social commentary

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

The blood that drips
The blood that drips The tower watched the battle end, beneath a cloudless sky, while wounded flags blew in the wind, and tired soldiers passed it by.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Some Honest Thoughts on Instapoetry
Note: I found an old comment of mine under a video on the rise of Instapoetry. This is my comment on a critique. KD All best-sellers?
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets
Apocalypse Now
Is this the New Age? No common sense to be found-- Apocalypse now Author's note: This is my eleventh day in the fifty-day song/lyric-based senryū challenge. Today's poem is inspired by "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons, which you can listen to below.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Poets
The old lockbox
The old lockbox There’s times I wake up feeling lonely, dreaming someone might be my only. But life moves on and no one knocks, hope stays hidden in an old lockbox.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Paradise Landfill
Where dreams forgotten Dead wings discarded like trash Live, die in L.A. * Thanks for reading! This is inspired by Alyson Smith's challenge of writing a haiku a day for 50 days, inspired by songs and lyrics that are special to her.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Melissa, I Can Still Hear You
Dearest Melissa, I want you to know I can still hear you. The pain in your voice from when the flames came near you. Every time I play that tape back it makes me wanna cry.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Poets
Scammers Haiku
Scammers Haiku Scammers everywhere Send them to hell. please help us Disrespectful knobs
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Ace in the Hole. Top Story - September 2026.
So, I am a lack, a space without meaning, where SEX, this imperative part of our species, forgot to manifest. So, I am broken, the magazines and toy ads say, SEX, is always fun Sex, is always wanted. You are supposed to love this. What's wrong with you?
By Kera Hollow2 months ago in Poets
Scammers still on vocal beware
I am bloody sick of being contacted by scammers… watch out for this one I have reported it to vocal.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
This Isn’t AI, It’s a Pulse
This Isn’t AI, It’s a Pulse The Clique That Mistook Life for AI Disclaimer: These stories come from my own hands, my own notes, and my own lived years. I write them, shape them, and polish them myself the same way I edit my videos and create my music. This is my voice, my blues, my work.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Grace
The sun is risen with red and orange bleeding high above the vast horizon. Now it is morning, you are forgiven; the sun is risen. - There will be justice when hands relinquish their need for vengeance. Blood red and orange trace where white light crept across His canvas: it belongs to Him. - The moon has risen; the eyes have opened where heaven begins. Not one tear you shed has gone unnoticed; the stars do not rest when the night here ends. - The edge of the depths erase footprints left of any sin tread into sifting sand, and darkness flees west from the promise kept where the sun is met. - It has been witnessed. The sun is risen with red and orange bleeding high above the vast horizon. You are forgiven; the sun is risen. - - -
By Sara Wynn2 months ago in Poets
I Don’t Write for Cold People
“I Don’t Write for Cold People” (my voice, my frequency, my California fire) SELFIE I TOOK THIS EDITED IN ADOBE PHOTOSHOP EXPRESS
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets