Daily Poems for 2025

Petulant

Petulant

Petulant

Petulant

Petulant

Turn that frown
upside down,
my petulant friend,
as the nation around us
careens toward its end.
No use acting surly,
at events that have surely
proved right what we noted
the last time you voted.

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Petulant

The AI rendered this poem as a bleak landscape with a black sun bleeding onto a hunched figure.