social commentary

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

Subjugation
Always dying, how rituals and Blood pacts - the heinous sort of Covenants - did when their God came and cast them Down until there was nothing but faded memories of gods and myths.
By caitodoesstuffabout a year ago in Poets
Is This a Lollipop World?. Content Warning.
I WROTE THIS! I CREATED THIS! I REALIZE YOU GUYS ARE GOING, "Oh, there she goes again same ole tune, same ole to take up my time. I HAVE A MESSAGE TO SPREAD. I AM OKAY AFTER EXPRESSING THE TRUTH AND RELEASING THE DREAMS OUT OF MY BRAIN. It is 3am and I am still writing and creating! I WROTE THIS! I ALSO WORKED ON THE MUSIC! IT IS 3AM.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Beyond the Surface: Embracing the Unseen
Introduction In a world where appearances often dictate perceptions, the depth of human emotion and experience frequently remains concealed. The poem "You See But I Feel" poignantly captures this dichotomy, shedding light on the internal battles that many face silently. Inspired by its profound message, this article delves into the unseen struggles that shape our lives, emphasizing the importance of empathy and understanding.
By Vincent Otiriabout a year ago in Poets
Loving Parents
Loving Parents I listened to my parents arguing, She shouted, Go, I want you to get out. He never said a word, He left without a jacket
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
POWER OF A WOMAN
A great man once said: When you gave a sperm to a woman, she will give you a baby, When you gave a woman a house, she will give you a home,
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Poets
Full of Vitality. Content Warning.
I wrote this, created out of my dreams from my DNA of my brain. Full of vitality, Peppy is an informal adjective that means full of vitality, bouncy, or energetic.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
backstairs, yesterday.
I'd rather sit far away Smile 'til my legs gave way And crumple, crumple, crumple Into the arms of my concreted shadow Than
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
It Wasn’t Time That Healed My Heart
They told me time would help. That I’d forget them. That one day, I’d wake up and it wouldn’t ache anymore. But here’s the truth —
By Eric Q Fengabout a year ago in Poets
Undressed. Content Warning.
Undressed and taped, with a hole pierced on the duct tape, breathing the foul smell, life and death in question, my mind, unraveling the daring,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
The Ozone’s Full Of Shite (funny)
1. The Ozone’s Full Of Shite The ozone’s full of cow pat fumes, not one of Earth’s more prized perfumes, it lingers low, it floats up high,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
FACELESS II
Without saying anything‐ What's worse? A smile, that spouts lies? OR... A pair of truly, colorless eyes? What shall I say?...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
restless offering
the world, eager, mouth agape, gnaws at my membranes what i once called energy now seeps out quietly, siphoning the parts of me
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets