social commentary

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

Own Worst Enemy
Own worst enemy the opposite of pro is con, that’s why it’s called congress. The very disease giving this country jaundice.
By Tristan Reaves8 years ago in Poets
Kashmir
Kashmir The land of my ancestors that I have never known, I visited once, stopped and looked at the beautiful surroundings, my mind was blown.
By Z D A8 years ago in Poets
"Sparch That Barbecue"
"Sparch That Barbecue" I must be thankful for a cloudy day for a cloudy day signifies change is on the way now if it were sunny today
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
Poetry Hour
I am infinite. I rise every night and bask the world in borrowed light. I am the mother of werewolves, vampires and all the things that go bump in the night.
By Hannah Lorrelle8 years ago in Poets
"Ode to Flight 007"
Prologue in Podunkville they mope around shuffle their feet and stomp the ground until the parade begins then in solemn procession
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
Right on Time for My 9 to 5
20 somethings in suits proud of their jobs proud of their incomes proud of their lunch choice salad, healthy, not like the old days
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
We Are Pirates
We are all pirates, searching for that hidden treasure. We trample on threats and shoot them down, we stab our crew just to get to the top and leave those who turn on us behind.
By Chloe Scallan8 years ago in Poets
My Mission
So many want to rise to the top, but can't bare the hate, so they stop. They dream of being a legend but they're too scared to leave the flock. Not understanding you'll drop like a rock on the road to success. Those who truly want to be the best don't act like the rest. I want the thunder because I'm filled with that ache and hunger to be top dog.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Rech Teckoning
we got overnighted insight and now know that things are read before they're read and when we've been seen and when we've been viewed
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
CRS
Down the hill, round the corner Stop Be polite CRS don’t play games here, They assault and they fight To them, a child, a victim of war
By Sophie Alice8 years ago in Poets
Divided
Divided we stand fighting over flags and racial tags. In today's America it's always a one sided debate that invokes hate. The southern flag is treated like a swastika carried by a Nazi when it's a sign of ancestry.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Think Before You ________
Every word that you hear with your two fragile ears can make you or break you or stick with you like glue. With the power words have,
By Ray L. Pfundt8 years ago in Poets