social commentary

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

Final Notice
To the Audience: Due to particular circumstances, the Writer has decided to go in a different direction. As much as your recent work has been appreciated, and your comments noted for their insight and wit, the Writer has decided that he can no longer move forward with you as a partner in this enterprise.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Writers Need Earning, Not Antidepressants
It's easy to be depressed, Who wouldn't be? Writing is a noble act, and you get pittance. On Medium, you pay $15, and get a ridiculous $30.
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
almost heaven...
to reconcile; to understand i come from backcountry roads and woods. outside city limits. i come from farmland and factories.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
A Butterfly In The Garden
What shall they become In the garden of the future Some are soaked in gin and rum, and Others are chasing lives of a different nature
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Poets
As I am Learning Spanish
I knew nothing of Spanish, but then I ledt native India, and came to California, landing at Los Angeles. My first city — Costa Mesa.
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
What's Killing the Marine Creatures?. Top Story - May 2025.
I was visiting lovely beach of Southern California. It was spring, and wildflowers bloomed but there was a stench in the air.
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Even a Horse Needs Respect
Not far from our house there is a ranch. There are working horses who are ambassadors of the agricultural past of that region.
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Winning the World Leaders Award
Impart Impart wisdom not judgement Impart knowledge not biases Impart hope and strengthen faith Bring the world together by your hopes
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Poets
What Time Can't Take.
When we are kids, it seems time lasts forever, and we are free to run outside with our siblings, cousins, and friends. The sun watches over us as it starts to sink
By April Kirby.2 years ago in Poets
Pro-life that isn't alive
Government takes the responsibility for your pregnancy, Roused in the court. The young teenage girl, cried beside her mother
By Mansi2 years ago in Poets
𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜
They gather like storms behind my teeth, Heavy and heaving, without release. Each syllable held, sharp and raw, Scratches the walls of a clenched maw.
By Lou Holz2 years ago in Poets
Cell
My cell is my prison I'm a prisoner of time Waiting for you Day by day Hour by hour Minute by minute Second by second
By Slgtlyscatt3red2 years ago in Poets