social commentary

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

OFF THE TOP 6
Might be bitter not a quitter Say I’m trash I’ll bring the litter Why’s the UK turned like this So you know It ain’t a diss
By Haychie_Artistabout a year ago in Poets
Frost's First Trick
The crisp crunch of a different kind. Everything brown and dead has left. Ethereal and surreal, for sure— but the warning call,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Polar Bears. Content Warning.
Why do we continue To defend 1% of the population When they would throw us to the wolves To prevent any scuffs on their shoes
By vibrant ghostabout a year ago in Poets
Still Revising My Poems…..
I wrote the first draft in a rush, somewhere between midnight and bottled up memory. The words came out raw, honest in a way that scared me,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Pocketful of North
Pocketful of North I used to be a weather-vane for everybody’s storm. Spun by every passing wind, by every shifting form.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
Needy Is Not a Sin A Sovereign Protest Suite
Needy Is Not a Sin A Sovereign Protest Suite The Word They Twisted ADOBE FIREFLY They turned need into a slur, a stain,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Luna Moth
We filter out every scar Every line blurs as we seek perfection Reality is not realistic as we count our value by the length of our telomeres
By vibrant ghostabout a year ago in Poets
The Mirror That Refused to Reflect
The Mirror That Refused to Reflect The mirror hung, cold on the wall. It did not answer, it only waited. I stepped closer,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
III. The Shape of God
They said “theology” and I thought it was a kind of spell, a word reserved for saints or scholars who never doubted the shape of God.
By SUEDE the poetabout a year ago in Poets
The Long Spelling of Us
The Long Spelling of Us We started as a scribbled note on crumpled notebook lines. Two letters trading glances in a forest full of signs.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
In The Open Abyss. Runner-Up in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
I wonder, oh how I wonder — not about your ability or your presence, though in truth, they do elicit reverence and admiration.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Poetic Beginnings of the F-Word
Most people know what the F-word means and the different capacities it's used in. In raw terms, it can mean having sex. In anger, it's used as an insult. It can also be used as a form of surprise, "What the f**k?" or as a descriptive word, "It was f**king awesome!" But how did this word begin, and what does it have to do with poetry? Let's take a look back in time.
By Janis Masyk-Jacksonabout a year ago in Poets