social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Scariest Story Ever
In darkness deep, in dreams I'm caught, A twisted nightmare, my mind has wrought. A chilling fear, it grips my soul, As I descend into the abyss, losing control.
Vikas SinghPublished 10 months ago in PoetsThe Queen and the Humble Heart
In a kingdom adorned with splendor and grace, A Queen resplendent with a radiant face. Her regal allure, a sight to behold,
LAWAN HARUNAPublished 10 months ago in PoetsIndonesia
In Indonesia's vast and splendid embrace, Nature's wonders adorn every space. From volcanoes that rise with fiery might,
Tokyo , Japan
In Tokyo's neon-lit embrace, I stand, A city alive, a vibrant wonderland. Amidst the bustling streets, I find my way, Where tradition and modernity intertwine each day.
A Broken Hearted Boy đź’”
Broken Hearted Boy‼️ He whispers to not shout- Sits, to not stand- Loves, to not hate- Smiles, to not cry- Tries, to not quit-
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 10 months ago in PoetsThe Book
Where all of time passed, Before the tales of man really began, Where the good and bad collide, And prosecutions undergone.
Uphill MindPublished 10 months ago in PoetsIf Yours are Good, Does that make Mine Bad?
If Yours are Good, Does that Make Mine Bad? Insipid words of a selfish love Negate the truth within a deadened heart; The taste left behind - sour on my tongue.
KJ AartilaPublished 10 months ago in PoetsBelonging
Superfluous Am I? Unnecessary Surely not? Hungry Indeed But for what? Purpose Position Where do I belong?
Simon GeorgePublished 10 months ago in PoetsSerenity
Grant me serenity. I just want peace, but I just fall to pieces when I meet life’s beast. Grant me serenity. I no longer want eternal tears from my internal fears.
Joe PattersonPublished 10 months ago in PoetsPainting is an OUTLET
In a road of colors, vibrant and alive, A painter's journey is about to thrive. With brush in hand, and palette by their side,
We Can Take The Blow!
We watched the towers fall while they were crushed by hate, but our aching wake-up call, could not seal our fate.
Debra DavisPublished 10 months ago in PoetsWatch the children as they play.
Watch the children as they play. Are they color blind today? Don’t they notice, can’t they see, their skin is different as can be?
Debra DavisPublished 10 months ago in Poets