social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
it's not you, it's me.
i can't sing my songs for deaf hearts. i won't let my voice be taken away. i have to speak up to be listened to. i have to be wary of friends like you.
⸘jason alan‽Published about a year ago in PoetsDear Netflix
Dear Netflix, How dare you You took our money And left us with no clue All we wanted was to watch the show At the time that you provided
Nailah RobinsonPublished about a year ago in PoetsDeceased Equine Thrashing
i keep hearing songs that i don’t want to hear i keep hearing shit that hurts my brain i keep hearing songs that make me fuckin sick
The Great Debate
To…well…quite a few of you, Everyone is different, And no two think the same. We all deserve an opinion Without getting tons of blame.
Elizabeth PetitPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Fellow Vocal Writers
A Poem Using the Title of Every Challenge I’ve Entered Thus Far Dear Fellow Vocal Writers, Life is a challenge to be sure
Atomic HistorianPublished about a year ago in PoetsSTOP DOG MEAT TRADE
My fur is thick and brown, My eyes are bright and round, But in some places I'm not safe, My fate is not profound.
Miguel RamirezPublished about a year ago in PoetsWhat Would Could
What if I want to run? What if I've had enough? What if I don't want to be myself anymore? What if I've had enough? What if I stopped answering emails?
A Lady with a PenPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Suicide
Dear Suicide, I’m writing you a letter. Committing you and hurting myself won’t make me feel better. Dear Suicide, Get it through your head that I’m done seeing red because I’m not better off dead.
Joe PattersonPublished about a year ago in PoetsStudent X
Hail to thee, Oh broken soul Slumped between the first and second floor. Your lips all bloody. Your ribs all ruddy.
Stephanie J. BradberryPublished about a year ago in PoetsLetter to Mother Nature
Dear Mother Nature, Ice but with heat, Sun but with cold... We cannot follow what we've been sold. * Weather-patterned
Kendall DefoePublished about a year ago in PoetsWhat Are We?
Dear Earth Dwellers, I know you're out there listening and sometimes you get this feeling... How can I describe this feeling
Dear Anxious Attachment
Dear anxious attachment, I no longer want you inside of me and giving me severe anxiety. Dear anxious attachment, I’m breaking up with you because you leave me paranoid walking into a void.
Joe PattersonPublished about a year ago in Poets