social commentary

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

Night in the Garden
In the noche, under the luna and estrellas, surrounded by oscuridad, I like to sit solo, in my jardín. The soledad is pacífico,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Life is Fleeting
We are mere mortals, maybe not, as ephemeral, as fireflies, or moths, but we are still specks, in the long ribbon, of Earth’s timeline.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Ghost Girl at Samlesbury
The Ghost Girl at Samlesbury They say she’s seen near the chapel wall not often, and never when called just a flicker where light won’t stay
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Aftermath
Prelude I've spent some time reflecting recently on my present situation after having been laid off from my most recent job after roughly 12.5 years. I've also drawn from previous hardships, both of mine and of others I observed, to glean a few observations about what adversity can do to a person and how that person might respond.
By Kevin Gilmoreabout a year ago in Poets
What Became Of Us?
They came for another, ambush of a masked cult. Taking a father, a brother, legal or not, whoever doesn't fit their inhumane ideal.
By C. H. Richardabout a year ago in Poets
Gravity
A deadly struggle to maintain skies The world built upon vicious lies Build a refrigerator They'll build a bomb It won't take long for the world to succumb
By Logan Stanislawabout a year ago in Poets
The Crescendo
Fear a retribution rising Paints the sky a violent red Catalyst of descending lies The broken steed, a horse instead A mountain's cries, in shades of blue
By Logan Stanislawabout a year ago in Poets
Overweight Wife
The wife is overweight, nothing wrong with that, love is important, loyalty too. But we all know, which way the world leans.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Eating Fruit
Hidden in the white plump flesh Of mangosteen Some part of our tender innocence sleeps Cocooned, Protected, From vulgar hands
By Michele Nampalliabout a year ago in Poets
The Things She Didn’t Forget
The Things She Didn’t Forget She didn’t forget the crack in the floor where rain slipped through in winter storms or how her mother’s hands would shake
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
No One’s Boy: The Passed Around Child
No One’s Boy: The Passed Around Child He was dressed in neat things, shoes that shone, jumpers pressed, fed at the right time,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Will Our Bastille Day Come?
Introduction This is for Ellie Hoovs' July Poetry Prompt Contest (day 6) “Revolution, Reckoning, and the Poetry of Uprising”, which you can find more about here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets