social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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Gerard DiLeoPublished 4 months ago in PoetsClub Drug User Bemoans Abundance of Street Drug Users at Area Rave
Moments before slipping into a deep and blissful 4 hour k-hole, the result of his recent consumption of a large quantity of the club drug ketamine, still agitated but rapidly chilling local club drug user Ted Stephens complained loudly about the abundance of street drug users crowding the scene at an area rave yesterday. “These damn druggies are everywhere. It’s getting so a guy can’t walk five feet without bumping into some wild eyed meth head trying to talk your ear off about some dumb shit that makes no sense.” he said, his eyelids slowly closing as he spoke. “I mean I like coke as much as the next guy, but crack is whack bro, and the less said about dope (heroin) the better.” said Mr. Stephens, the last word coming out badly slurred before he fell to the ground with a look of profound transcendence, and copious amounts of drool, on his face.
Everyday JunglistPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPreamble to the Constitution of the United Vegetables of the Refrigerator Crisper
Author’s note: A friend challenged me to rewrite the preamble to the US Constitution including the phrase “…in order to form a more perfect onion” which for some reason this friend found particularly hilarious. I thought it was kind of cute too and decided to accept the challenge. It was actually fairly difficult but I do like what I managed to come up with. Is it poetry? Probably not. Is it 600+ words? Definitely not, therefore it is poetry.
Everyday JunglistPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFlux
In the kaleidoscope of time, where moments swirl, A tapestry unfolds, an ever-changing world. Beneath the cosmic canvas, a dance of hues,
BrendonJosephPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe dark society.
We are living in a place- Where sins are prioritized, As long as it is committed by a wise. A place- Where people show like they care,
Nafi-Ul IslamPublished 4 months ago in PoetsGet in Line
Get in line; we have a society to run And if you break with expectations, you are nothing more than a pest in need of being squashed
Kevin NewtonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe mask of myself.
I have yet to figure out how to take off my mask. It stifles my voice, muffles my essence It is saturated with the condensation
Mariah BlodgettPublished 4 months ago in PoetsGladiolus
Preface: nearly two years ago, my partner and I bought a house together. Both of us first time homeowners, we laboriously moved our collective possessions from at least three different locations into our new home. That Spring, though still in the process of unpacking and organizing, I made it a priority to plant many new plants on the property, still getting to know the land. My crisis of identity came from being a new homeowner with the realization that I was now the keeper of many of my dead relatives’ possessions and found myself accumulating even more from aging relatives in real time as soon as the purchase of my new home was discovered. The crux of the crisis was this: I am now the last of my living familial line. When I pass, who will inherit all of this? What does it mean to have a legacy and do we get to choose the legacy we leave behind? The below poem was originally two poems that I then revised to combine into one; I hope it gets at the heart of those questions, as the answers to them are in themselves a living document that is constantly being combined, edited and re-vamped.
Kate KastelbergPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWho Am I?
Life in America: the Greatest Land there is. Stuck in America: The land where you don't have to be a whizz. The land of freedom, of expression, of joy,
Just DanielPublished 4 months ago in Poets20 something diaries
*Just a little something I wrote quite a while ago. Sending love to my younger self, who was clearly going through some sort of identity crisis. 🖤
Sneha PradhanPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - December 2023
Linger
i saw a shooting star and she told me to keep it moving. i begged her to stay a little longer while i watched her disappear before my eyes.
Ashley LimaPublished 4 months ago in Poets An American Problem
I listened to a webinar today, One that talked about guns And anger, hot and unsettling From employees receiving bad news.
Laura LannPublished 4 months ago in Poets