social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Hope for the New Year
I hope when the new year finds you it’s worth while. A bright season that arrives and is worth a million smiles. I hope the new year brings you comfort that last and any pain from this year is just a thing of the past.
Joe PattersonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSparks
The seconds snuck by without notice, now Tonight, millions of voices sound as one Announcing their arrival. Shouts and horns
D.K. ShepardPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMemory Care
Dispatcher: 9-1-1, what is the location of your emergency? Caller: Eleanor, is that you? Dispatcher: No sir, this is 9-1-1, do you have an emergency?
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAdamah
I killed. I slaughtered. I turned on the gas tap. I ordered the carpet bombing. I packed explosives into the suitcase abandoned
Peasant Life
If only there were no dimes, I would kick back and watch the sun move across the sky. If only I had the time.
Calista Marchand-NazzaroPublished 4 months ago in PoetsConvention's Conundrum
The bars were such a brilliant gold, that they actually gleamed Beautifully ornate. Supposedly built to keep her safe. But as the adage goes, nothing was as it seemed
And I wonder if we will ever be free
Break away from this condemning, modern fate Rip away the shackles that bind and smother your inner fire Hurry now, for time is short, and it’s almost too late
Colton BabladelisPublished 4 months ago in Poetsi hate flowers
the dominoes stood ready, anticipating a single moment to begin so they may fall one by one at each other's side. i dare to ask a question,
⸘jason alan‽Published 4 months ago in PoetsDo Not Give Up In Defeat
Without looking backwards, when moving forwards, without learning from our history, our mistakes we are doomed to repeat Arrogance, fool, yes arrogance be thy name
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsOverheard
Conversations with those around us e b b and flow These words shape our every-days. ~ Overheard in the breakroom: 'Is that a turkey salad sandwich?'
Judey KalchikPublished 4 months ago in PoetsRot 4 Relish
While I rot for relish singing soporific ballads, A tune rings a mile of salient sorrow, I’m gone> to embark on the path of rapscallions.
Kece SunrosePublished 4 months ago in PoetsMirror, Mirror
Has ever one single looking glass ever stared right at you, looking back? Watching as all of your faces passed, changing; crying; aging; trying?