Best Email Poems
This communication marvel
Of modern times
At our finger tips
Crude or refined
Attachments plenty
In various forms
Some polite
Other's, against the norm
What takes people to write
In mean spirited ways
When kind words can be said
And happiness stays
Is it jealousy or hate
For these words to be written
If we ever get any
Not saintly, but sinning
But it's the sender of the email
And their literal say
What made them write
On that given day
So think before
You send that mail
And common sense
Will prevail
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Midnight Email
Night burns both ends of the candle
Full bent upon those wilderness horses
Tearing in their stampede chains
As this scarlet sangria swallows its taste of regret
Heated on the words
Caught between my heart and throat
When the larynx wish for love
Do they cough their silence
With too many cigarettes
I love you too much to crumble
At the pillars of my salt
Or to deny the impossible
And hasten to the ruin of my blood
Midnight then fails to impart
The cold sweat of loss
By thirty degrees tossed unsleeping
On a burning bed of want
And never quench my thirst
Isis, oh Isis, cry to the prow of stars
And lay a blessed hand
Upon a troubled brow
Turn calico fortune to a thread of silk
Weaved into the tapestry of her heart
I hear the stampede
Tearing horses wild at their chains
Full burning on both the candles ends
Cancel email came after work
So of course three of us missed it
Other nine stayed off the ice
Comfy in their jammies
Eating sweet warm toast
Watching TV
Annoying
Us Three
Lots
spose you will ignore me old friend,
but twenty years you smiled,
i was never perfect,
but we travelled many miles,
i have 3 people who won't know me,
mark john and diana, vile,
i know you want your privacy,
gets lonesome just sometimes.
I'm struggling with my first email
Having trouble with the slightest detail
I've done what they say a
But it's the circle they say
When I send, all I get is a failed
.
Today I ate roast.
The one you prepared Sunday.
The last one was much better.
I fed the dog scraps
and he ate them just the same.
I guess there was no difference.
Yesterday was Mom’s
birthday and we took her out
to eat at Carlito’s Place.
Today she said she
didn’t remember eating.
The cake was on her table.
I wish you were here
so you could help me with Mom.
She asks about you often.
How’s the play going?
Call me if you need my help.
I’ll tell Mom that you love her.
Hope you call tonight.
We can talk about the chair—
They called to say it’s finished.
I’ll see you at the
contest on Saturday morn.
Won’t you be glad when it’s done?
The dog is depressed—
He misses you more than words
could ever start to describe.
We’ll both feel better
whenever you return home.
Promise me you’ll stay awhile.
(Gail's Note: Reply Email from Subby Conscience is the sequel to this.)
To: Subby Conscience
From: gadeb@zzzsmail.com
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 4, 2012
Why isn't it easy to call you at will?
Couldn't I just Twitter or email you until
You provide the answer in clear, solid terms
So that I don't have to lie in your chaotic squirms?
Instead, you tug at my psyche
And laugh at my logic.
You taunt and tug at my struggles
And sap my dream tonic.
You expose my repression
While disguised as a friend
All the while sneaking around
In my personal REM.
A swirl of feelings
Interferes with the theme.
Makes my heart pound and pound.
Makes it seem like a scheme
To interrupt sleep
And destroy my 8 hours.
To wither my psyche
And sap super powers.
And then comes the waiting
Sometimes for years
Of what this all means
Could it always be fear?
But unknown to you
Over time you are helping
To harness the pounding
And process all my days' yelpings
So that I can function in the AM and more
While you are repressed as
I cozily soar.
Published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Volume II
Working on
Email Problems
How do Things
Suddenly Stop
Working smoothly
REM(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)
To: gadeb@zzzsmail.com
From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012
While I sneak and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.
Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye
so that your psyche can grow and won’t suddenly die.
While you’re gripping tightly to antique feelings that won’t budge
I’m prying them out; giving them a strong nudge.
And as you grudgingly work through a feeling or two
I am working my hardest to make you feel what is true.
I even may help you work out a solution or two
Because during the day you are too busy to.
Who else provides perks that allow you to be
both young and old in the very same dream?
So tell me dear, and answer me this.
What would you do if many nights I missed
And was sneaking around in another soul’s REM
What would your sanity be like then?
Without my help to work out thoughts
That keep you quite sane…
Would you then turn around
And try to cast blame?
Saying Subby’s absence caused you to act like a drip?
Saying Subby’s absence caused your tongue to Freudian slip?
Instead your mind can skyrocket and cozily soar
After I recede in the A.M. and work behind your mind’s door.
Published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Volume II
My fingers dance with such energy across the keyboard.
The romance deep within me is sharp as a sword;
Cutting into your heart with only one single intent,
to rip you apart and cause you so much torment!
I want you to feel pain with each sentence and paragraph.
An emotional bloodstain, and me with the last laugh.
You reap what you sow, and this time you're the fool.
You thought I didn't know, but I smelled your cesspool!
So carefully read these words, no more credit cards and mink coats.
Pay attention to the verbs, no more diamonds to go around your throat!
The papers have been filed, no more lavish lifestyle for you.
I'm still wearing a smile despite the sh#t you put me through!
So by the time you get this, your bags will be packed and out the door.
I hate that your pretty lips I use to kiss, were lips of a whore!
I hope this email finds you in an emotional hell with such force;
That it makes it hard to exhale, because I want a divorce!!!
*Note: I wrote this for my ex wife, who happens to be my youngest daughter Lilly's
mom...
I have a cold right now... all stuffed up and cranky
Like all men, I'm a baby and just need some cuddling
“Email cuddling” is good too
Saying things like, “Aw sweetie, wish I could stroke you!”
Or, “There, there, momma will make you feel better!”
Stroking is good... but it sometimes takes hours (naughty)
Actually I'd rather be stroked by the ladies
But in a pinch, guys can do the job too
Only thing is, some are not very gentle and their beards are rough
Oops! Where was I going with that???
So my bottom line is this
Feel free to send your “email cuddles” to yours truly
I will be forever grateful and return the favour when needed
Thank you all in advance for your concern!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Once again my box is empty
when I know there should be plenty.
No sweet missive from my wife,
nor note from bro of current strife,
no messages from my many friends
not even junk mail, no ***-sends.
My son, he does not write of dance,
it was so barren, no second glance
was needed to reveal that blank slate,
denies me my normal reading state.
My boss, he did not rant and rave
in email order, my job to save!!
No, it's quiet, no emails still. . .
Perhaps I should pay that server bill!
Beautiful beast with her legs high
Oval office, furniture of lies
The email address below
Repaint the walls of gold
I forgive you
It's time for a woman to run the show
Happy birthday, Hillary
September 26 2015
^^^^^^^^Email Insanity^^^^^^^^
We are ecstatic over baseball, basketball, soccer, tennis
and football!
We relish snowflakes and the warmth of the sun.
And NASCAR, races? Why, we would not miss one!
But a phone call to one another simply cannot be placed.
My parents would call this both a familial and a friendship's
ultimate disgrace.
Which of us dies first? Me? You? Your husband or wife?
We are dreadfully dismissive of how very tenuous our life is.
An Emoji cannot replace a human voice!
So~Unless you are the CE0 of Amazon or leader of a country,
Just give your dear friends or relatives a jingle.
They will feel it's Christmas so go ahead, and be their Kris Kringle
You'll give them a warm tingle!
July 22, 2019
1:18pm PST
No more mail!
No more mail!
I'm so glad, I have email!
Why I let out a wail
Was because the slimy tail
of the Sluggly slimy snail
Came by mistake, into by mail.
I put it in a pail
And threw it out, without fail!
No more mail!
No more mail!
I'm so glad, I have email!