social commentary

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

Red Smoke
They want the glow but they hate how it flicker Red smoke in the photos, make the fake ones sicker I don’t do peace when the piece make it quicker
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Big Distraction
Mirror on the wall, asking who I am Reflection getting blurry from the Instagram Filter on the face, filter on the truth Chasin' validation, losing all my youth
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Tunnel of Hate
Step in the tunnel, walls got teeth, they grin when they see me Every step a trigger, every light a lie that won't free me
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Not So Painless
Yeah, I been grinding with a limp in my step Still stepping on the necks of the ones that slept They was laughing when the lights was low
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Tunnel of Hate
They throw stones from the cracks, I throw 'em right back Every insult a brick, now the wall got my back I been called every name, I been dragged through the mud
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Not So Painless
Woke up with the weight of the world on my chest Tried to smile but the mirror confessed I been running from the silence, it holler the loudest
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Not So Painless
Look, I been fighting with the man in the mirror He don’t flinch when the trigger get nearer I was 10 with a dream, now the dream feel fake
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Tunnel of Hate
Last stretch of the tunnel, I see what they fear I see every hater that swore I'd disappear They all in the walls now, they all in the cracks
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Home Is Where My Internet Is
Home Is Where My Internet Is They say home is where your heart can be, Where love surrounds you and you feel free, But I have a confession, and here is my clue… My Wi-Fi connection matters too! 😂
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Dear Rain, Please Hurry Up
Dear Rain, Please Hurry Up The garden is thirsty, the flowers look tired, The grass has gone pale and the sunshine’s inspired, The sky wears a smile but we’re begging for grey, “Dear rain clouds, please visit us sometime today.”
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Brutalist
Introduction I originate from Preston, and the bus station was built when I started secondary school at Preston Catholic College, so it has been there all my independent life, and I still think it is one of the greatest examples of Brutalist architecture ever.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Freeze Me In Ice
Freeze me in ice, And don't let me out, At least not today, In this daft heatwave, I swear I've been cooked, In the Microwave's nook,
By Carol Ann Townend3 months ago in Poets