social commentary

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

The Mind Consuming Devices
The mind consuming devices, they always linger to the depths of your mind, you can get pushed into videos that seem ongoing,
By Kendall Warnkin8 years ago in Poets
I Am Small
It is Tuesday. Tuesday night at 10:24 to be exact. And already this week, I have taken my brother to the Emergency Room, I have listened to one student tell another he was not allowed to grieve the loss of a loved one, I have talked with heartbroken friends, I have left many unanswered text messages and calls for a friend I am worried about, and I have comforted the weary.
By Heather Martin8 years ago in Poets
Mankind's Horizon
In this world walks a species of fools. One by one destroying all their invaluable tools, and turning into insensible ghouls
By Deshawn LeGrand8 years ago in Poets
Dear Society
Dear society isn't it funny how half of the time we act like we're on a united front? We preach about being humane and showing a glimpse of kindness
By Alexandra Parra-Ortiz8 years ago in Poets
Character Development
Redemption. In a way, the geode is a symbol of redemption. On the outside, it looks as if it has nothing. It looks as if it will never contain anything worth smiling over.
By Jacob Harold8 years ago in Poets
Until Debt Tear Us Apart
I’m more afraid of debt than I am of death For some reason my parents don’t understand this They say, “You just give up too quickly”
By Blargha blarg8 years ago in Poets
Freedom
Freedom to be free of domination and discrimination Freedom to choose my own education without limitations Free to love and live how I desire
By Runaway Slave8 years ago in Poets
In the Court
In the court where the word is the law, Where words are the end, all and all, Times are changing and words are too In the court where the word is the law.
By TheWeirdPoet8 years ago in Poets
What I Wished I Believed
“What I wished I believed” I wished I believed in aiding people that didn't look like me. I wished that I believed that we were all created in a burning ball of hot lava that randomly arose out the atmosphere and created man.
By Jordyn Grant8 years ago in Poets
Why So Stressed?
these obligations and tasks, growing, need to be organised, and controlling, fool yourself, into the outcome, knowing, but you can’t predict, way the wind's blowing,
By Gary Davidson8 years ago in Poets
Fragile Paper Words
It's so easy to write down Every bad word you've said to me Light it on fire Just to watch it burn That's how weak your words are now
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
In Love With a Martyr
Unapologetically In Love with a Martyr. I am in love with a man. A man whose blood runs thick and deep A man whose hair coils like antennas that soar to the sun.
By Jordyn Grant8 years ago in Poets