social commentary

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

Chalice
Not all are welcome! And who gave you the right to speak for the Almighty? Did you ever think that you might be too stupid to judge for God?
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
A Mask of Self-Destruction
He wore the veil of confidence and sophistication, sheathed in vine of obligations and rules. Wherever he went, success opened its wide arms.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
The Fragile Soul
The Fragile Soul The soul is fragile, delicate as a leaf in wind, it bends, it twists, it breaks without warning, and the world keeps moving
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Don't Stand
Seated in the bow of the red canoe, it glides silently along beside floating cormorants. We slip beneath the overhang of lush, emerald-green leaves clinging tightly to the tree branches that tug at my hair, while worries clutch my mind. Maryland feels like uncharted territory to me - what could be hidden in the green fingers brushing through my hair? Ticks or black widow spiders? Are water snakes lurking in the murky, slow-moving current?
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Glass Doors
Morning spills through the glass doors, kids dragging backpacks twice their size, shoelaces untied, someone clutching a permission slip like it’s gold.
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
Haunted Playground
Haunted Playground The swings move alone in the midnight playground, moonlight glinting on cold chains. Children’s laughter drifts through the dark,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
She Is Anorexic
She is Anorexic She measures herself in silence. Each bone counts, each curve noted, a map of absence, a landscape carved from fear.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Surfing With My Lover
Surfing With My Lover We walk across the warm sand The boards under our arms Salt air clings to our skin And the sea calls us closer
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Darkness
The Darkness The streetlight flickers. I hear footsteps behind me. No one is there. Shadows grow tall. My breath tastes like fear.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Jack & The Hill. Content Warning.
It's all downhill from here... I wonder if this is how Jack felt when he went up to fetch that pail of water. It was a slippery slope on Twin Peaks.
By Vagabond Writesabout a year ago in Poets
For Your Children's Safety: Title Removed
Gunshots pierce the night, Pages, Pistols conflated. “Who watches the Watch----" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
That Weird Neighbor . Content Warning.
Halloween thunder. Under boards, slashed bodies stacked Code eight. Children stare. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets