On Hand Held Screens
Have I survived to realize,
Technology has taken over...
All of our lives.
Few talk but they text.
And...
Bloggers tweet to speak.
And...
Many don't suspect,
Their twitterings have been breached..
Video games can now be played,
Between those who are far away.
And do not have to be seen,
In person but on hand held screens.
Few talk but they text.
And...
Bloggers tweet to speak.
And...
Have I survived to realize,
Technology has taken over...
All of our lives.
And...
Friendships can be deleted,
Before these people meet.
Few talk but they text.
And...
Bloggers tweet to speak.
And...
Many don't suspect,
Their twitterings have been breached..
Video games can now be played,
Between those who are far away.
And don't have to be seen,
In person but on hand held screens.
And...
Deleted,
Before they meet.
And...
Deleted,
Before they speak.
And...
Many don't suspect,
Their twitterings have been breached.
And don't have to be seen,
In person but on hand held screens.
And...
Deleted,
Before they meet.
And...
Deleted,
Before they speak.
And...
Many don't suspect,
Their twitterings have been breached.
And don't have to be seen,
In person but on hand held screens.
Have I survived to realize,
Technology has taken over...
All of our lives.
Few talk but they text.
And...
Bloggers tweet to speak.
And...
Many don't suspect,
Their twitterings have been breached.
And...
Deleted,
Before I know it done.
Deleted,
Before I know it done.
Deleted,
Before I know it done.
Deleted,
Before I know it done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
To the one who stole my poem
I had this poem
it was a particular poem
made many cry
told my story
to the person who is using my account
which i used to post my poem
which had been deleted from my computer
and only existed here in cyberspace
to this person
who added his/her poems to my name
i hope you, as a fellow poet
understand how a poem nursed
is not dissimilar to a child
i lost my child,
my poem.
if you have it please put it back
the name was 'father'
if you deleted it please write a poem
in this poem tell me that you have
i just need to know if my baby Poem is dead forever
or if it lives on your hard drive
poem by Anonymous Anonymous
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Shadow Master
oh dear no no i fear
it is the shadow master
not one of us if being nice
not one of us protecting vice
hooded guard of acid tongues
deleted gentle comment souls
deleted supportive praise
insulted applauded stays
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Feeling Of Relief....
i just wrote a very long poem
it is about us
i must be too stupid to have pressed the wrong
part,
it got lost,
or it was simply deleted
and i tried so hard to recover it and show it to you
but you are not here,
on the other hand
i feel that i am just over reacting to that
know what? let the computer delete
or let the system experience its own error
i have no regret
in truth, i don't believe what i just wrote
it serves no purpose at all
and just like everything that is happening now
it is nothing but simply
another stupid thing that is happening to my life
when something stupid is deleted,
guess what? you feel relieved.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
One MAN show! !
Drafting and correcting,
proof reading and approving,
All done in the Massive Mind,
A few are drafted and corrected,
A few are drafted and never corrected,
A few are drafted, not amended,
but proof read and approved,
A few are drafted and deleted immediately,
All drafted should be deleted,
either amended or let as it is.
What a Great intelligence,
that can deliver ignorance!
What a Great efficient,
that can deliver inefficient!
What a Great Mighty,
that can deliver mysteries and miseries,
What a Great love,
that can deliver hatred and wars of flaw.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I deleted all the games from my computer. I spent days trawling the Internet. I started slowly.
quote by Mary Garden
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
When
When he deleted
Old epics, I knew his love
Came with conditions.
poem by Harriet James
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Daylight Robbery
All that work
And not anywhere saved
All those memories
Just gone
Deleted
I've been robbed
poem by Harriet James
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Final Decision
i wrote a very long
sentence
and i pause at the
spot where i could have
put an end
and then i press the cursor
back
i have deleted you
in there
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Talk with My Hands
Just because my voice doesn’t speak
don’t mean I don’t say a word.
I talk with my hand
when I want to be heard.
I speak fast for those who know me.
I slow down for the ones who stop
to hear me. I talk with my hand.
I have preached sermons
and I have told jokes
With my hand I have spoke.
Now, as for those who don’t
want to hear me no matter
what I say or do.
I’ll still talk with my hands
I’ll fold them and pray for you.
I talk with my hand
Five Minutes Ago
When you chose to stay away from comprehension...
You traveled further than you knew from understanding.
What was then basic,
If you had grasped and held onto it...
Has become too complexed that it threatens.
And for you to ask me what is going on...
I must admit,
I do not know how to answer that now.
You thought too long to pose that question.
And it has since been deleted from my concern!
I am moving as fast as I can...
Just to keep up with what happened,
Five minutes ago!
And I know what you have on your mind,
Has long been outdated!
And does not exist in these times!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Licking Tongues Of Pornography
finally he clears his mind
and comes up with his final decision
this one has no art
no inherent value nothing ethical
no innate goodness
and must therefore
be deleted.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You Are Carved In My Heart Of Stone
you are lost
like a composition inadvertently deleted
but it is not wasted
no one can take you away from me
not even my own negligence
because you are in my head
time has carved you in my heart
of stone....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Removed But Not Destroyed (Poetfreak Site)
Lost poems are like children
Missing from parents
Birth from thought but then
Deleted by evil agents.
Perhaps the trolling people here
Who think they enjoy destroying
Our work, to no longer appear -
Will find their pranks... backfiring.
Evil has a way of self-destruction
Like rust it eats up the person inside
And a lack of peace gains intrusion
Into the heart, no matter what they hide.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Burning Inner Intensity
first impressions
surface appearances
charisma charismatic
automatically deleted
strangely reinstated
burning inner intensity
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Deadpan
The night calling. I start
the search for survivors.
A loquacious day shuns
the clouds.
A black hole. I move in circles.
A star was going down in an
abyss. To think, was a taboo subject.
A naivete' towards perceiving.
You can keep your eyes open
and not discern any frame.
A hand will not find another
hand in neighbourhood.
There was less sexism without
the chair. The paradox was no -
body wanted to discuss the
markers of malignancy.
The house was up for the sale
deleted from the manuscript.
poem by Satish Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The process of making a movie has expanded in terms of effort and time for the director, doing commentaries for the DVD for example, finishing deleted scenes so they could be on the DVD, and doing things like a web blog.
quote by David Cronenberg
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tomb Of Life
Forgetfulness
by the flames
of embrace
and the departure
of child development
The only day in existence
when It's not
a snow day
I shall cross paths
on the iron bridge
not to be deleted
but to frolic away
in confidence
poem by Shai Cherry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Changes
we do not pray for changes
they always come
and they disregard
those that do not welcome
their presence
when the texting came one day
the telegraphs and telegrams
have become so funny and
we all laugh about sheets of
paper travelling in air
who would have thought that
iron flies? that faces appear on
cellphones? that making love
can be as easily done
in cyberspace? so safe
and at no expense.
and who would have thought
that you will leave me?
i never thought of it and you
one day has become a mere
shadow without a body on my
favorite bed. And you laugh.
and who would have thought
that i, too, can easily forget you
like a text message deleted
in a very instant.
you also never thought about it.
we're even, and indeed life is fair.
changes are instant. and so are
wounds easily cured, and so are
hearts mended, and so are scars
made to disappear like an MMS.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Poems
so i have written
and you have read
and you say you understand
but i say: no you don't
i will hide in all the images
and you will see something
so different
you will learn later
when everything is deleted.
so what is the head fake?
the poems are not for you.
but just for me.
all dreams end.
i was alone
and there were no trees.
i got no world.
i face the brick wall
and then pass through it.
i will be there and
i will leave these all.
you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!