social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Morning Chats
Oh, how I love our morning chats with a little of this and a lot of thats. You drink your coffee and I drink my hot tea
Shirley BelkPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDoldrum daze
Ever had a doldrum day When no one comes to play When bills outstay Your small payday When nothing left spells fun? Your mother died.
Barbara SteinhauserPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - December 2023
Ode to Survivors
They strut in winter’s desolation bereaving green shubbery Hungry for normalcy … a cricket, a bud, but no killing,
Annemarie BerukoffPublished 4 months ago in Poets I used to think poets were boring
Poet, writer, performer and actor Benjamin Zephaniah has died after a sudden illness at the age of 65. He had been diagnosed with a brain tumour just eight weeks ago.
Raymond G. TaylorPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Gaslight
Left alone in the dark (she was) As I paraded in the gaslight Deceptions without guilt Until caught Reality struck A thousand lies
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsApathy
Forgive Me For My Apathy Do or Don't I Don't Care Anymore I'm Not Sorry This Is What I've Been Hiding All This Time
Josh MorganPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAd Nauseam
What Am I Doing? Living To Die Dying To Live Living Up To What? Standing Up Just To Fall Down Again Laying Face Down Again
Josh MorganPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDeath Of An Astonishing Legend
I lost a great friend, and poetry icon today, December 7th, when I woke up to the news that he had died. I am still numb from the shock. Apparently he was diagnosed with a brain tumour only eight weeks ago. He was only 65, too young by today's mortality rates to exit this life. He seems to have affected so many people across our diverse society, men and women, Black and White, with his words of wisdom, resistance and desire for basic equality.
Elaine SiheraPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMasks
So many layers Donned in the dark Without knowing why Not knowing what — These masks created themselves Without consent
Suzy Jacobson CherryPublished 5 months ago in Poetsforce quit
force quit the bubble brained body shoved down into the abyss let it float while drowning forgotten in the midst of shadowed hope.
Belonging
Belonging Belonging never came to me like it seemed to for others. I remember in my earliest years how I would watch them interact without burden or bother.
Tommy BallardPublished 5 months ago in PoetsVengeance
vengeance rises from the cold ash the bitter taste of misguided grievances cruel to honor a blood soaked deal the stains on your steel become your guiding light