social commentary

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

What I Wouldn't Do
Though perhaps not of consequence, I feel it behooves and makes sense For me to notify, herein, Those who'll read my words and take in
By Dana Crandellabout a month ago in Poets
Public Notice:
Public Notice: Allegiance Update This notice is issued to correct a widespread misuse of allegiance. Allegiance is not owed
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a month ago in Poets
Sieving Grief
A fluttering puddle on concrete We draw closer, the pigeon's eyes roll tucked into its neck trapped alive We gawk, grotesque, strolling past
By Michele Nampalliabout a month ago in Poets
Developing Complex PTSD
Bottle up feelings instead of sharing, Be the doormat and obsequios person Your narcissist parents or employer wants you to be.
By Sid Aaron Hirjiabout a month ago in Poets
Digital Dying
Dying doesn't feel unnatural. But I guess it depends on the kind of dying. Is it young? Is it suffering? Is it old and ready to go?
By Vitaline Bretagneabout a month ago in Poets
Tomboy. Top Story - January 2026.
When I was younger, I didn't have the words 'Tomboy', they called me I said 'I am a boy' but still 'Tomboy', they called me
By Sapphire Ravenclawabout a month ago in Poets
False Kings. Top Story - January 2026.
So you wish to be a king? First, there’s something you must know… How not to be a king is written down below. ***
By Simon Georgeabout a month ago in Poets
"Foreclosure Notice" - What Would You Do To Never Live On The Street, What Exactly - It's A Big World, It Is???
It was 1998, perhaps 1968 - he said this is what his parents did, he will own the home - he will!! He said you can't tell me what to do!
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Interstellar public notice / Transmission 7A07 Alpha-Gamma
Beep beep … Attention all sentient, semi-sentient, and tentatively curious life forms in nearby galaxies: This is a formal advisory regarding Planet Earth, otherwise known as the Third Rock from the Sun
By Susan Fourtané about a month ago in Poets
Don't Let It Be For Nought
Before they ever came for any of them I was screaming at the gate Before they took the first immigrant I was bellowing in the street
By Sai Marie Johnsonabout a month ago in Poets
How To House the Fire
First, clear a space in the center of your chest. Do not mistake this for a vacuum; It is an altar built from the grit of desert sand
By Sai Marie Johnsonabout a month ago in Poets
You Never Noticed
Introduction This is very true of my situation on Vocal now A tongue-in-cheek piece about being unappreciated by employers. How many times have I handed in my notice and suddenly become an irreplaceable member of staff? It is quite amusing
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets