Poems about Technology
#technology
Poems about technology, including all the machines and devices which have become a feature of modern life. Here you'll find poetry exploring whether technology improves our lives, or makes it worse. Also, poems which question whether technology is challenging the essence of what it means to be human.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 12:12pm
1st Sep 2024 12:12pm
Death Sentence
I'm the king inside my castle
There's no place like home
When I leave to run errands
Hidden, I feel so alone
The world is so large
people just pass me by
signing on to the internet
persuaded not to die
Sheltered but content
friends from beyond
why should I leave this room?
creating a special bond
I'm growing older
haven't kissed a girl in years
scared to interact with others
A growing number of fears
Need to help myself
push to make a change ...
There's no place like home
When I leave to run errands
Hidden, I feel so alone
The world is so large
people just pass me by
signing on to the internet
persuaded not to die
Sheltered but content
friends from beyond
why should I leave this room?
creating a special bond
I'm growing older
haven't kissed a girl in years
scared to interact with others
A growing number of fears
Need to help myself
push to make a change ...
#loneliness
#motivational
#rhyming
#sadness
#technology
38 reads
2 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 10:14pm
29th Aug 2024 10:14pm
vista
tar-niched computation,
a sigil lost in breeze
perpendicular to axes
and futile clarity;
the intra-net is full of daemons
we chant we chant we chase
an inorganic time-kept secret:
a shadow with no face
under green glow within the watch of tiny tiny eyes
the cables snake and process: tenderized
a mother-bored 2deaf shall initialize
a startup scream still bright and new
internal disks store what to do
instruction set x86
intact bliss-fool ignorance
a sigil lost in breeze
perpendicular to axes
and futile clarity;
the intra-net is full of daemons
we chant we chant we chase
an inorganic time-kept secret:
a shadow with no face
under green glow within the watch of tiny tiny eyes
the cables snake and process: tenderized
a mother-bored 2deaf shall initialize
a startup scream still bright and new
internal disks store what to do
instruction set x86
intact bliss-fool ignorance
#risk
#technology
47 reads
4 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 2:12pm
23rd Aug 2024 2:12pm
Our Frankenstein Moment
THIS
is our Frankenstein moment -
when we will activate actualized A.I.,
our creation.
Good thing for us we still have time
to prevent it from becoming an abomination.
is our Frankenstein moment -
when we will activate actualized A.I.,
our creation.
Good thing for us we still have time
to prevent it from becoming an abomination.
#technology
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0 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
21st Aug 2024 1:51pm
21st Aug 2024 1:51pm
Will It Come To This?
Compelled by latest technology
this poet sees the necessity
to label each piece of my poetry
as “Certified AI Free”
or, for the sake of brevity
CAIF one can easily say
or quizas CIAL
(Say-E-Ah-L)
if I take advantage
of writing in my
favorite foreign language.
I want the reader to know that it's only me.
whom for my verse
should be venerated
better said, appreciated
okay, just tolerated
frankly I'd settle for read
Soon each poet
will have to invent
their own, custom language
until...
this poet sees the necessity
to label each piece of my poetry
as “Certified AI Free”
or, for the sake of brevity
CAIF one can easily say
or quizas CIAL
(Say-E-Ah-L)
if I take advantage
of writing in my
favorite foreign language.
I want the reader to know that it's only me.
whom for my verse
should be venerated
better said, appreciated
okay, just tolerated
frankly I'd settle for read
Soon each poet
will have to invent
their own, custom language
until...
#funny
#PopCulture
#scifi #technology
#scifi #technology
62 reads
2 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 11:57am
17th Aug 2024 11:57am
Carry on demure
If there is one thing
i'm not it would be
the word demure
I am a walking
talking shitwreck,
I use the word cunt
like proverbs in
various sentences
sometimes—
my laughter dares to ring
in a villainous tone leaving
me to wonder if sunshine
shakes her shit listening
through the telephone wire
and sure,
I prefer delivering honesty
in my own language
rather than trends
growing dusty in
archives nobody
gives a shit about
so yeah
...
i'm not it would be
the word demure
I am a walking
talking shitwreck,
I use the word cunt
like proverbs in
various sentences
sometimes—
my laughter dares to ring
in a villainous tone leaving
me to wonder if sunshine
shakes her shit listening
through the telephone wire
and sure,
I prefer delivering honesty
in my own language
rather than trends
growing dusty in
archives nobody
gives a shit about
so yeah
...
#honesty
#humankind
#technology
72 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Aug 2024 8:23pm
11th Aug 2024 8:23pm
Pop That Bubble, Your Suffocating
Daily stress & fear
Free yourself from mind control
Put down your gadgets
Free yourself from mind control
Put down your gadgets
#addiction
#anxiety
#senryu #technology
#senryu #technology
69 reads
8 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 3:16pm
10th Aug 2024 3:16pm
'00s
Being 12 years old
and hooked on crap
non-culture from the States,
your High School Musicals
and 90210s,
OCs, boy bands, teen flicks.
My brother tells me how
these products lied to us,
sold us the lie, across the pond,
that adolescence was
a wonderland of learning how to be.
As if they ever cared for truth.
And now we know that even they,
the dream children of Hollywood,
were being touched and raped
and cast into the sludge.
The lie itself did not even
support its own servants.
The...
and hooked on crap
non-culture from the States,
your High School Musicals
and 90210s,
OCs, boy bands, teen flicks.
My brother tells me how
these products lied to us,
sold us the lie, across the pond,
that adolescence was
a wonderland of learning how to be.
As if they ever cared for truth.
And now we know that even they,
the dream children of Hollywood,
were being touched and raped
and cast into the sludge.
The lie itself did not even
support its own servants.
The...
#childhood
#hypocrisy
#PopCulture #technology
#PopCulture #technology
78 reads
4 Comments
Too_hot69
BelindaSnow
BelindaSnow
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2024 3:18am
3rd Aug 2024 3:18am
Dating Profile (competition entry)
My name is Belinda Snow,
And I am twenty-four.
I'm from The Glen,
I'd like to meet men,
Between 23 and 30
He's gotta be a little flirty.
I'm 5'4"
He's gotta be at least a few inches more.
No dick pics please,
Strong cologne makes me sneeze 🤧
Looks are somewhat important,
But so long as you aren't a c*nt,
You should be fine.
We could enjoy a nice glass of wine.
In a beer garden, or by a cosy pub fire,
Depends on the weather, in this country it's dire!
Perhaps even a walk, ...
And I am twenty-four.
I'm from The Glen,
I'd like to meet men,
Between 23 and 30
He's gotta be a little flirty.
I'm 5'4"
He's gotta be at least a few inches more.
No dick pics please,
Strong cologne makes me sneeze 🤧
Looks are somewhat important,
But so long as you aren't a c*nt,
You should be fine.
We could enjoy a nice glass of wine.
In a beer garden, or by a cosy pub fire,
Depends on the weather, in this country it's dire!
Perhaps even a walk, ...
#dating
#technology
76 reads
2 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 5:41pm
20th Jul 2024 5:41pm
AI
What happens to all the truckers, taxi, and delivery drivers
With the coming of self driving cars
Do they learn to code
Why, when AI can write its own
Do they work fast food when restaurants have become automated
What do they do
What happens to writers, poets and artists with AI "arts"
AI reframes, what is art
If everyone can be an artist, no one is an artist
What becomes the voice of the human experience
When we're painted into a corner
What happens to the factory workers with robotic machines
If robots can...
With the coming of self driving cars
Do they learn to code
Why, when AI can write its own
Do they work fast food when restaurants have become automated
What do they do
What happens to writers, poets and artists with AI "arts"
AI reframes, what is art
If everyone can be an artist, no one is an artist
What becomes the voice of the human experience
When we're painted into a corner
What happens to the factory workers with robotic machines
If robots can...
#humankind
#technology
155 reads
14 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 00:39am
8th Jul 2024 00:39am
Nothing seems wrong to me
Max E. Pad lived quietly at home with his mother in Texas. The 22 year old's social circle consisted mostly of friends with whom he visited daily via webcam on the internet. While drinking rum and smoking pot one evening in 1999, his chat room buddies encouraged him to keep popping tranquilizers and other pills he had handy. Pad's mother found him the next afternoon. She had not noticed anything out of the ordinary and had spent the previous evening doing crossword puzzles in the next room!
#drugs
#fiction
#ignorance
#satirical
#technology
81 reads
8 Comments
Dan_ONeill
Dan ONeill
Dan ONeill
Poem Published
5th Jul 2024 10:35am
5th Jul 2024 10:35am
You let this happen
The namesakes’ flesh to be ripped by hidden claw,
Revealed at the behest of the man on the platform.
Impersonal business, devoid. Edicts not to be compromised.
Who could stay a killer’s hand?
It was not the lion that roamed the land.
Babylon. Salvation. Now an eye is on the eastern shore.
Part of a scheme for the human platform.
Personal business, retribution, every woman and child alive.
He sends intelligence back to the base,
Automate the planned disgrace.
Dreaming. The seeded clouds of the starry north,
Shall host the...
Revealed at the behest of the man on the platform.
Impersonal business, devoid. Edicts not to be compromised.
Who could stay a killer’s hand?
It was not the lion that roamed the land.
Babylon. Salvation. Now an eye is on the eastern shore.
Part of a scheme for the human platform.
Personal business, retribution, every woman and child alive.
He sends intelligence back to the base,
Automate the planned disgrace.
Dreaming. The seeded clouds of the starry north,
Shall host the...
#HumanRights
#spiritual
#technology
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0 Comments
Timagination2
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 3:35am
19th Jun 2024 3:35am
Pathogen
I've no desire for sunshine.
Of late, my sleep's been crude.
My weakened will thrives to endure
The lack of emails viewed.
Youtube has me kidnapped.
Though eyes burn, still i scroll.
The aspects of a screen's blue light
Can really take a toll.
Scarcity's hand feels empty.
My phone has filled the gap.
I doubt I'll leave the house to shop
As long as there's an app.
One look turned to compulsion.
I've wrestled to resist.
But an instant gratification
Grabbed me by the wrist.
He...
Of late, my sleep's been crude.
My weakened will thrives to endure
The lack of emails viewed.
Youtube has me kidnapped.
Though eyes burn, still i scroll.
The aspects of a screen's blue light
Can really take a toll.
Scarcity's hand feels empty.
My phone has filled the gap.
I doubt I'll leave the house to shop
As long as there's an app.
One look turned to compulsion.
I've wrestled to resist.
But an instant gratification
Grabbed me by the wrist.
He...
#addiction
#technology
68 reads
6 Comments
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