social commentary

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

11th March 2026 ------------------- Look For A "Number" (11) Mango Tree - Tell Me If It "Have" Mangoes To Feed "50" People, Just 50 - Nothing Too Hectic - Just Look !!
After about a few times talking to myself - I thought why don't I just stop and ask people some question !? I could have learnt the greatest thing known to MAN - but let me try and make you understand !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
"Sometimes the (act) itself (matters) more than (how many - only two people ***knows ME) people respond to it................... .. A page allows someone to question ideas, record memories, and keep moving forward without waiting for approval".
While action speaks more than words - what does it say about me !? A woman who has NO future in any country !? A woman who spent her money on clothes and shoes - the world has nothing else to offer !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The Problem With Pain
the problem with pain is we can only truly know our own in our attempts to understand others we compare it to historical data
By K.B. Silver a day ago in Poets
Cracked Bell Curve
How could I give One hundred and thirty percent? It doesn’t even present as sense Yet, I pulled up buckets Until the well gave nothing but
By K.B. Silver a day ago in Poets
Ode to Equity
Dear Mr. Billionaire My name is Ruby and in your country I am still a minor. Like your daughter or even your granddaughter. I’d like you to think hard on the fact that I am a child.
By Ruby Reda day ago in Poets
Now Overflow
sometimes I overflow like bubbles down the side of a glass blown in through a straw by an overenthusiastic child
By Sudais Zakwana day ago in Poets
Go To Bed
Staring at your phone endlessly Don't you realize the damage you're causing? Turn it off and go to bed.
By Rain Dayzea day ago in Poets
Sumi-e Art on Cardboard
The board came as simple packaging in a utensils box. For me, everything is art surface. I love the of Japanese sumi-e
By Seema Patel2 days ago in Poets
Creating the End
A thousand quietly collaborating minds - a pipe exuding smoke. - A tight suit on a straw man, his millionth regret, -
By Reece Beckett2 days ago in Poets
Goldfinch on Brisbane Box
goldfinch on box tree as I listened to its song my worries melted On that evening walk, as I listened to the soothing song of goldfinch singing from the Brisbane box tree, my heart squealed with joy.
By Seema Patel2 days ago in Poets
How did we come to be run by old men?
How did we come to be run by old men Please tell me It happened when Where did all the young folks go Why are they hiding
By Raymond G. Taylor2 days ago in Poets
Colorblind. Content Warning.
There was a time when she thought she knew what the color of love was. That time now seems so long ago... The memory fades like the ripples of a wave running away from a stone as it is skipped upon a blanket of water - searching for rest.
By Moni Martinez2 days ago in Poets