Poems About Technology Published by Members Recently Online
#technology
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
13th Feb 2022 4:34am
13th Feb 2022 4:34am
Virtual Reality
when someone dies
in the 21st century
what do we do with
their virtual identity
do we listen to the message
on voice mail
to hear their voice
pretending they are too busy to answer
waiting
for the call that will never come
do we reread profiles
on facebook twitter instagram
filter through
pictures and videos
imagining they are there
in pixels or on paper
or do we
delete them
let them go
into the matrix
and friend someone new
in...
in the 21st century
what do we do with
their virtual identity
do we listen to the message
on voice mail
to hear their voice
pretending they are too busy to answer
waiting
for the call that will never come
do we reread profiles
on facebook twitter instagram
filter through
pictures and videos
imagining they are there
in pixels or on paper
or do we
delete them
let them go
into the matrix
and friend someone new
in...
#grief
#technology
#death
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4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
13th Feb 2022 4:34am
13th Feb 2022 4:34am
Virtual Reality
when someone dies
in the 21st century
what do we do with
their virtual identity
do we listen to the message
on voice mail
to hear their voice
pretending they are too busy to answer
waiting
for the call that will never come
do we reread profiles
on facebook twitter instagram
filter through
pictures and videos
imagining they are there
in pixels or on paper
or do we
delete them
let them go
into the matrix
and friend someone new
in...
in the 21st century
what do we do with
their virtual identity
do we listen to the message
on voice mail
to hear their voice
pretending they are too busy to answer
waiting
for the call that will never come
do we reread profiles
on facebook twitter instagram
filter through
pictures and videos
imagining they are there
in pixels or on paper
or do we
delete them
let them go
into the matrix
and friend someone new
in...
#grief
#technology
#death
296 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
13th Feb 2022 4:34am
13th Feb 2022 4:34am
Virtual Reality
when someone dies
in the 21st century
what do we do with
their virtual identity
do we listen to the message
on voice mail
to hear their voice
pretending they are too busy to answer
waiting
for the call that will never come
do we reread profiles
on facebook twitter instagram
filter through
pictures and videos
imagining they are there
in pixels or on paper
or do we
delete them
let them go
into the matrix
and friend someone new
in...
in the 21st century
what do we do with
their virtual identity
do we listen to the message
on voice mail
to hear their voice
pretending they are too busy to answer
waiting
for the call that will never come
do we reread profiles
on facebook twitter instagram
filter through
pictures and videos
imagining they are there
in pixels or on paper
or do we
delete them
let them go
into the matrix
and friend someone new
in...
#grief
#technology
#death
296 reads
4 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
Programmed generation
Dark lonesome roads
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
#identity
#technology
#emptiness
#culture
#apathy
334 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
Programmed generation
Dark lonesome roads
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
#identity
#technology
#emptiness
#culture
#apathy
334 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
Programmed generation
Dark lonesome roads
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
#identity
#technology
#emptiness
#culture
#apathy
334 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
Programmed generation
Dark lonesome roads
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
#identity
#technology
#emptiness
#culture
#apathy
334 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
10th Oct 2022 1:27am
Programmed generation
Dark lonesome roads
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
Lead to the dustbin of suburbia
Where a perpetual sunset
Hangs over slowly decaying youth
The excitement long gone
From the faces of jaded teenagers
They traded their spit and vinegar
For fake lives in a digital dream
Where does this leave us?
To twilight years in a corroded world
Memories of the trailblazers
Lost amongst the clickbait
Hold a fading candle
For their failed realization
They know not what their missing
In this programmed generation
#identity
#technology
#emptiness
#culture
#apathy
334 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 8:19pm
12th Mar 2021 8:19pm
Blueness
Sometimes tea
doesn't cure all, the house a state,
mind a quarry
once a mound
for springtime to burrow,
it's been said
I'll quiver at the
touch
of too much kindness,
too few apologies.
I also try to plant bulbs
in places with plenty
of light,
blue screen buzzing,
stolen twenties,
but there's no way to connect these days without
'online',
I tell myself that,
all the while, her eyes on mine.
doesn't cure all, the house a state,
mind a quarry
once a mound
for springtime to burrow,
it's been said
I'll quiver at the
touch
of too much kindness,
too few apologies.
I also try to plant bulbs
in places with plenty
of light,
blue screen buzzing,
stolen twenties,
but there's no way to connect these days without
'online',
I tell myself that,
all the while, her eyes on mine.
#technology
#humankind
#pandemic
392 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 8:19pm
12th Mar 2021 8:19pm
Blueness
Sometimes tea
doesn't cure all, the house a state,
mind a quarry
once a mound
for springtime to burrow,
it's been said
I'll quiver at the
touch
of too much kindness,
too few apologies.
I also try to plant bulbs
in places with plenty
of light,
blue screen buzzing,
stolen twenties,
but there's no way to connect these days without
'online',
I tell myself that,
all the while, her eyes on mine.
doesn't cure all, the house a state,
mind a quarry
once a mound
for springtime to burrow,
it's been said
I'll quiver at the
touch
of too much kindness,
too few apologies.
I also try to plant bulbs
in places with plenty
of light,
blue screen buzzing,
stolen twenties,
but there's no way to connect these days without
'online',
I tell myself that,
all the while, her eyes on mine.
#technology
#humankind
#pandemic
392 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 8:19pm
12th Mar 2021 8:19pm
Blueness
Sometimes tea
doesn't cure all, the house a state,
mind a quarry
once a mound
for springtime to burrow,
it's been said
I'll quiver at the
touch
of too much kindness,
too few apologies.
I also try to plant bulbs
in places with plenty
of light,
blue screen buzzing,
stolen twenties,
but there's no way to connect these days without
'online',
I tell myself that,
all the while, her eyes on mine.
doesn't cure all, the house a state,
mind a quarry
once a mound
for springtime to burrow,
it's been said
I'll quiver at the
touch
of too much kindness,
too few apologies.
I also try to plant bulbs
in places with plenty
of light,
blue screen buzzing,
stolen twenties,
but there's no way to connect these days without
'online',
I tell myself that,
all the while, her eyes on mine.
#technology
#humankind
#pandemic
392 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
13th Sep 2022 11:00pm
13th Sep 2022 11:00pm
Your nurse...
You asked me to be your nurse.
To stitch your scars.
But I am still trying to stitch mine.
You decide to cauterize instead.
Rising from the flames of my desire.
The demons fight relentlessly.
As you try to break the chains.
Writing a new hymn book.
Trying to listen but it's not so easy.
I need you to explain...
Thoughts are chaotic and strange
Everyone thinks I am insane.
Trying to get the blood stains out.
These battles just don't stop.
Writing me is your passion.
This distorted frame embracing...
To stitch your scars.
But I am still trying to stitch mine.
You decide to cauterize instead.
Rising from the flames of my desire.
The demons fight relentlessly.
As you try to break the chains.
Writing a new hymn book.
Trying to listen but it's not so easy.
I need you to explain...
Thoughts are chaotic and strange
Everyone thinks I am insane.
Trying to get the blood stains out.
These battles just don't stop.
Writing me is your passion.
This distorted frame embracing...
#technology
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#passion
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62 Comments
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