social commentary

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

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When your fear of others gets so fierce that you believe you can threaten them without restraint or reasonable suspicion,
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
That’s Life in the Slums
That’s Life in the Slums Brick walls crack and sigh beneath the weight of grey skies, children kick dust, laughing through alleys of dripping gutters.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Robins
The Robins The robins sing at dawn, their throats open to the sky. I sit by the window, their song feels like prayer. Branches bend under them,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
He was a cold killer
He was a cold killer He walked in the fog the city held its breath stones slick beneath him lamps dim and weak he wore the night
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
2025 Predictions
2025 Predictions The year opens with silence that trembles, fire follows water, and water refuses to rest. Crowds gather in places once thought safe,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Light of Autumn
Fall was the best season ever, It was a comfort evening that day— The autumn have already started when the cool breeze -—
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
Raptured Who?
September is here! Will someone take them away? Really? Not again... The Most Likely Scenario * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Hope and fear
Don’t ask me why the stars shine high above And don’t ask me why little kittens purr Don’t ask me why there’s such a thing as love
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
2025 Prediction Poem
2025 Prediction Poem Whispers float over broken streets, news spreads faster than the wind, fires burn in places unseen,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What If....?. Content Warning.
What if....? I had been that good girl, you know, the one who listened to your delusional lies, and swallowed them like the pill of truth;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Ring
If you need adulation and applause, be careful where you turn to get your fix. A vapid, empty-headed audience responds resoundingly to kindred spirits.
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
We Eat Our Young
paintings can't hurt you... beware — selfish man and gods for we eat our young. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another horrorish haiku for the Haunted Echoes challenge. This time, after several poems inspired by paintings by Picasso, Brueghel, Friedrich, Raphael, and Caravaggio. This time it is Goya who can play as muse to this writer, me, while also scratching his itch.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets