social commentary

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

Rejection Syndrome. Content Warning.
Counting grains gazing into the slick tan terrazzo Arms wrapped around the Bar, bolted to the wall Wide textured chair rail
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Message in a Bottle
Message in a Bottle A green glass bottle rolled in with the tide its surface clouded from years at sea I bent to lift it from the wet sand
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Weaver's Thread
The Weaver's Thread Stitching a Future from the Past Image Prompt: A skilled weaver working at a loom by candlelight, intricate patterns of gold and silver threads glowing softly against a backdrop of a starry night, symbolizing creativity, heritage, and resilience.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Far away
I leave my mind behind to climb Because it’s easier to leave the world behind I see the people living dreams that died I was blind
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Falling from Grace
Falling from Grace I once walked proud with my head held high my words were silk my heart was steady the world bowed kindly as I passed by
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Wrongfully correct
Yes, you are right. I understand what you’re saying — but is it worth the hurt you’ll cause me? Sometimes, fighting flames
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Not a Sin to See
I saw a face today— the kind the dawn would pause to greet, where light lingered on the curve of a smile and shadows dared not dwell.
By Muhammad Saqibabout a year ago in Poets
fox's choice
Fox's choice To start again Clean the slate Or wreak mayhem. I'll look through creaks And cracks and pain To find it in my heart
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
The Comfort zone
Sometimes we’re led down the wrong paths— to far-off places we’ve never seen. They say if you speak your dream too soon, someone with stronger desire might take it.
By Kamran Khanabout a year ago in Poets
OVERFED
I know I shouldn’t keep looking at my phone. I know it’s bad for me. But my brain’s addicted to the quick dopamine rush. I flood myself with endless videos, memes, and updates—
By Kamran Khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Fates on Wallstreet
The Devil wears Prada. Father Time wears a Rolex. The Muses sing beguiling melodies on Broadway. The Fates foretell of future failures.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
Swimming with Sharks
Swimming with Sharks The sea is not real its waves built from whispers and old lies yet I swim there anyway pulling the cold through my fingers,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets