social commentary

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

E.J. Tangonan7 hours ago
No Space
NOTE: For added artistic impact, I wrote this poem with no spaces between words, but capitalized each word for easier reading. Below the initial poem will be a version with spaces added should the ori...
Theresa Rose8 hours ago
Dissolved
On the night of the full moon I stepped out To see the night And to see The stars and the trees But really I just left To be alone And feel the wind And not be in my body To leave my skin To shed my h...
Samantha Clarke8 hours ago
Tangible
Tofu fried in coconut oil. Just a little bit of fat; fat that belonged on my bones. Fat you melted off of them with your icy glare and your wild, uneven heartbeat. Fat that took up space; that had onc...
Fiachra O'9 hours ago
Clementine
I was peeling a clementine from one of those wooden crates and waiting for the train sitting next to a stranger in a hood it was early and cold a great time to eat a clementine and I was chuffed the b...
Faith Moreno 12 hours ago
On The Edge
"I am an adolescent! No one understands, no one knows my great, sorrowful pain!" Adults are a joke. They wonder and somehow also believe that there is nothing to "get" about a teenagers life. They say...
Cwyn Glenna day ago
Cwyn's Poetry
Fear Big dogs, scary pointed teeth Silver blades and barbed wire That time you can’t breathe The heat of a house on fire Men who hit, women who defend Kids who steal, friends who lie Watch the world c...
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Madyn Ra day ago
To the Kids.
This is an open letter to the kids. The kids who are too scared to stand up to their bullies. The kids who don’t see the point of getting out of bed in the morning because they’ve lost the will to liv...
Into the Void
The wind whipped the strings of my hoodie against my face as if trying to strangle me. I stood at the edge of the cliff, close to the mountain peak. All was silent, minus the occasional shrieks and ho...
33 Stops On The A Train (From Brooklyn To The Bronx)
i. Drunk and on the run. The journey begins with chasing girls uptown. ii. A quick pit stop at home, to refresh my body. Would normally stall me but this time she tells me take your time, because the ...
Samantha Reid2 days ago
The Words
They scorch my heart and mind They rip apart my soul The ones that aren’t easily said The ones that go untold They can dent my pride, a single one They can shatter my bleeding heart The ones said in g...
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Jasun T2 days ago
Transgender Day of Remembrance
I am the one who struggles to get a job because of my identity I am the one who is discriminated against everyday I am the one who was born in the wrong body And I am the one who struggles with body i...
Alex Maurice2 days ago
Name Place of Dozen
Windy gusts blow about as sneakers rush for the diamond, Bullets of mind fly at the anomalies of the mold, Big and broad shoulders reach for the inviolable frankfurter, A garden's blind sacredness abo...
Writer's Cookbook
Coffee first. I found a wondrous expediting method for when you want eggs in the morning, but you don't have the patience/time to cook them. Mug-poached eggs begin with clean water in a mug. Crack egg...
Sophie James3 days ago
Last Night
Yesterday, I held a knife to my own neck screaming for God to stop me Just to test him or maybe just to test myself Could I do it? He didn't stop me, I stopped myself but for all the wrong reasons I h...
Sophie James4 days ago
Being Drunk
I can watch time pass in such a literal sense, you'd think I wasn't normal Just like everybody else I can feel their eyes pierce my presence, I can feel them looking with such pity, they'd drown in a ...
A. R. Ambrosi4 days ago
Embrace Your Inner Weirdness
In a world full of basic bitches Clinging to a false sense Of delusional normality Be a Luna Lovegood Embrace your inner weirdness Subscribe to The Quibbler Believe in Nargles and Wrackspurts If you s...
Genesis Vigo5 days ago
Poverty Since 2016
Poverty since 2016 is actually quite crazy See most people have just been ignoring it lately Getting really sick & tired of seeing people go hungry because they do not have enough money Tired of seein...
Sweat Shop for All
A chair crafted of all the pretty girls' faces. Sitting there petting their soft skin and smooth hair. Reapplying moisturizer and make up to keep them young, But, as time goes by they wither and rot a...