social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
- Top Story - November 2023
Blank Friday
Staff gets scared... I dared to visit when I could to get it (a new laptop). Just like I said I would... * Store is surrounded...
Kendall DefoePublished 4 months ago in Poets Bot-nik
Your phantom. Feeds on human- Ego. A barefaced heart. A disassociated comment Here. And there - Giving. False hope to -
Celia in UnderlandPublished 4 months ago in PoetsNothing To Prove, When A Life Is Smooth
Living in a safe groove Where there was nothing to prove Reality, proceeded really smooth Never was there a huge move
Marc OBrienPublished 4 months ago in Poets- First Place in the Smooth Challenge
New Stones in the River: A Life Insured
Chance insures— earns those born the right to pass. Watching from the passenger seat as the ambulance passes in front, slow, down those Sunday streets that chance
Kate KastelbergPublished 4 months ago in Poets Weeks XII and XIII
Three jobs; three vectors... Create, type, note and submit. Exams are to come... Keep what? *
Kendall DefoePublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Child Within
This poem has been written as part of Sahil Patel's (Medium writer) Lifeline's poetry prompts. Thank you, Sahil for the invite.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe prison
I don’t belong here, not really. This place is not for me. I yearn for a different reality, one suited for one such as me.
A Lesson
What was it that spurred me so, to lash out without true cause? What needless words spewed towards others for what? Some minor infraction of imagined slight? Some petty event?
The 23rd in Dublin
“They're tearing the country apart”, He says as he sets a bus alight. “Ireland for the Irish”, He calls in the November night.
Conor MatthewsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBeautiful Illusion
A thin veneer is all we see When we’re here A thin slab of marble here A dash of paint there All to hide the stench Of the rotting corpse
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsToday I Talked To A Wall
I tried talking to my friends, But no one was talking back, So, I turned and faced a wall, And I had a really good yack!
Carol TownendPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLoving Opposites.
You like it loud, I like it quiet, You like messy, I like neat, You like feet, I like socks, You like yellow, I like blue,
Carol TownendPublished 4 months ago in Poets