social commentary

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

Mattnau
Her small mountain stood gracefully Two villages away from her With stars that stare at you in the night She breaks dusty brown through The winds that love feeling her flaws Her green oasis stretched ...
Tanya Rodriguez2 days ago
Money Madness
I find it crumbled in my pockets Ringing in my wallet Flips and rolls to the ground Tattooed to our brains Shakes the nerves of our fingertips Waiting for the impending monthly arrival It whistles evi...
Make Details Matter
A detail is everything that isn’t directly communicated. If someone says it, it becomes a thing like any other. Details are hidden things. Details are sounds people do unintentionally. Unseen smiles o...
To Prosper3 days ago
A Poetry of Space
Balance, so often we lose, Way too many for amuse. Searched for the balance in space, Searched for the palace in you. Wondering for heavens sake “Will I have ever have time,” That’s covering two time ...
Mardoll Gatsby4 days ago
Oranges
They find the sweetest parts of us, The exotic nectar and suck it out; They want to run with society's rejects, play with the rejects; But toss us to the side when they get a taste And bleed us dry. I...
SKYLERIZED 5 days ago
The United States' Perfection
Presidents’ Day is meant for reflection. There’s time to contemplate on the men who Have lead the United States’ perfection. But great Presidents, there have been too few. Commanders-in-chief like Was...
Tash Hawkins6 days ago
Duality
First half vibrant A swelling sea of support Great enough, strong enough You're doing it right You're on the right path I love you, freedom. Second half dark A swampy abyss, infinite depths One mistak...
Andrew Wilson7 days ago
My Birth Place
Beverley In an impressionist way, random Images I am going now to set down. We often visited my grandparents When they lived in this most fine market town. Their native Edinburgh far distant, They gav...
Amanda H7 days ago
Burn My Bridges
As an arsonist, you view me as an encumbrance, as out-of-control pest, even. But, As an arsonist, I don't burn my bridges randomly. I consider. I calculate. I prepare. Sometimes, an external interfere...
Nia Wheat8 days ago
Here We Go Again
I didn't mean to fall for you, it kind of just happened. I'm sure you didn't mean to wreck me, it kind of just happened. We shared some good times though, didn't we? It wasn't all bad... Was it? ........
The Drama of the Not-So-Gifted Child
I could seize at the production lines, As well as to produce these rhymes Structure and a living wage Instead of wasted rage and a wasted talent, too. But beware, beware That talent's not wasted Anymo...
Gabriela Coelho8 days ago
I Don’t Want to Be Human
I don't wanna be human like you I don't wanna be small like you I don't want to be that weak The problem is we're all born human We live we die We don't do much You can try to help others in your life...
Yvonne Knight8 days ago
Shoot Then Think
Kids have nothing better to do, Then go shoot up schools, just because some kids were cruel to you. Is that what you think you will do? That they will be dead, So, what if they’re dead, They will just...
Tash Hawkins8 days ago
Don't Forget to Celebrate
Don't forget to celebrate The achievements of others We lose ourselves Too easily In jealousy and envy The guise of competition Paints our minds dark Positivity hidden in the shadows Don't forget to c...
John Oxley10 days ago
Other Side of the Street
You pass us on the other side of the street. Do you really see us? From the other side of the street. What do you see from the other side of the street? The unwashed, the doped, the lazy. The drunk, t...
Josiah Will10 days ago
I'm Sorry
Let's start with the most under used, over rated, long weak winded, real sentimental bullshit phrase that's came out of the special species that's used all too often and not enough. I'm sorry. I'm sor...
Gabriela Coelho11 days ago
You Don’t Know Anything
I'm sorry you think that you're always right But please tell me did you fact check your Allegations Why can't you just see I'm not the monster here You only listen to what they have to say About me I'...
Seneca Basoalto12 days ago
H.M.T.H.Y.D.T.W
How many times have you died this week? suddenly I saw it, midway down the street, seven shots of forget-me-nots bottled in his hands – I cannot convince you to delegate disaster, or divide us into tw...