social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Come Wednesday. Top Story - October 2026. Content Warning.
Come Wednesday, might this window view be brighter Nor'easter turbulence Dumps another round of rain Nature's unsettled womb; it's personal Forehead to pane Whipping wind pulls my chest tighter Tears Midstream drought Raw, irritated, swollen, moisture-stripped eyes Awkward silence Oriel reflection; side view Less than a bump Side-eyed empty cradle Waiting for the arrival of grace Recalling when hope didn't deliver Fear: am I unable Coastal collision colors corneas clay Come Wednesday, might this window view be clearer Weather satellite; comma-shaped storm Counterclockwise If I could go back Would I heed the forecast Connect one thing to the next Outline probabilities Foretell context Empty clothesline flaps in the wind Lawn chair flips across the yard Off-season treason Body overthrows heart Head to pane Matrix mindful— pear-shaped lies Come Wednesday, might this window view be forgiven Sun's reclamation Will Gaia apologize to the garden Or ask her to act as if nothing ever happened Eroded Goldenrod Corroded potted Chrysanthemums Bruising outlook Landscape stamp on my heart Open screen; hand out Fertility prayers Mother-wuthered seeds palm mitted Heart's black and blue Nature's embryotic reassignment Personal Anemochory; biological memory Oh, when will yellow and purple finally make green Come Wednesday, might this window view look brighter Terra, don't clap back to my thunder I've seen it earlier Same date, different year Kindly Precipitation prelude positive prognosis May open heavens bless me So I am not repulsed by the gods Because I've been here before Riding Climate carousel Exit retrospect Function missing extra pulse Heartbeat hymns Short window; today is Sunday Appointment. Anniversary Birth-death-one breath Window view blues Erratic forecast Three days and waiting What will happen come Wednesday
By Marilyn Gloverabout a month ago in Poets
Incubus of Dreams
A long journey or expression Pouring out of the soul and mind A lifetime of tales unwind You suffer and bleed for every word The costs are high, wide, and deep Yet something takes what you can’t keep Knowledge and data collected Used to one’s disadvantage You have no purchase to leverage
By Alexandra Grantabout a month ago in Poets
Don't Feed the Machine
Excuse me, but I think you may be part of the problem, complaining as you feed more into the plagiarism machine criticizing others doing the same damn thing what makes you better? what makes me better, you ask? call me out on my high horse if you want, but I don't willingly feed what steals from me and you won't find me pointing fingers while avoiding the mirror.
By Kay Husnickabout a month ago in Poets
Fuck You Mikeydred. Content Warning.
Introduction This is a stampy poem about the fact that Vocal can't be bothered to support users with issues. They owe me for Ambassador Payments, not much but have not answered an email that was first sent on July 3rd this year.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
The Common Thing
The well that can't be contaminated. A source that has a through line to all that claim humanity We don't teach it. We expect every functioning adult to have it. We mock children when they can't summon it forth. This thing we label pedestrian won't answer to them.
By Jada Fergusonabout a month ago in Poets
