social commentary

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

This Drugged Generation
Wipe your feet before you enter my mind, no limits, no statuses. There's villains, heroine, kush, acid in our systems running through us like radiation. The cope of our reality has been running wicked...
Tanya Rodriguez23 days ago
To the Mediterranean Men
MR SPANISH What can I say, You injected culture to my life Introduced me to la vida loca Blinded me with the colour red Opened my side of generosity MR ITALIAN How can I forget you You brought the wom...
Luz Lopez23 days ago
A Wish
I wish I can change the world When I see a mother walking Down the streets, is winter and she looks warm from head to toe But the boy who’s hand she is holding... he looks cold. He wears no hat or sca...
Taylor Kelly24 days ago
The Accountant
You only find solace in numbers The swift stroke of finger to calculator calms you Fiscal issues are nothing but a wink Depreciation; the word only ever had one meaning Now it floats through your mind...
Mac Ratchit24 days ago
Darkest Parts
Blacker than night my soul is owned by the devil, it is not even mine Wicked n sick intricate when im twistin ur spine just to get into ur mind. Hello At second glance my next advance twice as fine. B...
Nubian Misfits25 days ago
Stereotypes
You think I’m loud? You haven’t heard me yet. Just wait. Oh I think you had your chance. Stereotypically I’m not educated. To the world my life is a BET show and movie. My hair is beautiful magical cu...
To David Bowie Playing Over the Checkout Aisle
It’s those rare occasions I’m told I have a slight accent blended inside mine though the source of it comes from the cuddles of the elephant song or the biltong that only few local butchers can get ri...
E. Wonders25 days ago
Poetic Intro
Home Stumbling in the dark we wander bumping into the unknown. Lightening flashes lead us to somewhere we've never been ... But are meant to. Life thunders in our ears. quietly at first ... Then loude...
Crystal Vazqueza month ago
Society, Am I Pretty Yet?
5-years-old Pink ribbon, silk ribbon, Streaming through my tightened hair, Pigtails, toothless smile Society am I pretty yet? 10-years-old Loosened ponytails, bobby pins, Tantrums, thinking life’s not...
Mattnau
Her small mountain stood gracefully Two villages away from her With stars that stare at you in the night She breaks dusty brown through The winds that love feeling her flaws Her green oasis stretched ...
Tanya Rodrigueza month ago
Money Madness
I find it crumbled in my pockets Ringing in my wallet Flips and rolls to the ground Tattooed to our brains Shakes the nerves of our fingertips Waiting for the impending monthly arrival It whistles evi...
Make Details Matter
A detail is everything that isn’t directly communicated. If someone says it, it becomes a thing like any other. Details are hidden things. Details are sounds people do unintentionally. Unseen smiles o...
To Prospera month ago
A Poetry of Space
Balance, so often we lose, Way too many for amuse. Searched for the balance in space, Searched for the palace in you. Wondering for heavens sake “Will I have ever have time,” That’s covering two time ...
Mardoll Gatsbya month ago
Oranges
They find the sweetest parts of us, The exotic nectar and suck it out; They want to run with society's rejects, play with the rejects; But toss us to the side when they get a taste And bleed us dry. I...
SKYLERIZED a month ago
The United States' Perfection
Presidents’ Day is meant for reflection. There’s time to contemplate on the men who Have lead the United States’ perfection. But great Presidents, there have been too few. Commanders-in-chief like Was...
Tash Hawkinsa month ago
Duality
First half vibrant A swelling sea of support Great enough, strong enough You're doing it right You're on the right path I love you, freedom. Second half dark A swampy abyss, infinite depths One mistak...
Amanda Ha month ago
Burn My Bridges
As an arsonist, you view me as an encumbrance, as out-of-control pest, even. But, As an arsonist, I don't burn my bridges randomly. I consider. I calculate. I prepare. Sometimes, an external interfere...
Nia Wheata month ago
Here We Go Again
I didn't mean to fall for you, it kind of just happened. I'm sure you didn't mean to wreck me, it kind of just happened. We shared some good times though, didn't we? It wasn't all bad... Was it? ........