social commentary

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

Someone
Someone is out near the road crying. Are they on it, by it, two miles away? I don’t know, but someone, not something,
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Faul
I haven't had a job in over a year The entire time I've only felt like part of a person Unworthy of joy or love or peace
By Mel Gabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Peace
The Weight of Peace Peace is heavier than war. It asks for honesty, not victory. It makes you sit with yourself, and listen to the echoes you made.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Mental Health poem
When people called your name And you think are you the same Or the monsters in your head are playing the game Still there is left some smile in my face
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Don't Settle
Settling Can Arrest Real Potential Don't be someone's scrap! You were meant to be a masterpiece...
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
The Eternal Moth Myth
The moth seeks the flame It has become a type of lore Apart of songs, stories, and oracles As no one thought to check If it was the actual truth
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Poets
Cloaked
Sad is this time of the demise of intellect, They don’t have to be correct, Their blathering oft ill-conceived. They only need to be believed.
By Thomas Durbinabout a year ago in Poets
The Future Awaits You!
You Can Do It! Pull up your trousers and double-tie your sneakers Work has got to be done! History won't wait for you or your incompetence
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Mask of a Suburban Woman. Winner in Masks We Wear Challenge.
In Mesoamerican folk religion, a nagual (pronounced [na'wal]) or nahual (both from the Nahuat word năhualli [na waxli]) is a human being who has the power to shapeshift... into their tonal animal counterpart.
By Teresa Rentonabout a year ago in Poets
Common Purpose
*With love for the works of J.R.R. Tolkien What evils lie behind that stare? What suspicions underneath? Adventures unfolding will lay them bare
By Gabrielle R. Lamontagneabout a year ago in Poets
Now, I Know. Content Warning.
Do you remember all those years ago, You told me that you loved me, And I believed you, The bruises in my heart, And, on my face,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
"AI generated"
So my story " Dear Coffee" now has an "AI-GENERATED" label on it. It sure was not me- I even used my own photo for it. I don't use AI. Never have and never will. I have a decent vocabulary and know how to use it.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets