social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Earthday Everyday
Celebrate Earth, our planet of blue and green desert and sea mountains and forests rivers and streams waterfalls! author photo
Andrea CorwinPublished 3 days ago in PoetsTo Your Taste
Ketchup or mustard a squirt of each, or blended, French fries to your taste A fun poem with the 5-7-5 format. Perhaps you prefer Ranch dressing, or plain fries...try mixing a dot of mustard with ketchup. Better yet, buy Portland Organic Ketchup. You can eat it with a spoon! Ketchup from Portlandia. š
Andrea CorwinPublished 3 days ago in PoetsIn my eyes I carry my fatherās rage and my motherās sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsCrystal Diviner
crystal clear vessel diviner of our being full/empty promises * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: This is for Matthew Fromm's intriguing little challenge "Write a poem about a mundane object in the 5-7-5 format."
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in Poetseasier said than done
easier said than done, as clouds gather over the horizon long and lonely is the night, when in dreams I am free but trapped,
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWebs Under the Eclipse
Entry upon entry, endless tales, my stories demand my voice Clawing at keys, a trapped beast, that hungers to be freed from this cage so old
Kenneth cruzPublished 4 days ago in PoetsDear Zeus
Dear Zeus, I love your daughter even more Now that She decided to stop the war. Could Her tears redress every human sore In an age when missiles can reach each shore
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 4 days ago in PoetsBeautiful
I have cellulite, some things can't be avoided, I have a saggy tummy and stretch marks, I've had kids! I have a kangaroo pouch and a tyre around my waist,
Carol TownendPublished 4 days ago in PoetsGolden Memories Underneath This Tree
A blossom tree starts as a tiny seed which grows into a baby, then a child, and finally an adult. The tree has to be watered to grow before it blooms,
Carol TownendPublished 4 days ago in PoetsSpring Clean
Iām springing clean. Once again Iāve approached a beautiful new season and I guarantee it will be my due season. Iām springing clean. Thereās always some cleaning to do. Out with the old and in with the new.
Joe PattersonPublished 4 days ago in PoetsOn The Outside
I stood alone, On the outside, looking in. Never good enough. The odd peg outside an already completed circle. Nothing but the constant reminders,
Woman
Woman ______By Aranna Hasan Delwar. Every time I want to cross the threshold of the house and touch the sky
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished 4 days ago in Poets