Social Poems | Examples of Social Poetry

Flickering lights cast shadows on the crowd, Each chasing hopes that slip through their hands. Trains whistle past in endless circles, Rushing toward visions that never stay. I stand beneath a single blinking light, Waiting quietly as the crowd fades away. No need to follow fading tracks, No rush to catch a train that disappears. The platform empties, footsteps soften, Only my shadow remains,...

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Social media has transformed how people communicate and interact globally, fostering connectivity and collaboration~ Why is it we can’t honor, respect, or be kind without cruelty in the mix?—Poet • increases the fear of missing out • leads doubt and unhealthy comparisons • creates unrealistic expectations • causes isolation • triggers dopamine addiction • anxiety and low self-esteem Don’t throw it all away~ Moderation is key! ...

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The conference  I had gone to a writer's conference The room was full of authors only interested in reading and pushing their book I had brought a book called Hunger, written by Knut Hamsun, the pages were loose and kept falling off, but there was a picture  of him a stern man-looking intellectual   The leader of the meeting, a man who was  proud he...

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In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth. There once was a pheasant named Owen, whose plumage was splendid and showin’. but a flatlander brute, with a camo jumpsuit, won him cheap—next to Tolstoy—unknowin’. ...

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Mirror in the washroom, mirror in the hall, who is the saddest, most tragic of all? Me, me, me— our chant, our plea, our scroll. We cry for heartbreak, curse what we recall, mourn mood swings and childhood’s sprawl. We share our feelings, raw and blatant, talk as if we own sorrow’s patent. An indulgent binge of trauma dumping hailed as “growth,” with...

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What makes it okay to bomb a nation? Kill so many who don’t have a station? Destroy a country, cities and families? Women, babies, children and men—all tragedies— Who never chose this war… suffer again and again. Across the globe, a catch twenty-two Do what I say, not as I do. What happened to the Fifth Commandment?, In a world where religion is...

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A spineless society claims its might, With echoes of empty convictions, Chanting lies, then painting them white. It builds colossal monuments of blame, Raised upon deception’s foundation, And casts truth in indented frames. It framed history, carving narratives to favor its rule, It framed streets that swallowed innocence whole, It framed parents, planting doubts upon their role. It framed justice, bending verdicts to...

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She flutters through the velvet air, A whisper, soft without a care, In every room her laughter flies— The radiant, rare social butterfly. With charm that flows like vintage wine, She draws the world in every line. A wink, a word, a glance, a smile, She makes the mundane worthwhile. No corner's dark when she appears, She mends the awkward, calms the fears. Each stranger's...

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They shaped the mold before I arrived, A perfect cast where all compiled. I was meant to be poured, settle and fit, But I hardened too soon and fractured it. I stretched too far and pulled to wide, Shattered their mold and stood defied. They wait, watch and trace my lines tracking my stance, weighing my fall. counting the cracks that don't exist...

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Theatre Something happens I can't explain It feels enclosed quite like a train Within its wall you are truly set free To be yourself or who you want to be It's like, let's pretend, or dressing up Childlike feelings, they fill your cup Escaping, distracting the daily grind You can leave your worries all behind Rehearsing, sets and stage lights The anticipation of...

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Waiting for the call Time is the coin of life Spend it wisely Who's to blame? Now they know your game. Ain't it strange That we need to be framed. We need to escape To a house by the sea To get away from the The other you and me To be free It's easy to say Not so easy to see Waiting for the call ...

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There is no use saying sorry I don't have the time to bend you over backwards and push this all inside. So take all your broken pieces Brush your past aside I can't forgive you today. but we have the rest of our lives So say you love me tomorrow, Tomorrow we will be just fine we can start another ending we have...

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Social media is a charade A manic masquerade Where charlatans peddle lies And truth slowly dies But you were led to the dance And you thought you had a chance So you either go ballistic Or end up a statistic Volatile times produce hostile rhymes And television that glorifies crimes We're taught to live shameless And despite mistakes we're blameless To them everything is a...

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I know making you less perfect won’t make me any better yet I can’t help it I fabricate your flaws in my head  as if it would make my own disappear  almost as if ruining you made me any better … almost as if making you imperfect made me as perfect as you —maybe I should learn to love my flaws instead of obsessing...

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mauve drapes hang fondly colouring her bandy shack like lavish gift bows...

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