social commentary

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

Finnigan Cole13 hours ago
Poetry
People want life to be rainbows and butterflies They want unicorns and glitter but that is not always the case there are dark things in life but I can't tell you about them I can't talk about certain ...
Blare Ace Ranenham15 hours ago
The Best Words
You know, it really doesn’t matter what the media write as long as you have a young, and beautiful, piece of— As everyone knows, but the haters and losers refuse to acknowledge, my hair may not be per...
Izzy Lee2 days ago
Isn't It Funny?
Isn’t it funny? The flaws in anatomy; We carry our egos, A burden to society. We can’t examine, The causes of our jealousies. A rejection of zen. The basis for propriety. A seasoned traveler, has yet ...
Reid Moore2 days ago
Haiku Headlines Number One
An aggregation of current headlines commented on in Haiku style: Stray cat scares customer into jumping up on counter It's not just the web Cute cats rule the universe Even in real life ‘Overwhelmed’ ...
Map
my last love was a map his skin wide open while his smile dug into me I think I punctured my skin for him I think I folded him into whole I think I was the name of every city in there until he pronoun...
The Night
I often find myself staring at the stars. Searching for that peace of mind. It hides among the flickering fire. Burning bright for a moment in time. How small we truly are? Just a speck of dust in his...
Caught Between Beliefs
Shifting bodies Swaying back and forth Eyes closed tight Blocking the outside Seeing inside Seeking inside Knowledge. Clutching a Cross Chamsa David’s star All locked in a tight rhythm In a trance Str...
M A E4 days ago
Euphoria
Revolving around likes and emojis, each moment being captured by a post and a caption. The most difficult decisions are, “Oh what filter should I use?” and, “Should I post this or not?” Each comment s...
A. R. Ambrosi4 days ago
Pop Filter
I must be too blunt I need to be filtered And softened To be made suitable For civilised company And everyone else's liking My voice is too loud My colours, too bold My persona, too fierce I'm told to...
Nancy D4 days ago
Tis Life
Often in life, I find myself wondering why things are the way they are. People seem to be so selfish, vindictive and malicious. In order to get this out of my mind, I wrote a small poem. I hope you en...
A. R. Ambrosi4 days ago
Tangerine
This was the world She was born to This dream Unrealistic Unattainable Perfect ringlet curls Rosy cheeks And Sparkling blue eyes Big and round And hopeful But It all faded With the passing of time She...
Jack Wippell4 days ago
Freedom
Heart and Home, House and hell, That cries cruel solitude with one callous bell And resounds through the walls crumbling and torn, Save the echo which is pure; Life’s echo, your echo, Resonance of a p...
Montse Miranda5 days ago
They Forgot...
A few years ago, that’s when it all started They would say they were worried that you were starving And sometimes you’d cry... Wait a second... Why are you lying? I hear in my head. There were endless...
Dyl Elner5 days ago
Doorway Bums
The city is a different place After hours. Free from the prying eyes of Tourists and office workers, The natives of the streets take over. The bums sleep rough Out of sight under the viaduct And in th...
Emily Ericson6 days ago
Selfish Gods
Can you see the consequences of your actions? Do you not see the evil that invades our lives? Is your hypocrisy not bad enough to fix? Down with the pursuit of our selfish needs and wants. But it seem...
Aaron Jones7 days ago
The Modern Purges
Zero tolerance for sexism, Zero tolerance for hate, Zero tolerance for racism, Zero tolerance for homophobes, for transphobes, for religiophobes and those who kill in religion’s name, Zero tolerance f...
Hand With a Missing Finger
How can we help? A hand for a hand. Can I hold your wallet in my pocket? Only for a moment. Really, how can we help? Coughing up the deluge, tie the rope up here. Something free for the moment, we're ...
Part of the Architecture
The sound of an organ woken from slumber trickles out into the cold October night. “Come on in, hear my tales,” it whispers, as the streetlights catch on the Poor men’s Bible, and the pitter patter of...