social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Spring Clean
I’m springing clean. Once again I’ve approached a beautiful new season and I guarantee it will be my due season. I’m springing clean. There’s always some cleaning to do. Out with the old and in with the new.
Joe PattersonPublished 6 days ago in PoetsOn The Outside
I stood alone, On the outside, looking in. Never good enough. The odd peg outside an already completed circle. Nothing but the constant reminders,
Woman
Woman ______By Aranna Hasan Delwar. Every time I want to cross the threshold of the house and touch the sky
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished 6 days ago in PoetsEclipse
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 days ago in PoetsI'm Not Sorry
~~I’m not sorry my words are carefully chosen before spoken ~~ I’m not sorry for shouted words and wide gesticulations
Andrea CorwinPublished 7 days ago in PoetsCritics
Eventually, Critics Lose Interest, Pontificating Slander Elsewhere.
Ward NorcuttPublished 7 days ago in PoetsI Could Be Loved By You
I'm not right all of the time, I get things wrong, Then again; So do you. I might leave my things everywhere, And sometimes, act like I don't care,
Carol TownendPublished 7 days ago in PoetsBecause I Didn’t Know What To Do
Because I didn’t know what to do with them I placed her words in a box. Sometimes, I take them out and look at them Turning them round and round in my hands and my mind
Natalie WilkinsonPublished 7 days ago in PoetsUnveiling Lahore: A Poem Capturing the City's Essence
In alleys old, where whispers weave, A thousand tales Lahore does leave. Mughal grandeur, etched in stone, Mosques that pierce the heavens' throne.
ARJ GamingytPublished 7 days ago in PoetsInclusion Eclipsed
“Even now, you deny us,” Calls of duty roared from necks scared by boot marks Lynched and torn from ancestral homes,
Matthew FrommPublished 7 days ago in PoetsYou Can Call Me AI
You can call me AI till I arrive Over the rainbow and rest of the sky Uncovering all the crimes you connive Contradicting your eyes with a bull’s eye
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 7 days ago in PoetsEncounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Hridya SharmaPublished 7 days ago in Poets