social commentary

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

He Found a Wife Who Wanted Him Only
He Found a Wife Who Wanted Him Only He gave black diamonds and pearls to girls who wanted sparkle their hands full, their hearts light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Grown-up Friend?ships
It was simple once, a shared donut, a borrowed pencil, a smile in a crowded hallway. Tiny gives, tiny takes, bearing soft silent witness.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Trespass
Clip-clop! Go Timbs up a marble drive, Skintight cat suit, confident stride. Palm trees bow, birds-eye view, rules don’t limit blonde and blue.
By Tamesha Morrisabout a year ago in Poets
Busy
Take off the armor of busy, sit in a chair with no work, and wait to see what happens. If you can stick it out, the busy will stop its chatter,
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
The Ghost of Time
The Ghost of Time The ghost of time waits in the corners its eyes hidden in shadow it moves through walls and leaves cold footprints on the floor
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Understanding The Forge Of Creating A Different Future
If you want to Create a Different Future... You must Put Yourself through a Forge. It is a Difficult Thing to Face. There is the Fire of Creation that You Must Immerse Yourself Into.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach Barefoot we walk in the sand waves whisper around our ankles your hand brushing mine the sky heavy with clouds
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Each time
If I took a lap, once a leap ago, and saw nostalgia once again in their eyes . -each time in L.A. the ‘sixty-seven, again ninety-two,
By G. Douglas Kerrabout a year ago in Poets
Colonized Kernels
They took the beautiful, native, wild, untamed rainbow of it, forced it into rows, indistinct, cultivated obedience, made it fruit
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Political Twenty-Six
To be eighteen then... Ballot or bullet? Let's see... You now can decide. Speed wins! * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Children
Children; They dance and sing their songs, Throwing their hands in the air, Laughing as they dare, But, Dear Adult; They are vulnerable,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets