social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Dear Leonard, Thanks for the trouble you took
Dear Leonard, It’s three in the arvo, the end of September I’m writing you now just to tell you I thank you Australia is burning, but that’s climate change
Catherine MoffatPublished about a year ago in Poetsboomerang I
he kept coming back like a huge blue-black storm-cloud intermittently in the sun he kept asking the same thing when, when, when?
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsWho Wants Coffee?
What are you getting something in the meantime? What are you going before a part-time? Or Was it full-time? What’s something special in the dawn time?
Meghan LeVaughnPublished about a year ago in PoetsConcession Card
everything will be better when i fuckin get a concession card concession card, concession card! everything will be dandy
Rising from the Ashes
O' my people cry no more, For 'Time' will take revenge of every drop of your blood, Don't be sad and don't lose hope,
Touseef AhmedPublished about a year ago in PoetsWild...
i'm not in the wild the wild; it’s in me and the parts that aren't won’t let me be free the parts that were tamed
But Why 3am?
i can't remember the last time i went to bed and slept straight through actually went to sleep and slept all night
Shelf Deprication
apart from a couple of minor mental malfunctions an antagonised chemical imbalance or two it's hard to say when strapped to the Zen
Undenied
Dear Lover, the one whom they said I could never have. Remember the passion that we made, that night under summer shade? Our fate we had tried to flee. And as we lay with bodies bare, our desire burned without a care, of what the world would say. But behind our backs was a murmuring sound, a gossip that tore throughout the town. They would never let us be. So what is it now, what reason have they found, to keep us apart?
Rae Fairchild (MRB)Published about a year ago in PoetsYou Lost Me
Dear 21st Century Poems (or what constitutes one these days), Listen up, modern poetry. We need to have “the talk.” I don’t mind obscurity. I can think outside the box, and the shipping container in which it is housed. And I will admit that I do enjoy, once in a while that is, to gingerly walk out on a thin tree limb. Sometimes, I even step right up to the edge of insanity.
Rae Fairchild (MRB)Published about a year ago in PoetsDear Starry-Eyed Disney Princess
Dear Starry-Eyed Child Version of Me, I know what Disney movies tell us. That one day, we'll figure out what we want, and after we do,
Alfie JanePublished about a year ago in PoetsA Letter To My Codependent Self
Denise, Take baby steps. Live in the present moment. Ask God. Work the steps. He is an adult. Mind your own business!
Denise E LindquistPublished about a year ago in Poets