social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
OH! DEAR BIRD
Oh dear bird, pretty It’s really a pity to be born in this planet where nobody cares about you though they seem to care
Riju ChaulagaiPublished 10 months ago in PoetsThe God told me.....
The God told me, amidst life's strife, To live with joy, unburdened by the knife. Release the pressure, let worries fly away, Embrace each moment, make the most of today.
Kuric AdemPublished 10 months ago in PoetsShe was a misfit
She was a misfit She craved to be the perfect fit She believed she had flaws She never broke the society’s laws She never broke the bully’s jaw
Butter cupPublished 10 months ago in PoetsRadio
Poet 1: 🎙️ Echoes of the Airwaves In the sphere of frequencies, where poetry resides, 🎙️Echoes of the Airwaves, where feelings are still audible.
Ahamed ThousifPublished 10 months ago in PoetsThe Silent Hours
The silence of the cold dark night, The hours rushing towards the midnight strike, The chill burns upon one’s face, The world questioned as it’s seems dreamlike.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 10 months ago in PoetsThe Idea Of A Better Tomorrow
America the beautiful, or so it used to be, Now it's in trouble and covered in ugliness from sea to shining sea, A shining idea she once was to the world,
Jason Ray MortonPublished 10 months ago in PoetsBrevity
Using brevity does not mean Using levity For matters requiring sensitivity You can still express the gravity of a situation
Paul StewartPublished 10 months ago in PoetsI am Black
I am Black, a soul embracing light, In harmony with colors, shining bright. Let me unfold my tale, through words so true,
Kuric AdemPublished 10 months ago in PoetsA silent voice
Silent and unseen, Boys burdened with sorrows, their hearts torn and keen. With stoic faces and eyes that conceal, The anguish they carry, wounds that won't heal.
Night Terrors
Nestled in the back of your mind, something is waiting to seek you out, take you down from within It's incognito and under the radar, eating away at you slowly, carefully, and gradually until it strikes
Paul StewartPublished 10 months ago in PoetsCat and Dog Friendship.
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and verdant forests, there lived a cat and a dog. The cat, whose name was Luna, was a sleek and graceful feline with fur as black as a starless night. She had bright green eyes that sparkled like emeralds and a tail that was always held high with pride. The dog, whose name was Max, was a scruffy terrier with fur as brown as the earth beneath his paws. He had floppy ears that bounced when he ran and a wagging tail that never stopped.
Merry Ville
Come to the banquet, One and all, On this merry day, We rejoice! I say to all, Let laughter and glee Be the order of the day,
Uphill MindPublished 10 months ago in Poets