social commentary

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

Wolves
my loves there are wolves in the world you will see them everywhere you go -some will be a part of the pack others will not
By J.Y. Cummings8 years ago in Poets
Abomination Inside the Corporation
The abomination inside the corporation stemmed from the reverse of humanization Non appreciation for the situation We watched our boss give convoluted explanation for the continual degradation of our value
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
Gasoline Girl
Gasoline girl, with your fire engine heart You say you can't believe she was running on empty and still got so far She puts out your smoke shows with water words poured from chapped lips, no matter that there's blood dripping down her chin — it's just a free paint job.
By Tiffany Thom8 years ago in Poets
The Poor Man's Philosophy
The Human mind A million different brains all differently wired Creating what we call Humanity. Yet somehow within this world, Humanity has become less perceptible
By Adia Rathburn8 years ago in Poets
Versus
I heard recently that pansexuality Isn't really a thing That only bigoted bisexuals Don't have a love for all But this isn't true
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Thoughts & Prayers Can Go to Hell
Thoughts & prayers can go to hell—There's too much work to do to sit and wail and tuck your tail and drum up much ado 'bout how the world ain't fair so really there ain't nothin' we can do.Well, I say thoughts and prayers can go to hell, And let their makers join 'em, too.Thoughts & prayers can go to hell.God can't hear 'em anymore: He's busy piling up the dead on His immortal golden shore so He can burn 'em down to cinder-ash and clear up room for more.He lost His track of thoughts & prayers, & He ain't keeping score no more So send 'em down the devil's way;Maybe he'll have some use for 'em.
By PJ Reilly8 years ago in Poets
Demon Catamenia
The demon showed up again Like clockwork A raging machine A system of misery The gears turn and I'm caught in them They twist and mangle my body
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
What Abortion Feels Like
After it was over I could smoke and I felt sick. Full of nothing (Full of yourself you gassy whore) And it’s not a choice
By Cherri Bird8 years ago in Poets
The Stereotype of Coffee Shops
Coffee shops are meant for the lonely For here or to go? For here. Those people are here for a purpose Laptops, novels, phones, notebooks,
By Emma Dalzell8 years ago in Poets
The Puzzle
I believe that humans are like puzzle pieces Alone we have our unique outer flare, some appear bare while others seem to blare our their personality
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
Munchies
Death was horrible Because death was possible. Death was the pizza in Satan’s kitchen Broken seven or eight times Stuck with a cheese of hope
By Chinonso Onukwugha8 years ago in Poets
Real Reality
Tell me, Do you think you compel me, To dwell on mistakes, That I’ve made then erased, People always tell me that it’s never too late,
By Brandon Harding8 years ago in Poets