social commentary

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

Joe King24 days ago
Bitter Words
Bitter words The artists are all starving The television is crying static Calling to the gods There are still a few thoughts left within this cage Writing at night, minds wander Count the sheep jumpin...
Joe King25 days ago
Tales of the American Parody
America, I am hook'd on your cold bright neon lights, & snort your venom thru a straw, I have built a new home to plant the seeds & watch the dreams blossoming These dreams that carress us to arise ea...
That Man (Part 1)
I’m that man you never see, That man that stays behind. I’m that man that’s a mockery Always hurt but forever kind. I’m that man that hides away That man you can not hear. I’m that man who’ll never pl...
Joe King25 days ago
The Elaboration of the Absurd
(sounds of a city, a car horn blows as a siren blares) Mimes in the street and roaming Clowns in heat, silent, foaming Caged in the bowels of a circus The body of his sock puppet dead on the cement gr...
That Man's Revenge (Part 2)
Are you that man we could not see? That man we left behind? Are you that man never to be More than a simple mind? You can’t be that man we did not hear That man below the best. That man that’s always ...
That Man's Journey (Part 3)
I saw that man so long ago Who struggled to make a life Who nobody saw before them And who saw naught but strife. That man so long had changed We had seen his journey through We felt his grief and hea...
Annie Kapura month ago
The Horse's Suicide
The very thought of us brings images of a horse strapped to a garden hose, being choked by the migraine you have brought to us. For the horse did not ask for you to ride it into battle. It did not ask...
Annie Kapura month ago
The Forest
PROLOGUE: It was almost Halloween and the cold air chilled a near-midnight close to the empty space by the town. I always wondered about what was there, but Halloween was no time for that. My grandfat...
Annie Kapura month ago
One Evening That Lasted Eleven Years
I It was a headache or a strange burn on the back of the fourth finger on my right hand. The scorching heat—the kitchen that would rage and stir the atmosphere of the whole room. Each face turned away...
Jeremiah Johnsona month ago
Somber Cries
Life is full of bittersweet goodbyes. Most of them true, others, truly, honest lies. If you've not received one, you most likely didn't need one, or perhaps, they were replaced by somber cries.
Joe Kinga month ago
Whores Attitudes
*A Prayer to Momus* Laffter Children Naked clowns Whoopee cushions A pie in the face Rattlesnake eggs and the squirting flower A clown after midnight Jokers with cheap whores deconstruction and religi...
Joe Kinga month ago
The Divine Parody
Her name was Freedom or Mercy or Jilly She never once spoke of the time she fucked the painted clown that she met at the Peepshow Balloon animal, a bestial one Tall man with a hairless body covered en...
Megan Leaheya month ago
Pancake House
When 3 A.M. hits, the booths will be full and the back kitchen will be bustling, but for now the young waitresses are sitting in the back of the restaurant organizing sugar packets into black boxes. T...
NY Cubanaa month ago
Cuban Pride
So they say i'm proudly cuban and they see me wave my flag you're in the states right now just like your mom and dad I know where I am, I reply with fervor and I love my country of birth but the count...
Perfection
There is no such a thing as perfection So it has been said. To glisten under sunlit rays, Sparkling and beauteous at every moment, Flowing gradually onwards Accompanied by the coaxing cry of the crow....
Joe Kinga month ago
American Cheese
Anal Screams, Drag Queens Damerica Girls Gone Wild, porno scenes Damerica Hollywood dreams, girls giving head Damerica Girly magazines–underneath the bed Damerica Runaways from a small town Damerica M...
Joe Kinga month ago
Comedy & Tragedy
I received a wealth of comic vision & ordered a case of smooth derision Opening my eyes, I was prepared to go Up on the stage & on with the show With my bleached brain covered with snow Ghost voices s...
Deanna Delliaa month ago
Social Anxiety
You watch me dance sexualizing my every move fantasizing thinking that I’m shaking for you to get you to notice me You think I must want you the way you want me But I’m just trying to shake this devil...