social commentary

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

The Frost
I have always love the autumn— my favorite season of the year—- I have touch the air - it was so cool and crisp, the breeze were like ‘I am free from the heat’;
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
Medusa's Lament. Content Warning.
Look now at the monster, not of my own making! They made me this way because he made me his Against my will in her sacred temple
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Poets
‘Hello, Moon’
Hello, Moon. Good evening. I know it’s been odd for over thirty years since I see the moon, even if I couldn’t see it well.
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
Love
Love does no wrong in the spreading of which, the cost is nothing so why O why does it feel so rare. - The love of which I speak
By Alexander Stoddartabout a year ago in Poets
A Letter to the super hunter moon
Dear Them the moon. Tonight, you are closest to the Earth in perigee, shining as big as you can be. Your face reflects you were pounded, it's in plain view. Meteorites left pockets seen even when you are black and blue. Impact changed silicon dust into regolith glass that reflects sunlight as a matter of facts.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Cathedral of Cracks
Cathedral of Cracks My heart was never marble, never spotless, never sure; It’s brick and plaster, rent-controlled, resistant, and half impure.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
Born too late
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Letters to the Unsent
Letters to the Unsent I’ve written you in weathered ink and drafts I never name, in subject lines that start with truth, then backspace into blame.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
Waxing & Waning. Honorable Mention in Letters to the Moon Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
Image created by author. Time will sprint with laughter, but unhealing pain slows it to a whale’s pace, a crawl along ocean
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Poets
Hands Full of Weather
Hands Full of Weather I wake with thunderstorms in wrists, with drizzle in my knees, a barometer behind my eyes that never quite agrees.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
The Birds That Didn’t Want to Live in a Tree
The Birds That Didn’t Want to Live in a Tree They gathered once, at dawn’s soft call, A hundred wings, yet hearts so small.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
blood on my brain. Top Story - November 2025.
there's a line a few in fact that i forget the relevance so resolute in my affliction i take a moment turn it into a lifetime
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets