social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
For them too.
Lord, help me understand. I've lost my sight and now I'm blind. I know it's my need to be right. My need to be perfect.
Mia Janaé CarmicklePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe simplest answer
"I want the invisible clay." "Can I have a monster yesterday?" Don't worry, don't tense, It's just commonsense: The simples answer's, "OK."
Jenny PlossPublished about a year ago in PoetsSignificant Warning
Domestic chains burned away The spirit of the wild, Turning dreams to ash Sprinkled upon the floor Mixed with the dust of the day,
Katrina ThornleyPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Drug Dealer
Yesterday the doctor warned me about my weight, he looked heavier than I did Then my loan officer asked for a lift, his car had been repossessed mid
loss in Despair
In the depths of despair and endless sorrow, I wander through a world that's bleak and hollow. All around me, I see the ruins of dreams,
Manikanda RamanPublished about a year ago in Poets#GOALS
There was a young lady called Felicia Who posted her beauty on social media She'd parade her long hair Though only the front, would she dare
Rory McKenziePublished about a year ago in PoetsMadmen
There once was a man named Anger the Giant. Known for being the most venomous client. Don't get in his way, or you will have to pay,
Lamar WigginsPublished about a year ago in PoetsDirty Dancing
There once was a well-known stripper She'd gravitate towards a big tipper She did tricks on the pole She played her role
ImperfectlyPerfectPublished about a year ago in PoetsWhat a dump
It's a good thing Elephants can't fly. Imagine the biggest animals high in the sky, and taking boulder size dumps, that comes straight out of their giant rumps,
Kylecovey SmithPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Heat Is On
There once was a planet quite blue, Where temperatures started to skew, The ice caps did melt, And the weather was felt,
Elysia DawnPublished about a year ago in PoetsHead Honchcow
A big bossy cow was ready for its meal, and he signaled the others to know it was real! When it mooed like a horn, the other cows were ready to eat corn,
Kylecovey SmithPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Few Things We Can't Measure
There are a few things we don't know how to measure Or we can't agree on it never Detergent when washing our clothes mates