social commentary

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

Bullies on Youtube
What can we expect from today’s youth raised on YouTube? A generation that would rather smoke weed than read, A generation that thinks that weed’s a miracle seed,
By Yvonne Knight8 years ago in Poets
Office Slave (Poem)
Since when did we become office slaves? Crunching numbers and becoming the victim of a system where only grinding paths are paved.
By Jordan Tury8 years ago in Poets
Soy Lattes
Someone once told me: If you don’t like the way we treat animals become a vegan. Other people do it. And I thought: I could.
By B. Anonymous8 years ago in Poets
Conversations
I don't know how it changed, Conversations went away, know one wants to talk anymore, Its all about Facetime, Facebook, or Tweeting,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Teen-ending
Not quite a teenager Yet your age ends in “teen” This is for the eigh-teeens Nine-teeens Too old to throw the tantrums Too young to pay the bills?
By Shayfe Shiphrah8 years ago in Poets
Emotional Cocktails
As steam fills the bathroom Her thoughts linger Her mind's going a mile a minute, A cute angel, far from linear No solid foundations, so she applies a matte one
By Akashas Stories8 years ago in Poets
The Skies
Here amoung the sky is where the world, goes to decay. I dare not say how I dare not say why. My mouth feels dry my legs feel heavy and deep down I know I'm empty.
By Kyra Mackenzie8 years ago in Poets
So, What's It Gonna Be?
So, what’s it gonna be? So, what’s it gonna be? A lawyer? A doctor? You need a degree Society won’t wait for you or for me,
By Akashas Stories8 years ago in Poets
Call of the Capitalist
I work, I sweat, I rage in the daily To struggle for only a crumb of worth. I go about my job simply gaily, So looking for purpose on this, my Earth.
By Spencer Barrett8 years ago in Poets
Today's Sheep
They come in masses like flies to molasses the government for taxes. In the dark. Some wait and once you've noticed them it's already too late. We are their prey, with laws and rules blindly making up obey. Anyone who stands upgets pushed away, left outside this so-called humanity like a stray. While they sculpted our minds like clay, innocents life get slay those in office celebrate by shouting hooray.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Changing Bloodlines
She takes every opportunity that comes knocking as a sign. A sign of a better tomorrow than today. Or a sign of a better yesterday.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Falling
scenery so inticing. arms are holding my hand telling me not to let go. this area suddenly gets so cold we fold in half...
By Ashanti Jones8 years ago in Poets