social commentary

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

The Kiss. Top Story - June 2026.
When Whitman kissed Wilde on the lips, did the farseeing Tree of Knowledge shed a leaf or sprout a new one? Did a noiseless, patient spider catch its prey,
By Paul Aaron Domenick5 months ago in Poets
A Beautiful Body Of Work
Introduction The body positeve photography of Jade Beall is always beautiful and inspiring. I asked her if you would contenance a villanelle from me and she said yes. There is a link to her Facebook page at the end of this story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
gut
I will trust my one percent hesitation Out of the ninety-nine reasons to follow That were pre-recorded and thrust down my throat.
By Ruby Red5 months ago in Poets
A Stranger To Myself
A Stranger To Myself I looked back at old days and barely knew that face. Not because time changed me just life had done its work.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
what for he fought. Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
long after the war is over a single lonely soldier rides home his only companions are the chill and silence while he considers many things
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
Physical vs. Mental Time: Time Lost in Space and Time
Existing in two realms, mental and physical, they coexist. The first, a sprawling expanse of hours, days, months, years, decades;
By Sun Bee5 months ago in Poets
The Last Wish
The Last Wish There is a place beyond all sleep Where people go their truths to keep No roads lead there, no lantern glows
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
What Stayed Behind
What Stayed Behind I thought I left it there in years already gone. Yet certain thoughts return when least expected. You hear one passing phrase
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Alight
Far away, Moon shimmers on water Only soft candles flicker Heaven in alight. Slowly, sun illuminates Nature's beauty. *
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
Why I dropped out of my accounting degree
Accounting classes tried to teach me that future value could and often did exceed present value when discussing finances,
By Lolly Vieira5 months ago in Poets
Do you Suffer for your Art?
Living well’s an art form That’s the masterpiece I chase Not a statue in a garden Or a picture in a place When the gallery is empty
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Poets
You’re not going
My mirror asked again the same question Are you going to carry it again? The broken years. The names that still taste like rust.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets