social commentary

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

The Feline’s Mantilla
There is no greater veil than the one I wear. The majority of my life was spent in despair. Living a lie with my heart cleanly cloven.
By Sara Elizabeth Joyceabout a year ago in Poets
Vampires
visual visitor volatile vindictive vampires
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Red Hair, Dark Heart
Red Hair, Dark Heart Her hair a riot, fierce and free, a wildfire turned to thread. She breathes in smoke, exhales the stars,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Writing
Understanding unbelievable ultimatums undertaking unfairness. (A tautogram to think about when writing about certain subjects.)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
No Sedation
In the abattoir Die... time to die... die in pain with no sedation
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Where Is the Safest Place in the World to Escape Nuclear War, and Can Anyone Survive It
Where Is the Safest Place in the World to Escape Nuclear War, and Can Anyone Survive It There is a question buried in every restless heart,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Evening Masque
At last I reached the evening masque A lofty fête in which to bask In the highest circles fit to task Lords and ladies, all abounds
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
Spirit in the Dark
Spirit in the Dark Night falls heavy, folding the world in its trembling hands. I walk in the woods yet no moon watches,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Masks of Vocal
In our hallowed writing space, we gather, Weaving our words upon a distant page Words of import - or just senseless blather,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓪𝓷
The Hangman By Maurice Ogden 1. Into our town the Hangman came Smelling of gold and blood and flame— And he paced our bricks with a diffident air
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
The House Beneath the Willow
The House Beneath the Willow There is a house beneath the willow, where time forgot to keep its word. Its windows sigh with old secrets,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"I'm Putting On My War Paint"
We were getting ready to talk to a hundred My friend called to say she was ready, but had some dread ~ I'm putting warpaint on!
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets