social commentary

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

Inkwell. Content Warning.
This is a left-leaning swan dive Into an ocean of maybes, A crusade turned genocide Because I exist too loudly. God isn’t real for me
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
It's Just A Debate
It's just a debate, he’s not causing no harm you’re just making a fuss, just wasting alarm after all, a campus is meant for people to learn
By Connieabout a year ago in Poets
My Masks Don’t Fit Anymore. Content Warning.
Wore them once or twice. Then, I threw them out. Sunk them deep in the river. Stories told; stories not read, fighting with urge to jump out of the window.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Narcissus in Candlelight. Runner-Up in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
I take thy mantle, answer the call To face the darkness swirling within; Let ink stand witness—let the blackness fall I call the pool; abyss—reveal thy skin
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Femicide. Content Warning.
The sound of his steps Eyes and breath against my back My mace left at home.
By Heather Elleabout a year ago in Poets
Swans?
wrinkled and plucked born in the moonlit Autumn left behind too young to move or migrate fallen, starving from an empty nest
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
True Crime
Fiction quivers at reality's cruelty, the monsters are all real.
By Jada Fergusonabout a year ago in Poets
Pills
There is a price to be paid for being contrary. True, there are times when common wisdom is wrong, when one must stand up and fight peer pressure.
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Live For Today There’s No Tomorrow
Live For Today There’s No Tomorrow A skeleton sits at a laptop, typing from the other side. I reach through the silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Cicadas Scream. Top Story - September 2025.
No offense, but fuck the butterflies. And the monarchy while you’re at it. Poison wrapped in bejeweled beauty with sycophantic posers riding their coattails for survival. Keep your airbrushed wings for the magazine covers. Screw your prime time makeover. Drained of bad choices and wrapped in a mummy’s worth of plastic. We all remember how ugly you were on the inside, as ready to stab an enemy as a helping hand.
By Sean A.about a year ago in Poets
Brown eyed boy
Brown eyed boy his eyes calm like coffee warm steady holding the morning quiet green eyed girl her eyes like a snakes sharp restless
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Brainwasher. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
You said I was trained to be a brainwasher Over a happy Thanksgiving dinner I heard you argue that I’m the villain You laid your accusations with conviction
By vibrant ghostabout a year ago in Poets