social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Seasons Change
As the seasons change And time passes without you I change myself, too Author’s Note: Here we are, day twenty-three on my path down the fifty-day song/lyric-based senryū challenge. Today’s poem is inspired by “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac, which you can listen to below.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago in Poets
HEAD FOR THE GATE
HEAD FOR THE GATE Old England wasn’t gentle in those dark and distant years, when punishment was public and nobody hid their fears. You bowed before the soldiers, you listened to the state, or one day you might find yourself displayed upon a gate.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY
MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY I was only fifteen when I thought that I knew love, too young to see the warning signs, too young to know enough. I believed him when he told me I was everything he’d need, and when you’re fifteen and in love, your heart is easy to mislead.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Time is Linear
Time is linear We’ll have to fix our mistakes While looking forward Author’s Note: We are on the twenty-second day of my path down the fifty-day song/lyric-inspired senryū challenge. Today’s poem is inspired by “If I Could Turn Back Time” by Cher, which you can listen to below.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Poets
Blanked Verse?
Prologue: We are indeed fortunate to have discovered a long-lost poem by Mr. F. S. W. Stegalitz, one of the finest poets of the nineteenth century; a worthy rival to Dickinson, Hopkins, Whitman, Pushkin, or many of the modern poets of the last century. As those of you who read and love poetry know, Mr. Stegalitz was not a fan of the publication industry, feeling that they were ''vultures and leeches in bowties'' (a rare direct quote), so he kept his work close to home and would only allowed certain scholars and readers he felt worth his time see his work. Fortunately, one of those readers was able to acquire his work after his passing and save it for future generations. Unfortunately, it again became lost and hidden in a desk drawer that would have remained undiscovered were it not for the efforts of our investigators.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets
