social commentary

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

I Fold My Fears Like Laundry
I sort the thunder from the sighs and the reds from bleeding blues. The mornings that unraveled me from nights that stuck like glue.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
From the Cozily Rocking Eastbound Train. Top Story - November 2025.
Perhaps this scene, from the cozily rocking eastbound train, of the juvenile sleet clouds tentatively stretching their wings,
By Gabriel Huizenga12 months ago in Poets
Tin Soldiers Never Die
Tin Soldiers Never Die They march at night, steel boots on stone, faces empty, hearts hollowed by war. Tin soldiers never die,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Still the Bombs Drop
Still the Bombs Drop The sky opened, iron birds screaming, wings cutting clouds, dropping shadows on earth. Smoke rose,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Walked Alone
The Man Who Walked Alone He walked the street, no one saw him, shadows clung to his coat, and his shoes whispered secrets.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Where the Streetlights Go to Pray
At dusk, the city buttons up its rusted overcoat. And every lamppost clears its throat to hum a softer note. The halos lean like tilted crowns on heads of steel and clay—
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
The Archive Was Too Mythic for Their Algorithm. Top Story - November 2025.
Welcome to my archives of my own photography. No AI No nothing. No video. No song. Just out of MY mouth of archives and the ocean.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
The Monster In His Head
The Monster In His Head He woke in the dark, the room cold as stone, his breath held tight, as if scared to move. He heard a name,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
“The Moon That Forgot to Glow”
🌙 The Moon That Forgot to Glow By [Ali Rehman] On the night the world went dim, not a single soul was awake to witness it—except me. I was walking the old desert road, my footsteps brushing dust into the warm night air, when I looked up and felt my breath slip out of my chest.
By Ali Rehman12 months ago in Poets
Stuck in the Middle
But if it works...What if it -almost- works? What is anyone ever willing to compromise for an almost? We're all dead in the motionless water in between the All and the Nothing.
By M.L. Ross12 months ago in Poets
Blood on the Clock
Blood on the Clock Time moves like blood, thick, slow, red and heavy, on hands that cannot touch, on faces that forget.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Letters to the Moon
Letters to the Moon I write to the moon, every night, my pen bleeding onto paper, I tell it my fears. My dreams, my love,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets