Best Cellphone Poems
Is his cell phone dead? Is he dead? What is happening?
I stare out the window for the sixteenth time.
It is windy out there. I can hear the howling.
Has he been in a wreck? Is it time to call the hospitals?
Should I get dressed in case the police come to the door?
I press my nose against the glass, and then my mouth.
The coolness of it does not calm me in the least.
Where is he? Why has he not called? What is happening?
I cannot leave. There is no one to watch the children.
I stare at the cell phone. Check it again for messages.
There is nothing. Where is he? What is happening? Was there a wreck?
The bridge is treacherously slick in this kind of weather. Especially if it rains.
Rain begins pinging at the windows. It sounds like sand being thrown.
What is happening? Where is he? I get dressed, ready for anything.
Categories:
cellphone, voice,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Yeah, I think it's a pity I dumped her in the wilderness
Strange things often happen in life, you know
Time and again we met together, talked of common interest
Raised the same slogans (you guessed right,
both of us belonged to the same political outfit)
Until she felt that she had developed a soft corner in her heart for me
At least she suggested something like that
Wasn't it the right time for me to grab the opportunity? Should I
Have looked like a hopeless fool?
Accordingly i made the first move
And the next few months glided by like a quick scroll on the laptop
Together we spent times at riverbanks, at lush restaurants
Leaning against each other's shoulders, watching sunset
Hands touching hands, feet scrubbing feet beneath tables...
She talked of apartments, of good jobs, secured future
Me casting surreptitious glance at passing belles,
Their fuller or underdeveloped busts
She expressed genuine concern whenever I looked glum
I never cared to ask why her visage looked tired
Somehow it didn't click, I don't know why
Perhaps she felt 'too sure', complacent to possess
Life's new treasure
So when on that humid night
After we shared the bachelor bed in her apartment
Leaving her asleep under the silent glare of the ceiling
I came out, and
Dumped my cellphone disdainfully in the first trash-bin.
Categories:
cellphone, betrayal, dark,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My pixel prison, / parasite of my mind, / tyrant of my time.
Once upon a time- a letter or a call sufficed.
Now, years vanish in a blink of an eye,
Beeps and buzzes, / rings and memes.
Panic… no time or space to breathe…, to think, to feel.
Only rumors, lies, confusion, facts, & paradoxes /
Black Hole Fury, ennui, strain, insomnia, fatigue...
A silent scream / Enough is Enough!!
I Take control - disconnect from the leech….
I walk outside, / I breathe / Fresh Air,
Weeping - I hear the distant thunder /
I gaze at the willows, roses, sparrows, clouds, & bees
Nature - my old friend, my healer, a warm breeze
Free at last - I wander at will, elated I perceive...
The path not taken.
Categories:
cellphone, addiction, anxiety, computer, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
When texting was just starting out, my friend texted LOL to me.
Little ornery lunatic?
Lovely ordinary laugh?
Luxuriously outstanding lady?
Lobe-oriented log-splitter?
Land over Lithuania?
Lime Orange Lion-berries?
I texted back “what is LOL?”
But she had shut her phone off
For the night.
I texted three more friends,
But their phones had also
Been shut off.
This was before people started
carrying their cellphones all
day long, looking at them
constantly you see.
LOL
Categories:
cellphone, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
A man with towel and cellphone
Returned with news, The enemy's gone!
Locking the bedroom door
He'd piled bodies on the floor
But Zweeee! He forgot one last one
Categories:
cellphone, analogy, fear, humor, insect,
Form:
Limerick
How boost cellphone is
There's still need a finger
To press the off keys.
Categories:
cellphone, character, education, engagement, technology,
Form:
Haiku
In my mind
Seeing you was the perfect form of communication.
To watch the expression of depth.
Every wrinkle that crinkles the side of your nose.
The sentiment grown from standing so close.
Eyes grown in anticipation.
Every depth expressed.
Explored until we're tired.
In my mind
seeing you was the perfect form of communication.
It's only so much to do behind the screens of phones.
The customization of emojis plastered on blank screen.
A temporary thrill that we enact before actual contact.
In my mind we restrict too much of ourselves with the press of a button.
Cheeks spread loose, folds undistracted by the moment where we ourselves are drawn to life
By what we anticipate most.
Without need to talk as much as we can before an abrupt end.
To consider you without call waiting or the awkward feeling of having to call you back.
Malicious moments before the call actually goes through
The introduction of physical smile.
Separately from the window of a phone
Leaving more room for availability
Categories:
cellphone, black african american, black
Form:
Free verse
I suppose no speech or pen can reveal.
Hidden mysteries of the cell buzzer.
Whose sleek screes fit conjointly like a deal.
To boast about such a complex shudder.
A thin membrane that provides protection.
In order to shelter its swags inside.
The city is ruled by its switch section.
Yielding hurdles over today's worldwide.
While books about fable intend to sell.
Such a DNA change occurred by chance.
Each organ and nucleus in the cell.
A mind is warned to be behind the stance.
I shake my mind; dawdling was a mistake.
I note the book to read, needing a break.
Written: June 22, 2022
Categories:
cellphone, analogy, books,
Form:
Sonnet
My cellphone just fell in the sink
So, of course, the damn thing won't blink
The wife says, "Be nice!
Just ask for some rice!"
Who knows what a woman might think?
Categories:
cellphone, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I’ve left it on rock ledges
in elevators and bars
Taxicabs, backpacks,
motorcycles near and far
It’s laid on the Great Wall,
as I started to walk away
And fell out of the raft
in Wyoming that day
It flew on the airplane
after I had gotten off
And spent two days in Key West
with Fedex as the cost
It’s kept me in touch,
that’s important I know
But the voice it records
into words
—much more so
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Categories:
cellphone, voice,
Form:
Rhyme
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
Solve the riddle and give me a call.
We’ll forge ourselves a spiritual connection.
Whatever we can’t weld, we’ll solder.
If you can see the key to it all.
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
MENSA GROUPIES
Categories:
cellphone, allegory, psychological,
Form:
Burlesque
Cellphone monologue
I’ve been driving, you know the road is no highway,
how taxing, skirting potholes, cajoling the new jalopy
will be there for a candle lit supper, come what may.
Out of the glare, jacarandas form a fragrant canopy
into the glow of passion driving down Love Boulevard
Oh my, your texts been erecting toll gates between us!
I need money to get through to you, road is barred.
Do you honestly believe I deserve to be treated thus?
Sometimes a man has to make do with his love ration.
But the once-sweet ferments, then love loses a mate
when the woman darts in and out for material fashion
though she knows full well her lover is no Bill Gates.
Hard to believe we used to be such a rhyming couple
my said inadequacy has made me reel under the rubble.
Categories:
cellphone, black love, break up,
Form:
Sonnet
Cellphones attached to hands,
Just an extra appendage, no big deal.
Put down rarely,
Picked up at first peep.
Instant news.
Instant text.
Instant everything.
Instant anger.
Instant nasty reply.
Cellphones, more interesting than people.
Everyone sitting around, looking at their appendages.
I-phones, their new best friends.
Eliminates lonely feelings
And spontaneous conversations with strangers.
Categories:
cellphone, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
She glanced at him from across the table
while carefully realigning her eating utensils.
He was reading a report of some kind, or
so she thought. He was completely engrossed
[Clearly, he was not aware of her presence]
In his cellphone like she was not there.
Once, she said rather loudly
”Uh-humm,”
But he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
She sighed.
Then, she took her cellphone from her purse
and googled
DIVORCE LAWYERS
written July 31, 2021
Categories:
cellphone, divorce, husband, wife,
Form:
Free verse
Invited friends over to stare at our phones together
Do you wanna come by but don't forget your phone either
Must keep up on the news of the nation
Though we only hear half the conversation
It's enough to catch the drift and don't miss it altogether
Categories:
cellphone, fun,
Form:
Limerick