social commentary

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

Observations on a Train
Note: I wrote this on my phone whilst on the train; everything I mention here is actually true. *** The picture of a train through
By Annie Kapurabout a year ago in Poets
Wonderland
I woke one frost fogged morning to a staircase coiling sideways through a lemon drop sky, the handrail made of back-crossed whispers,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
tough cookies. Content Warning.
TW: This story contains themes of mental health and self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. ... ... I've got that tough love,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
The Beacon
The shining city on the hill, The beacon to all, Has turned out the light. Where once there was hope, And a true belief,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
All Just Nonsense
All Just NonsenseIt’s all just noise and chatter,Fake words that never matter.Stay away, don’t play his game,Don’t you dare say "he’s flame."He’s lying through his teeth,His show hides what's beneath.One flash, then he’s gone blind,No real soul you'll find.No one got his back,He talks but can't act.His words are melting ice –It’s all just fake advice. It’s all just nonsense,He sinks your confidence.Don’t trust his sweet disguise,It’s all just… LIES.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Tea Party
I set the table before dawn; the woodgrain clothed in white linen, adorned with embroidered daisies stitched in hope, fraying around the edges,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Stop the World, I Want to Get Off
It’s a strange, strange world that we live in, Aunty Jack, We live our lives at a hectic pace, And not one day will we get back.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
A Spark in the Dark: How One Moment Changed My Life
The rain was relentless that night, hammering the roof of my beat-up sedan as I sat parked on the side of a nowhere road. My phone was dead, my savings were gone, and the rejection letter from yet another job sat crumpled in the passenger seat. At 29, I felt like life had already written me off. I was a college dropout, a dreamer who’d chased too many “what-ifs” and landed nowhere. The world felt heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest, and I wondered if this was what giving up felt like.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
My First Threesome
I am Amara and I am now thirty, but this happened when I was 27. At the time, I felt like my sex life with my boyfriend Jason had fallen into a routine. That all changed one evening when he came home with a spark in his eyes and an idea that nearly made me choke on my wine.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
After Six Years His Wife’s Darkest Secret Exposed
At a gathering in California, I met a man who shared a story that completely stunned me. With a few drinks giving him the courage to speak then he opened up about the unbelievable circumstances surrounding his marriage.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
Speak Up
Virtuous intentions oblige cowardly actions when assimilating to civility languishing in a silent scream. ---
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Dating Her While She’s Still Screwing Him: A Survival Guide
That’s the question. It came from a 35-year-old guy who sounds like he’s been through enough ghostings, curveballs, and post-date gut rearrangements to start a memoir. Here’s his rant, distilled and caffeinated:
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets