclusion, and judgement… (3)I felt remorse everyday and night…
By Meghan LeVaughn 12 months ago in Poets
The Woman Trapped in a Whispering House
The Woman Trapped in a Whispering House The house breathed around her, its floors groaning with stories, its walls whispering through cracks,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World She woke late, her body heavy with illness, the kind that even makes breathing feel like labor. The holiday had passed quietly, but its ache arrived late, creeping into her morning like a shadow.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
Climate Control
Climate Control On the 45th floor, the olive tree is mute with hunger’s strike: Here in the glass box there is no breeze
By Rebbekah Vega Romero12 months ago in Poets
Where are the Misters Rogers?
Everywhere I look is a travesty People disrespecting people Hate blooming like a field of weeds Prejudice spreading like a wildfire
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Poets
Viral Infection
Souls exist in transit Seasons, days, minutes Everything ends and everything begins The light from the screen reflects the world
By vibrant ghost12 months ago in Poets
That's a You Problem
You don't like that I call out all your bigot shit, You call me woke, You call me broke, And start throwing a hissy fit.
By CT Idlehouse12 months ago in Poets