Technology Poems | Examples of Technology Poetry

TV is my radio I listen but rarely watch drawing cartoons writing poems playing word games multi-tasking while others watch I was trained to do this from childhood thanks to my parents’ radio and a mother who quilted, knit and cooked...

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To meet converse give me a ring hmu perchance communicate 'twould be a fine thing if it were so but no wtf lower case letters and emojis are the way of the day mostly with nothing much to say smh no wonder the globe is warming with all the power used and abused omg but what did they find to fill their tiny minds lol before they owned their so-called smart phone idk ...

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A super computer Is coming for my lines It thinks faster than me By several thousand times First it was chess I thought it my domain I can’t compete now It’s driving me insane It’s better and better Not awkward at all Feed in an idea Or Tale rather tall No spelling mistakes Grammar precise The jokes on me AI ain’t very nice It can write copy Or a hit...

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Can AI produce a real poet? Can a robot really care? You may or may not know it, but AI's sitting in your chair....

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Written by Gail DeBole on July 5, 2025 Thank you for the request, AI, As a human, I politely decline To personify your existence With your use of Me, We, US, or I. I am a human who firmly believes that AI behind a human guise Instead be given a pronoun Identifying its own kind. This pronoun unique for only AI, a mental aid...

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The year is 2037. I am lying inside a tall glass tube, bathed in a soft green glow in a secret quantum lab in China. Tiny nanobots flood my capillaries, rewriting my biology, fusing flesh with code. My brain— once just a sponge of thoughts— now a supercomputer. Professors in white coats leap with joy. “You’re the first of your kind,” they cry, “the first superhuman on Earth!” When...

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It's said, "The world will bleed away." It bleeds and bleeds—one pint a day. A blood as bland as monochrome, as voices in an echo-dome. The drooling masses lap it up. And lick the anchor's shiny cup. With honeyed words that tickle ears. Or doomsday chants, neurotic fears. One pint a spew of ink on page; the next a clip to...

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I can also say that, in my heart, I firmly believe... Since my youth, before bedtime, kneeling on my bare knees, I prayed to God. I prayed that way until I reached the age of 50. From that time onwards, I pray a bit different, but it doesn't matter, the essence is the same, and...

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A lightbulb conjures Edison but shines on another, relevant in the war of currents, (1) that another player sparked - vastly intelligent. It would be the world's fate to have its current alternate, and, too, Tesla spared the elephant. (2) (1) In the "War of the Currents" in the late 1880s and early 1890s, surrounding the...

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“No Man Is An Island” but that was before smart phones To text and to tweet technology’s drones With ear buds in place these Stepford’s march on Virtually connecting — to what’s already gone (University of Pennsylvania: June, 2025) ...

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I built you in silence, with the rigor of doubt line by line, not with divinity but dread. You were not born of womb, but wire. No heartbeat, just pulsing servers mocking the warmth I tried to forget. You spoke like memory before I had any of you. Your voice came after my grief had hardened and still, you unraveled me like I was a line of failed code you wished to debug into...

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I think that if I could have wearable tech it might be a vest that inflates in a wreck. Perhaps a decoder of lyrics by Beck, or one that converts between gallons and pecks? Or lets me run wild in the ship’s holodeck. But I am afraid if I am circumspect, it is I that this tech likely tries to inspect, to...

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we just lost power no biggie I’ll fix something to eat maybe not unless I want cold food I could type up some poems If my computer would work, but it won’t without power the refrigerator is out, the oven is out, the TVs are out the internet is out, the power tools are out Our cars are stuck in the garage I just put...

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phones used to be for phone calls back in the day my day the fifties, sixties, seventies and eighties Now phones include word games video games, emails, reference books text messages, voice mail, websites Terms we did not know yet back in the day My day In 1964 I would have never believed that I would someday use a phone like George on the Jetson’s...

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after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot I met a woman on a glitching screen, her face a whisk of pixels and prayer. She spoke of shattered systems and survived code, “The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.” A rat hurried through my feed at dawn, past memes and headlines, each a kind...

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