social commentary

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

“Healing in the Quiet Moments”
Healing in the Quiet Moments By [Ali Rehman] Finding strength in stillness and the journey within. Mira had always been a person who lived loudly—not with her voice, but with her pace. She filled every hour with something: tasks, conversations, work, noise. Silence was a place she avoided, a room she never entered. She feared that if she stopped moving, the world would catch up to her. Or worse—her thoughts would.
By Ali Rehman12 months ago in Poets
Let’s get smoky . Top Story - November 2025.
Let’s start a fire Just you and I Cuz we’re only here for a little while before we ... Die Not to be morbid but each minute counts
By Sam Spinelli12 months ago in Poets
The Devil of the Daily
It isn’t the beast in the feast of abomination that breaks us— not the shadowed sins dressed in revelation, but the gnawing grin of repetition,
By SUEDE the poet12 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Room
I sit in the quiet room. Where the walls hold the weight of my thoughts. The air hums softly with things I can’t say, And the shadows move around memories I haven’t claimed.
By Emily12 months ago in Poets
Static Between Our Songs
We used to tune like matched guitars, two bodies, one bright chord. A needle dropping clean on love, no skips we couldn’t afford.
By Milan Milic12 months ago in Poets
Ink
An assortment of lines scrawled on sheets of white, a jumble of meaning quietly shines. - To some merely scribbles swirling eddies,
By Alexander Stoddart12 months ago in Poets
Something in the Air Is Poison
Something in the Air Is Poison There’s something wrong, In the night air, Something sharp, Something unseen. It burns slow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The Body Remembers What the Law Forgot
What Just Happened in U.S. Food Policy • In November 2025, Congress passed an emergency spending bill to end the government shutdown but buried in the bill was a provision that guts food safety rules.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
Anybody Telling the Truth?
Anybody Telling the Truth? Is anyone real, In this loud world, Where everything echoes, And nothing stands? People talk,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The Staircase That Watches
The Staircase That Watches Each step was waiting, Old and aware, Holding the whispers, Caught in the air. The boards were restless,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Silent Rain
I listen to the rain fall. On rooftops where no one pays attention. Each drop writes a letter to the ground. Each puddle holds a world of secrets.
By Emily12 months ago in Poets
Night Shift at the Heart
When daylight clocks out, worries badge in. I punch the timecard under my skin. The factory hum of breath begins. And I run the night shift—repairs and spins.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets