social commentary

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

Infinite Possibilities
She strummed the edges of bound golden leaves. They whispered promised secrets, shuffling beneath her thumbs; blank pages,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Pax Americana
Public debate is no longer about persuasion...it’s production. Opposition is staged. Outrage monetized. Politics becomes theater with no backstage.
By ambiguous karmaabout a year ago in Poets
The President's a Pedophile. Content Warning.
The president's a pedophile... The Nazis never left. They'll cull us like animals... He wants us all fucking dead. / Your hero raped little girls...
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
The Monkey Who Loved His Mirror
The Monkey Who Loved His Mirror A little monkey found a glass, He looked right in and made a pass. He saw himself and waved hello,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Innocence of a Child
The Innocence of a Child A giggle in the morning light A hand that reaches out so wide The world is fresh, the sky is new
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Footsteps in the Snow
Footsteps in the Snow No wind, no sound, just ice and white A single trail beneath the night No turning back, no scattered tread
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Country acrostics #1
Just had an idea to write acrostics for various countries around the globe. Since I live in the United States I figure I will write one for my country first.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Pax Americana
I. PAX AMERICANA History watches silently as nations turn to myth. I write because silence no longer suits me. Empires rarely collapse in a blaze.They fade...quietly, procedurally; under the weight of their own contradictions.This one may be no different.
By ambiguous karmaabout a year ago in Poets
A Hypocrite Yells At Clouds
It is the most unabashedly selfish act to wait until judgement day In a vain attempt to shield the perceived unpleasantness of things you wish not say
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Mother Mary
I am Hindu by birth, I have never felt pride or shame over it, for it’s just, what I was born into, and I respect other religions too.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Horsey Marriage
She plays all kinds of games, asks me to be part of her whimsical world, and I nod. So on a weekend morning, in the backyard,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Crimson Moon Over Solitude
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets