social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
THE SHOP THAT SOLD TOMORROWS
THE SHOP THAT SOLD TOMORROWS I found a little shop one night, with no name upon the door, Its dusty shelves held tomorrows, hundreds, maybe more. Some futures shimmered bright as gold, some faded into grey, Some vanished when I reached for them, then quietly slipped away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
the beat consumes me. Runner-Up in Say It Again Challenge. Top Story - July 2026.
i’m dancing; the beat consumes me my eyes are shut, swaying to a tune under the morning sun butterflies swing by to check me out and there you are hopping around like a sad baby bird, mouth open, i read rejection from the caricature of you, yet you will never acknowledge it your projected self-image clearly says that you are a stand-out, good enough to be on Dancing With The Stars. dream on, buddy, your hips won’t sway, or rock to a beat - you are not sexy; instead, you’re very creepy. i'm dancing; the beat consumes me. my head bobs as my knees rise, and others join me; hopping in, holding skirts high we all move in a circle, hips swaying, arms flailing i’m dancing; the beat consumes me crushing grapes, as you leer at my legs, sitting smugly in a manspread, wearing your clod hopper boots, while - i’m dancing barefoot, so you can drink the juice of the sweet berries, in the vat, yet remember where you sat and how it came to be i'm dancing, the beat consumes me i danced in the crush of the vineyard crop under your leering eyes and went home with purple feet.
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
tiny shards
He put me on a pedestal And I pompously perched upon it, High and vacuous until He skipped away. I was defeated The pedestal fell What a shock I endured, and I shattered, tiny shards scattering Where did he go? What am I not - to him? What did I do to make him turn his back, not caring to look as I shattered, tiny shards scattering The world twirled day after day Earth rotated purposefully in its orbit The moon waxed and waned until My existence eventually brightened And there were Sunbeams striking hanging crystals, Shining rainbows onto me, and when I shattered, tiny shards scattering, They were multi-colored, scintillating, Revealing my new love standing silently in front of me
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
