social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Crystal Refreshment
Mirrored blue water Thirst quenching and body drenching Crystal refreshment * Thank you for reading this...my 6th...entry into the Quadru-Haiku Challenge.
Paul StewartPublished about a year ago in PoetsSurviving, Not Living
The poem is about the struggles of being broke and the impact it has on one's life. It describes the feeling of broken dreams, shattered hopes and a never-ending cycle of strain. The poem speaks of the difficulties of living with empty pockets and empty stomachs, and how society looks down on the poor and their struggles are ignored. The poem also emphasizes the importance of rising above the brokenness and breaking free from this difficult situation. The poem serves as a reminder to help those who are struggling and chase away their broken dreams. The poem uses imagery and metaphors to convey the emotions and feelings associated with poverty.
Zohaib SunesaraPublished about a year ago in PoetsAce of Base
I am the mirror that reflects nothing, A blank canvas in a world of color. I see the love and the passion, But it's a foreign thing, I do not nurture.
Kelly GracePublished about a year ago in PoetsWho?
who told you that about me who said i was the one to avoid who said that i was off my meds who told you i was paranoid?
Mirror, mirror
Oh mirror, mirror on the wall, why must you show me my true form at all? For every glance I take at thee, I see a reflection that is not me. My mind, it twists and it contorts, the image before me, it distorts.
Marilynn JamesonPublished about a year ago in PoetsLa Perla
Ragged clothes and empty pockets, A childhood spent in poverty. Dreams of riches, out of reach, But still, we grew strong and free.
Alejandro SuarezPublished about a year ago in PoetsWoman
Woman Girl Young, thin, firm, startling beauty Naïve, immature, trusting, loving, happy Smart…in school Young Woman
Susan WilkinsPublished about a year ago in Poetskeep your mirrors
pity is not a cornerstone of any relationship for me; i'm not sorry anyway. keep your unwanted 'mirrors' until you learn how to look in them yourself.
⸘jason alan‽Published about a year ago in PoetsBalham
You're getting paid to be here and I paid to be here that's the difference I thought to myself as I imagined the change to fall from my pocket as I gathered tobacco, papers and filters from the inside of my jacket. I need to stop smoking I said to my partner as I sat down again at the table that we have our laptops laid out on. I'd just had a roll-up outiside the cafe. Half of one anyway. I'd bounced it off the curb and into a drain. I stood there and watched people pass by. It was busy for some reason. We'd spent the whole day here. Well in this cafe and the one across the street. Clara's got deadlines coming up and I'd been writing for my own leisure. I watched people pass as I stood by the lampost. I thought about the area. 20 years ago it was a shithole though twenty years ago I was in SOuth-East London unaware that this place ecver existed, I don't think that I even knew about it seven or six years ago for that matter. A boy watched me from the other side of the road. Trains passed the hotel to my right that I have fond memories of being inside andj the there was a taxi halfway over the corssing of the road waiting to turn around. People walked past. I didn't wonder who actually lived here. I belived them all to. Bussiness women and the people that weren't wveryone walking past. It's 7:14 now. I guess people are heading home. I don't live here. I've stayed here for the past month now but I don't live here. I'm just staying with my partner and her family.
John GilroyPublished about a year ago in PoetsI Have a Dream
I have dream that everyday won’t be filled with tears and not one human heart has to live with fear. I have a dream that we see difference as a beauty of people and we treat each other equal.
Joe PattersonPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Great Adventure(3)
Once upon a book, two brothers bringing together whats has been left behind, two brothers in compendium all sorts of faery dust and tales,
In this world
In this world of black and white In this world of left and right In this world of up and down In this world of smile and frown
Vadim KaganPublished about a year ago in Poets