social commentary

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

Stone Breaker
I chiseled away at my marble, chipping off the faults they proclaimed, carving the weird, the unworthy, leaving veins of 'truth'
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Life of An Ever-Thinking Student.
Eyes down, No time to look away, That might lead my brain astray! Does this sound right? What does that mean? My brain alights,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Notes from the City
Note: Again, I wrote this on my phone. I'm trying not to over-edit things. I hope you like it. *** Nothing, As far as the eye can see - the vapid
By Annie Kapurabout a year ago in Poets
Strange Brew
I won't be stirred up into hate. I see what you are doing With your potion. You take a pinch of this and a handful of that,
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
How Fragile We Are
If blood will flow When flesh and steel are one Drying in the color of the evening sun Tomorrows rain Will wash the stains away
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Ashes in the Rain
I. The City Sleeps with One Eye Open The city hunches like a drunk in the alley, coughing neon into puddles, its breath thick with secrets and gin.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Poets
Wonderland: What of the Future?
Wonderland is meant to be happy, Like Graceland on steroids. A mad hatter’s tea party, A half-mad bar, Wonderland is meant to be happy.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
The Analysis of a Hopeless
You matured and began seeking employment You took a good hard look at everyone and realized that theyhad all sold you out for financial gain
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Death By Sharing Too Much identity out there on the WWW
Death By Sharing Too Much identity She wrote like silence breaking glass sharp and spare, nothing dressed words that cut and didn’t bleed
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
no one you know is a good person
are you friend or foe? the truth is you and all are both loyal and liar good and evil an enigma and an impossibility
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
This Is Not For Metrics
We shared a poem today. Emotionally raw and quite devastating. I watched my wife cry as they wrote. I held them when they pressed, 'submit'. Yes submit. Place your vulnerabilities out into the world—for understanding, for solidarity, for survival. For peace.
By River and Celia in Underlandabout a year ago in Poets
A Short Perspective
I am a small fly on the wall who can not see Because everyone around wants to squash me We're partners in this no matter what it is
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets