social commentary

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

Crucial Cords
“To get something worthwhile, you must give up something. The deepest, most personal aspects of yourself.” I've heard that one, and I agreed.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Glass
Your boasts may get you claps and clicks among your faithful fans, but out among the decent folk you may not find much love—
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
desire exists
the night doesn't scare me anymore. but the darkness does. i don't know if it's ironic, or if it's a lazy contradiction.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Shoes by the Door
Shoes by the Door Two shoes stand side by side. Cracked leather, bent at the heels. Their laces frayed, their weight heavy.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Red Face White
Times spent shrouded - shrouded yes in darkness ~ Such a melodramatic word to use ~ as I say "fuck you" to the sun's brightness
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Lollipop Blood
I gave five ten pence For a lollipop today. It made my tongue bleed.
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Poets
ripples
disarming the future with ripples the pull of the pool reaches the whole world life as a compass navigating in relation to its opposite
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Burn, Baby, Burn
Introduction That's it, all the current Vocal Challenges have been entered now, this is the place where I burn them all. I got a Top Story for one of my entries, thanks to a recommendation by Caitlin Charlton, so this has been a successful set of Vocal Challenges for me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Placard
If you are going to accuse others of ignorance, you might want to try being more careful yourself— at least so you don’t clearly indict yourself
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Binder
There is the truth, and there is bullshit. We have to call out the bullshit whenever and wherever someone tries to sling it.
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Grasping for Nothing
The falling -----------s ----------t ---------a --------r -------s The falling failing shining l -i --g ---h ----t
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The River at Dusk
The River at Dusk The river bends into evening. Its colour dark, its surface calm. Yet always it moves, never still. It carries what it has taken.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets