social commentary

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

Raina Greifera day ago
My School's Lockers Are Red
Trump There’s blood on your hands And it’s not mine But my school doesn’t do drills For if there was a shooting Based of what I’ve read My teachers would tell me That fire crackers were going off But ...
Jade Grayson2 days ago
Beyond First Glance
Step and stagger fall to the ground. Wake to police, and a siren sound. Two black eyes and headaches remain. Those who loved you are still in pain. Choices were made and dreams were shattered. Was it ...
Alex Rios2 days ago
Another Mass Murder
2018, living in a world, it’s nothing but cold. Kid was nothing but 19-years-old. Cold blooded killer didn’t care about anyone else’s life. On social media, showing weapons, practically telling us tha...
Diane Lyon2 days ago
The Gun
One Two Three or more the power pulsating through veins that create the death, the violent trance compensates for the act of disrespect embraced because of ignorant breath, storming with weapon to gai...
Jade Grayson2 days ago
American Nightmare
American nightmare, I sit in stains. My address is the alley behind the convenience store, in the cardboard box without a view. I am anonymous, and ignored, looked on as the worst sort of person; A fr...
Allison Jones2 days ago
Copy Paste
I want to be like everyone else—a carbon copy of those pretty, smiling girls That always look flawless. That always have perfectly aligned teeth. Copy, paste. Copy. Copy. Perfectly straight hair that ...
James Howell2 days ago
But Nobody Spoke Up
They thought something was wrong, But no nobody spoke up. They saw the red flags, But nobody spoke up. They witnessed his mindset through social media, But nobody spoke up. The teachers e-mailed, But ...
Zainab Bangura2 days ago
Playing God
Playing God is the hardest thing ever, Making sure you do right, comes with pressure, Making sure you appreciate every moment in life, As every second passing is you running out of time, One question ...
Felecia Burgett3 days ago
Not Quite Poor
Impressive, how the morning comes without fanfare, unnoticed by the small-town commuters on their way to slightly bigger cities with a factory job or two maybe a teaching position opening up next seas...
mayukhab117 .3 days ago
Life in Scrabble
We wrote sonnets in English a while back inspired by William Shakespeare. I called mine, "Life in Scrabble." Honestly, I'm not exactly sure why. There's something about Scrabble and 'anecdoche' that r...
Allison Jones3 days ago
Heavenly Cry
Fall down and come forth, place your body against the altar and stain the wood with your tears, calling out for religion and the god you need; you read about him in the book that you found on the side...
James Grey3 days ago
My Parents' Generation
Sometimes I wonder If my parents' generation Didn’t deflect the views of mine By putting a whole generation down If they listened. Would they learn? Would our words relieve them of pain? Or release th...
Skye Bothma3 days ago
Five Minutes
I wrote this poem back in 1995; sadly it is more true today than ever before thanks to the Internet, texting, social media, and society's disposable attitude towards people. Five Minutes A hurried, "G...
This Is... Me
Distress seeps through my every pore, plaguing my body through physical and mental scorn. I appear to get even more gangling with each new rise, my mind tells my appetite to wake up but the beast stil...
Soldier On
That precious red, white and blue still waves, with the dying breath of the fallen of which their family will forever crave. They signed that 'blank check' sacrificing their lives to keep America fore...
Zoey Michaels4 days ago
Sleeping with Sharks
You're an Evil drama queen. Stop telling me your fake news. It could have been much worse- At least he didn't rape you! It doesn't matter what you said. It's really black and white. It's not worth the...
Zeeta mckeltar4 days ago
The Problems with My Generation
Damned if we do and damned if we don't. Too much is getting confused and left out. Understanding misconstrued information and elusive expectations is getting hard for me to comprehend but what do you ...
Kevin Jones5 days ago
Black Mother's Cauldron
Why do you let anxiety rule your life Kaiya? Why do you let what the stupid White kids say get to you? Why are you only friends with the White kids? I raised you better, Kaiya. I raised you to respect...