social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
When You Weren’t Sober
I loved you more When you weren’t sober. // You seemed more magical After you would pop a pill // And you’d say I’d feel the power
Adulting
This thing called adulthood is like a rollercoaster while you sky dive, It's juggling having a social life and handling my own version of a 9-5,
Grace BlessingPublished about a year ago in PoetsRandom Life Observations
One thing I have found, Your syllable count can change If you’re from the South. ______________________________ Vast views of the sea,
Kimberly SeagoPublished about a year ago in PoetsEven Numbers Always
Rocking back and forth on my chair Tap tap tap tapping on my thighs Even numbers always Usually groups of two or ten
Paul StewartPublished about a year ago in PoetsJourney of Man
Webbed feet clamber up From a muddy, savage shore-- Into a new world. Dirty hands dig holes Planting seeds for tomorrow--
Chris HellerPublished about a year ago in PoetsBodies Woven Together
Bodies woven together Bound tightly forever Where one ends The other begins Interconnecting * Writhing and slithering
Paul StewartPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Earth is a Frying Pan
The elements speak louder to the destitute with their thin barriers. Air is a carrier, howls through cracks in the window—
Our Creatures
Midnight’s calm Settled over the field Drawing forth The quiet of the forest, Welcoming the visitors of the night,
Katrina ThornleyPublished about a year ago in Poetsdo it anyway
i think that everyone who wants to be someone great, who changes the world for the better, feels like they are not good enough
lindsey beatricePublished about a year ago in PoetsContours
What is the shape of a fulfilling life? Is it an hourglass with the time dripping as I grab a kitchen knife and chef up a majestic dinner for me and a devoted wife?
Cigar store Mount Everest
lobotomized, highest peak Drowns out cigar store, Dream flame, wind fall sleep
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago in PoetsI Acquiesced
Your brittle sermon Shook the firm ground I stood on And I acquiesced
Yvonne GlanvillePublished about a year ago in Poets