Social Poems | Examples of Social Poetry

The tailor rests in her workshop alone. Grabbing the thread for the day's work ahead, she begins pushing needle through cloth. In exercise, she customizes garments, stitch by stitch, Though it's slow, her craftsmanship shows uniquely perfect alterations to all her customers' clothes. Free of charge she'll embroider! Weaving colorful flosses in and out, she's leaving shapes and symbols of brightness about. Now, next...

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Social Divide Same age, same era, same time Meeting of spiritual and intellectual Meeting of ancient antic and new The ancient principles are forever principles Created by and given by God to humanity To you, to them, to us. The Living Plan of Life This was the beginning. The original, authentic People lived normally in nature. Family, kids Grandparents, parents, and the new generation...

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Now you stand at the threshold of shadowed trials— a challenge cloaked in whispers of what may come. Debts awaken, ancient scribes of your past, etching secrets into the walls where you once stood. More debts rise to start anew, in lands where shadows whisper and command— money prowls with hungry eyes, blind to your status, deaf to the paper gate’s cries. Unyielding,...

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Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice. The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts, Linger in this place of cult, Where public shaming is currency. I scream for help, face to face, Yet they cast me deeper into despair. Tears bleed red, patience drains, My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe. My eyes never dry, my body...

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When Life became too heavy, People grew harsher, their words sharpened into wounds, their silence burned like fire. When I finally broke, and Help knocked on my door, the world turned away, as if my pain were an inconvenience, as if my cry were suspicious. Faith remained my only friend— steadfast, unwavering— while Gossip, Mockery, and Bullying roamed freely, casting shadows where kindness hid. Gossip spread like smoke— fast,...

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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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