social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
You Are Not My Friend
This thing I've been living with all of my life sits upon my shoulders and I call it my head For a girl I consider it a pretty case for another thing I like to call my brain
McKenzie McQuadePublished 4 months ago in PoetsUp to 5 Million Doomsday Preppers Suddenly Disappear
Bunkers across the Country Empty, Gun and Gas Mask Sellers Predict Catastrophe In a mysterious occurrence like nothing the world has ever seen up to five million people, all part of the so called ‘preppers’ movement, have suddenly disappeared, leaving nothing but their neatly folded clothing behind. Many non-preppers who were left behind were suggesting that the Biblical end time known as the rapture had come. Local pastor Tim Stephens said in an interview “There can be no doubt that the rapture has indeed come though it has taken a form few had predicted. Instead of taking all the holy and believers in God up to heaven and leaving behind the sinful to fight to the death in a hellish afterscape where only the strongest and most well prepared would survive, it took all of the people who were the most well prepared to survive that nightmare world of death and destruction. What will become of those like us who were left behind now that the preppers are gone? I surely can’t say?” As of 1pm EST the day after the so called prepper rapture the world had declared an end to all wars for all time and began preparing for a utopian future without discord or strife.
Everyday JunglistPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBadassery
First, the origins, from Paul's 'least and most favourite' word challenge, which, if you would like to join in, you can find here
Celia in UnderlandPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSinging the same songs in repetition
Singing the same songs in repetition All the genres merge many a feeling To keep our worlds in constant partition
Hywel LatimyrPublished 4 months ago in PoetsStudent Dream
Backpack heavy, notebooks full, Sleepy eyes but spirit sprightly, Schoolroom hum, a teacher's lull, But inside, dreams burn fiercely!
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSay impossible
of my vocal chords Still in between Words you've never heard of Hanging in tiny dust As the number increases Some sit cross-legged
Ahamed ThousifPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Ratrace
In classrooms vast, they shape our minds, In textbooks bound, a world defined, Yet in this structured, scripted art, Real world truths set apart.
Villanelle: Inflation and Gold-Like-Priced Eggs
In the marketplace where prices soar, A dance of dollars, we can't ignore, Eggs, like gold, they ask us to adore.
Joanna HendersonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFruitcake
Fruitcake Why do people dislike fruitcake? I find it yummy in my tummy. Candied fruit is not my favorite, And is never added to anything I bake.
Andrea CorwinPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - December 2023
Swimming Against the Tide
We cannot save the sea— but perhaps oceans might start to heal without humanity. * Pollution spreads dreadfully,
Alison McBainPublished 4 months ago in Poets Morning Portraits
I spend my mornings in living galleries where faces make their marks in time. As best I can, I note the vagaries that give some worthiness to rhyme.
- Top Story - December 2023
Darkness Hovers
Grey clouds block the horizon where the sun is trying to peak its head, Bird’s whistle their morning tune to say hello as they rise from their bed,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 4 months ago in Poets