social commentary

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

🌅Heaven On Earth🌅
🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅 “Please understand and love me.”― “Garden of Eden,” Ernest Hemingway 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne5 days ago in Poets
Mother Earth Surrenders
Mother Earth Surrenders Mother Earth has tried so hard, To keep things on the straight And narrow. But the Earth is crumbling day by day, And the cowboy still fires his bow and arrow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
ZORRO'S LEGACY
ZORRO'S LEGACY 10/27/2026 a simple idea.. falls prey to a fevered dream... manifests into an avatar, it is a state of perpetual desire...
By Victor Mendez6 days ago in Poets
Unfair Advantage
Psychotherapy on the page or on the stage Everyone is watching Observing how you writhe and twist To the rhythm of the wrong melody They are the ones who brought this about, their tightly pressed lips Silent for years on end Where did true communication go? You longed for a family And then you reduced everything that mattered To a purely physical, burdensome toil Making assumptions about anything has never done anyone any good They thought I would be a detective of some sort That I would spend years waiting for even a single positive word For the support I should have received from my earliest years Nothing of the sort ever happened, not even after three decades I had to summon everything I could possibly draw from within myself While those I considered true friends walked away So, I began to look for clues in culture Discovering depths within myself I hadn’t even known existed I believed it would lead me somewhere, and that is exactly what happened Followed by many, supported by no one Here I am, enjoy it while you can still read me here
By Sun Bee6 days ago in Poets
Blendin’ in
The city speaks to me Where have you been? Where are you headed? Come, sit here with me Without a trace of regret This is the stop I have always longed for Now that all the storms have finally subsided I have at last found A moment’s respite What more could I possibly want? I know this is not yet my final destination I know where I wish to arrive I have the journey mapped out in my mind Perhaps not down to every last detail But while I do not turn my heart toward the heartless I turn it toward places To soak in their atmosphere By the water or within the city itself Out in nature, or somewhere in between In various states of mind Where life unfolds in its purest form Untainted by artificial additives That is where I belong Where the river flows straight and smooth Revealing its little secrets, step by step Where the timid coot seeks shelter And the predatory grey heron lies in wait for its prey Human nature finds its reflection here And I am a quiet, passive observer of things That not everyone is able to perceive Especially when they are so deeply consumed by themselves
By Sun Bee6 days ago in Poets
Missin'
Why must all passions vanish the moment an object or person significant to us departs? Why must we all seek a new source to reignite our fervour and ascend to greater heights? We search for the right person to speak the right words, to grant us the courage to pursue our goals – that spark which allows us to live a little better, a little differently, finally offering us the chance to fight for our dreams with our full strength. No one understands this, and that comes as no surprise. I shall not beg; such is simply human nature. I shouldn’t have spoken so much about all of this. Now I must fight even harder, confronting, day after day, a cold that breaks my spirit – a cold both within and without; it tears at my insides; it weakens my veins. This is no joke, yet I must ignore it, for the sake of a greater good, I simply must endure. I listen to other, wonderful stories, wrapped in warmth. I asked for this myself, so I cannot complain. I longed for culture, for humanity, for style. There is no one by my side, and so my ruin is complete. Salvation arrives too late for those who wait – too late, by the measure of human time.
By Sun Bee6 days ago in Poets
I Am Me, Sheeba the Corgi
I Am Me, Sheeba the Corgi 🐾 You think I am small, a lightweight, But you’ve got that judgement wrong. I have four short legs, but I move fast, A corgi at her best, running wild.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
WITCHES FOR CHRIST
Lilith was a Baddie💋 🖕MEN WHO THINK WITH THEIR RIB INSTEAD OF THEIR HEART💔 ✅REFINANCE YOUR KARMA THROUGH CHRIST You deserve a plan that ensures you and your descendants won't spend lifetimes digging out of karmic debt. With our flexible offerings, everyone from all walks of life can find a path right for them. No hard judgment checks. Come as you are, leave as you were.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher6 days ago in Poets
Weight of Expectations
Why do we try to live up to what other people expect from us? Are we simply seeking validation? Is it because we are happier if we make other people happier?
By Donny Foley7 days ago in Poets
Scary Halloween Night
Scary Halloween Night The moon hangs thin and cold, Beneath the trees the shadows creep, What walks where daylight cannot reach,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
Halloween Night
Halloween Night The moon hangs pale above the wood, Where shadows creep and dark has stood. What rustles there behind the tree, When night falls silently and free.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
November 3rd - Guy Fawkes Night In The USA
Introduction A Free form poem for the upcoming midterms November 3rd - Guy Fawkes Night In The USA 🗽 ✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️ 🗽 Remember, Remeber The Third Of November Make Sure You Get Out And Vote The Orange Bully Your Country He's Sullied It's Time He Got His Coat Behind Jail Bars Is His Place Wipe The Grin From His Orange Face The USA Is Full Of Good Him And His Cronies Spilled Innocent Blood Now Is The Time to Bring Him Down Throw Him In The Gulf Of Mexico Let Him Drown 🗽 ✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️ 🗽
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 days ago in Poets