social commentary

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

Disappointment
We used to wish on fallen eyelashes, and the first flakes of snow, on blown-out birthday candles and dandelions. We used to run out on our porches in the evenings to wish on the stars. We were always wishing.
By Casey Elaine Stevenson8 years ago in Poets
City Streets
People rush by as time goes by... in this place a shopper's delight. Rushing from here, going there....when will it end i just watch and stare.
By Stefan Robinson8 years ago in Poets
The Ugly Girl
I confess, This has become an obsession. Not just for me, But society as a whole. From competing for popularity in school,
By Ilana Weiss8 years ago in Poets
Mirror Her
Somebody has been living in my closet and I know who it is. It is my enemy, who was once my friend. I shared my dreams and deepest secrets with her.
By Latiesha Silas8 years ago in Poets
No More Opposites
In feasting famine, through fickle fact; by arid water and faux-pas tact; Through fortunate curse and luminous black, we all must learn that opposites attract.
By Christopher DeLisle8 years ago in Poets
Commitment
There’s not much between Friends and Enemies Just a measure of commitment I have friends whose time I can’t beg for And enemies I never wanted who turn to me to change it Like it was my idea in the first place
By Conor Miggan8 years ago in Poets
Mark on a Test
I had a friend who wasn't so good at math. And when they got a test back that didn't go so well, they would say, "I'm so dumb."
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
Do I Exist?
I'm a spider living in a world where people can't see me, do I exist? I see everything and hear everything but still I do not exist.
By Everything Aushane8 years ago in Poets
28 Reasons to Hug a Black Person
28 Reasons to Hug a Black Person 1. We give the best hugs 2. Everyone needs a random hug 3. Hugs help fight depression 4. Will make your day go better
By Savannah McCain8 years ago in Poets
Before and Now
Before, I had dreams and knew where life was going. Now, I fear what’s to come with this future so unknowing. Before, I could wear what I wanted and feel just fine.
By J.L. Comes8 years ago in Poets
For the Many Not the Few
They think we’re too young to know any better. They think we’re too young to speak out against them. But we are the youth.
By Hannah Petch8 years ago in Poets
In Search Of Poetry’s Revival
I am a poet. I have been, since as long as I can remember. I formally started writing poetry at the age of 14, inspired by the death of my hero, John Lennon. Prior to that, my best friend and I wrote song lyrics about silly crushes we had on boys in elementary school. I guess that’s when the poetry really started. I have self-published three books of poetry that really didn’t sell. I mean, friends and family bought them, but I am totally clueless how to market to the public. I didn’t make much money nor did my words travel very far.
By Elizabeth Arnold8 years ago in Poets