social commentary

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

The Whale (2022)
Moby Dick. The Whale. Jonah's three days. Take your pick. Nights and days in chasing death. "“And I felt saddest of all when I read the boring chapters that were only descriptions of whales, because I knew that the author was just trying to save us from his own sad story, just for a little while.”
By Diana2 days ago in Poets
Top Story Haiku
Top Story On Vocal Top Stories oh yeh Only for a chosen few Same week after week #vocal.media #topstory #chosenfew #nosupport #samepeople #samewinners #steadyincome #vocal.media.hate.me #poetry #story #challenges #www #unfair #Marie381UkWriter #pickme #myworksgoodalso
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
Closet Racists
Our inner city ghetto’s fail to offer any hope An economy that’s sadly based on robberies and dope Though businesses and industries won’t dream of moving in
By Earl W. Pearl2 days ago in Poets
I Cannot Be Helped ---------------- Then Why "DO" You Talk To Me Then ---------------------- ---------- Huh, I Need To Understand The Problem
I am NOT alive, why do assume I am !? I am not well, why do you assume I am !? I am nothing, why do you keep assuming I am something !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
Do You Think If I Have Like Pork "Scenarious" It Would Be My Fault - Hmmm Who Are The "Farmers"
Look at this image right here - woah, like woah !? Look at this image right here, I just cannot go to "Sunday's" corner without the hope of repentance....
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
The "G" Word. Content Warning.
when did it become a political statement to uphold the sanctity of life? to say out loud genocide is a godless crime ⋆｡𖦹°💥*ੈ✩‧💣°𖦹｡⋆
By K.B. Silver 2 days ago in Poets
an explosion outside. Content Warning.
I wake up to an explosion outside thin walls rumbling and cracking under pressure. - My tired body falls out out of bed
By Reece Beckett3 days ago in Poets
Screwing Him with the Word
In the beginning, his name was Nameless. In the end, his name was Adam. All that was left was the void of the Middle. So, fruit me your rib, seed inside my slits, jaw my rattling body.
By Paul Aaron Domenick3 days ago in Poets
A Feast of Words
Served up a feast Took hours to make, at least It was a full ten-course meal Full of seasoning and herbs Called a masterpiece, displaying some nerve
By Mother Combs3 days ago in Poets
A Girl Can’t Relax Around Here
There’s no animal chasing me No immediate threat But I can’t rest There’s no gun to my head It just feels like it And I’m trapped
By Leslie Writes3 days ago in Poets
Nearer My God To Thee
Nearer My God To Thee The sea was quiet before the wound, A black stretch holding its breath, Steel confidence cut through the dark,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
One Bottle Of Beer Ruined My Life
One Bottle Of Beer Ruined My Life It started small, a harmless sip, A laugh, a night, a careless dare, The world was light, the air was thin,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets