Poems About Technology Published by Members Recently Online
#technology
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:05pm
5th Jan 2025 11:05pm
Eyes
When televisions first became household objects,
some people were scared to undress in front of them,
the convex and glaucomic eye staring,
pervert cyclops, invader in the living room.
These days of course the eyes are much smaller,
rectangular, and with us at all times, not just
when mother’s home with fish-and-chips to eat before
a black-and-white broadcast. Eyes follow us about.
When I was young and gay, and gay, the unrestricted
internet reached out with slimy hands and claimed
a lot of naive boys and girls, the eyes ...
some people were scared to undress in front of them,
the convex and glaucomic eye staring,
pervert cyclops, invader in the living room.
These days of course the eyes are much smaller,
rectangular, and with us at all times, not just
when mother’s home with fish-and-chips to eat before
a black-and-white broadcast. Eyes follow us about.
When I was young and gay, and gay, the unrestricted
internet reached out with slimy hands and claimed
a lot of naive boys and girls, the eyes ...
#abuse
#philosophical
#power #technology
#power #technology
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2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:05pm
5th Jan 2025 11:05pm
Eyes
When televisions first became household objects,
some people were scared to undress in front of them,
the convex and glaucomic eye staring,
pervert cyclops, invader in the living room.
These days of course the eyes are much smaller,
rectangular, and with us at all times, not just
when mother’s home with fish-and-chips to eat before
a black-and-white broadcast. Eyes follow us about.
When I was young and gay, and gay, the unrestricted
internet reached out with slimy hands and claimed
a lot of naive boys and girls, the eyes ...
some people were scared to undress in front of them,
the convex and glaucomic eye staring,
pervert cyclops, invader in the living room.
These days of course the eyes are much smaller,
rectangular, and with us at all times, not just
when mother’s home with fish-and-chips to eat before
a black-and-white broadcast. Eyes follow us about.
When I was young and gay, and gay, the unrestricted
internet reached out with slimy hands and claimed
a lot of naive boys and girls, the eyes ...
#abuse
#philosophical
#power #technology
#power #technology
85 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
9th May 2024 10:46am
9th May 2024 10:46am
No-one ever said it was easy
six hours between visits
and the usual suspects
are pissing their territories
on their pixelated walls
I think of every woman
that has ever hated my spit
and the men who found
weird strength in it
as if my mouth is a trophy
nobody fucking asked for
gathering dust in a cabinet
they show to old mates
knowingly after dark.
I think about words
if they ever mean anything
remembering the last time
I allowed them in
watching my heart
get...
and the usual suspects
are pissing their territories
on their pixelated walls
I think of every woman
that has ever hated my spit
and the men who found
weird strength in it
as if my mouth is a trophy
nobody fucking asked for
gathering dust in a cabinet
they show to old mates
knowingly after dark.
I think about words
if they ever mean anything
remembering the last time
I allowed them in
watching my heart
get...
#PowerOfWords
#technology
303 reads
26 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
9th May 2024 10:46am
9th May 2024 10:46am
No-one ever said it was easy
six hours between visits
and the usual suspects
are pissing their territories
on their pixelated walls
I think of every woman
that has ever hated my spit
and the men who found
weird strength in it
as if my mouth is a trophy
nobody fucking asked for
gathering dust in a cabinet
they show to old mates
knowingly after dark.
I think about words
if they ever mean anything
remembering the last time
I allowed them in
watching my heart
get...
and the usual suspects
are pissing their territories
on their pixelated walls
I think of every woman
that has ever hated my spit
and the men who found
weird strength in it
as if my mouth is a trophy
nobody fucking asked for
gathering dust in a cabinet
they show to old mates
knowingly after dark.
I think about words
if they ever mean anything
remembering the last time
I allowed them in
watching my heart
get...
#PowerOfWords
#technology
303 reads
26 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
Electric Dreams
Electric Dreams
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
#marriage
#romantic
#technology #scifi
#technology #scifi
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
Electric Dreams
Electric Dreams
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
#marriage
#romantic
#technology #scifi
#technology #scifi
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0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
Electric Dreams
Electric Dreams
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
#marriage
#romantic
#technology #scifi
#technology #scifi
329 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
Electric Dreams
Electric Dreams
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
#marriage
#romantic
#technology #scifi
#technology #scifi
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0 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
Forgettable
Fusillades of faces -
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
#love
#technology
#apocalypse
#consumerism
#dystopian
479 reads
6 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
Forgettable
Fusillades of faces -
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
#love
#technology
#apocalypse
#consumerism
#dystopian
479 reads
6 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
Forgettable
Fusillades of faces -
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
#love
#technology
#apocalypse
#consumerism
#dystopian
479 reads
6 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
Forgettable
Fusillades of faces -
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
#love
#technology
#apocalypse
#consumerism
#dystopian
479 reads
6 Comments
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