Best Instagram Poems
Forever war, an effort
to remove the Iranian regime.
Or is it just more of diversion from
his dirty sins? What comes after the
sirens ringing out. Spiraling out of control?
Slaughter and retaliation. Tis escalating, is the
Iranian Civil War. In division they stand, half are
in dire rage, they are. Allah, O divine intervention
for fractured souls, whilst the other half are elated!
Soldiers, journalists, reporters, Revolutionary Guard
Corporation, unrest, kill war machines, IDF strikes
human tragedies about to unfold.
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US Ambassadors
may be in this
chaos
for a
hundred
more years!—RAL
gutted our voice staff
uprising or diversion?
US SOS
USA/Israel/ Iran War
2/28/26
As I am lying down in bed alone
my spiritless body rolls in bed and
once again I reach out to my smartphone
I click an app and see someone blond.
On busy schedule, I always
check Instagram on a daily basis.
And I always see your face every day
Your posts fantasizes like an oasis.
I wonder if you look at my pictures
and hesitate on liking my photos
I wonder if you see me in features
My heart broke down when I changed my bio
I'm always drowning in a square ocean.
In your Instagram with emotion.
BONJOUR, MA CHÉRIE!
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Val was a young French squirrel, a model quite chic
Who shopped at only high-end, fashion boutiques.
Clerks greeted her, “Bonjour, ma Chérie!
Vous avez l'air belle et aérée!”
“C'est vrai, mes peeps. Wearing Dior gives me a mystique.”
Val struck a pose, paparazzi's camera's flashed,
For being in the limelight she was unabashed.
With a slow turn and flick of her tail,
“You’ll find me trending 24/7, where ‘likes’ prevail!
Look how many followers on Insta I’ve amassed!”
But then the unthinkable happened~
A vile act, a digital fate that had Val saddened.
Poof! In an ‘instant,’ her ‘gram’ account vanished,
For which her digital famish could’nt be vanquished
“Oh woe is me! My heart can no longer be gladdened."
“Lord a mercy, you’ve been hacked!” her publicist did exclaim.
“Tell me, tell me! Who’s responsible for this digital pain?”
“Must ‘a been a hacktivist, a cyber punk perhaps.
Or….did you let your cyber protection app lapse?”
“Oh, no! Hastag #Bonjour,mypeeps, my digital claim to fame.”
*Note: "Instagram is an American photo and short-form video sharing social networking service owned by Meta Platforms. It allows users to upload media that can be edited with filters, be organized by hashtags, and be associated with a location via geographical tagging." (Source, Wikipedia)
SELL YOUR SOULS TO YOUR TALENTS
DREAMS DREAM WITH YOUR WORDS HELP
WHEN WILL SOULS OWN ALL US
THEY BEGIN WITH "SELF" WE END
APPEAR LIKE WORDS BE REALLY REAL
VALUABLE TRUTHS TELL TRUE VALUE TALES
The Composition of Shadows (II)
by Michael R. Burch
We breathe and so we write;
the night
hums softly its accompaniment.
Pale phosphors burn;
the page we turn
leads onward, and we smile, content.
And what we mean
we write to learn:
the vowels of love, the consonants’
strange golden weight,
the blood’s debate
within the heart. Here, resonant,
sounds’ shadows mass
against bright glass,
within the white Labyrinthian maze.
Through simple grace,
I touch your face,
ah words! And I would gaze
the night’s dark length
in waning strength
to find the words to feel
such light again.
O, for a pen
to spell love so ethereal.
Published by Contemporary Rhyme and The Eclectic Muse
Thank you for poets I have never met.
Thank you, I feel so much less alone.
Thank you for such a supportive circle,
thank you for the chance to connect.
Thank you for the Lives that inspire me,
thank you for writers who encourage me.
Thank you for the talented competition,
thank you for continually raising the bar.
Thank you for artists fueled by the Muse,
thank you for prompts with ‘NO A.I.’ rules.
Thank you for poetry from around the world,
thank you for the ability to explore it.
Thank you for each new collaboration,
thank you it’s wonderful to make friends.
So thank you Instagram,
for the poets I haven’t met in person. Yet.
Images of days she thought she had lived,
Images of what had gone by,
Remind her of posing for each little shot,
Posing for each little lie,
About things being grand, happy and full,
Things being more than they were,
About things, in her life, that never occurred,
Things that never happened to her,
Like smiling and loving a beautiful beach,
A beach in the bitter cold air,
And pretending it’s warm, with tropical heat,
And she’s the only one there,
But, now she’s older, she looks through her life,
Her life she tried to escape,
After realizing her life that’s shown on the screen,
Was all, emotionally, sort of fake.
look at my photos, look at my photos, do you like what you see?
i’ve spent hours posing and editing, just to get the perfect shot for instagram, can’t you see?
listen to my stories, listen to my stories, do you hear my voice?
i’m sharing all the highlights of my life, but i’m only sharing the good,
not the problems or the noise.
notice my followers, notice my followers, do you see how many i have?
i’m constantly checking and refreshing, desperate for validation and to be seen as mad.
validate my likes, validate my likes, can you see my popularity?
i’m constantly seeking validation, from strangers and friends, my anxiety.
appreciate my content, appreciate my content, do you understand my value?
i’m constantly creating and posting, desperate for attention, it’s my only goal, can’t you see?
Virtual peace is a tempest
Filter flipped image betrays
Surreal people can tempt us
Validity is a mirrored maze
Fake befriends us flimsily
Roller coaster emotion cued
Midday in minutes celebrity
A million likes acrewed
Instagram's grimy agenda -
Tempting tid bits to imbibe
Sponsor is content moulder
Trends with which to abide
Facile images wrap wanting
In flashy eyesore cellophane
White smile wide so taunting
Sells prettied desires innane
Improved self hovers inticingly
Unscrupulous spruker won't refute
Product spin drips like rotisserie
Placed tastiest low hung fruit
Bamboozled by the beautiful
Venommed vast eyed viewers
Suck insta famous inflated ramble
Screen sheen sugar allures
13th August 2020
Talk about Ghandi and Socrates, haha, kidding, you gotsta be, most ain't worthy their two cents and definitely ain't a lottery.
How I see is in between, so I can checkpoint at any, post haste, flow on all these over-throw aways, set you back down to lower case, pass up all these runs in place.
Keyboard junkies tryna capslock what, Instagram hoes ha you in the butt, just like an edit, you can find yourself cut.
Your not suppose to understand your supposed to support so many now days just observe and distort, or alter contents fables import.
Oh they don't like this attitude, be lucky I didn't take a stab at you, hating they can't grasp a view, they gravitate to me like I'm the glue, I'll admit even I don't always got a clue, but at least I'm always learning new.
Swifties Unite!
Mimi, Taylor's most insta-swifty, totally meowed
As she grabs some me time, she'll vote she vowed
I really must flush and shoo
Me lady needs the loo
Swifty Cat ladies unite! We’re smart, brave and proud!
Stop watching my story and start watching yours
the ones where shes beautiful and the one you adore
when you take pictures with her in matching sets
but your hearts on my insta make me think you have regrets
you cant have your cake and eat me too
so i guess ill be the one to see this through
with a simple remove follower, block and unfriend
ill put your gazing eyes and adultery to an end
cause you flaunt who you are and all you guys do
but i would have never been that girl to you
you never gave me the same opportunity or chance
never gave my plus size body a second glance
second class citizen in your firls class world
go like her story, she is your girl.
i stitched my heart
into quiet lines,
shared them here
one post at a time
but this isn’t just a page
it’s a place i begin
a dream once whispered
now asking for wings
Friends!
I've created an Instagram page and it's -
almost.thirty.barely.grown
I also have a GoFundMe going for my debut book which I will need help funding! I will share the link here, any donation is so greatly appreciated! Thanks!
gofund.me/af8620b1
I have rules for my writing, believe it or not and as a med-student, for instance, I try to avoid a lot of concrete medical lexis.
I’m learning things, medical things, like how our bodies are chock-full of “gooey gopher guts,” and the last thing I want is some poor reader upchucking in their morning joe.
tweakments is a term for those thousands of tiny surgical enhancements that people with a little disposable cash are using to keep age in abeyance or Instagram impress.
Fixing those tweakments, over-done or overdue, has created
something we call the ‘beauty repair’ economy.
Which involves reversing earlier treatments, like un-botoxing,
de-fillering and un-tattooing - the side-effects of old beauty booms.
Let’s wax poetic...
The wrinkled corners, botox injected
the boobies that gravity hath wrecked
the pump which kept the thing erect
they’re not just mending work inept
or longterm add-ons that become defective
they're aesthetic treatments that age like damage.
Trends can gradually become troublesome
needing rehabilitating and reconstruction
reclamation, restoration or body remodeling
these procedures have few deductibles
but they fuel the beauty repair economy.
Correcting or managing the stacking side-effects
of Ozempic (hair and face) or leaky butt implants
cost way more money than you might expect
to fix the Instagram fads that no longer impress
Beauty ‘ideals’ have always been moving targets,
and now they’ve morphed into the beauty repair market.
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songs for this:
Revolution by MonaLisa Twins
Beautiful by Triangle Sun
Dr. Wanna Do by Caro Emerald
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upchuck = experience emesis
tweakments = small surgical beauty treatments that tend to spiral out of control.
Hi Instagram here's why you need to stop showing me he is seeing my stories.
Cause He ain't gonna come visit my profile.
He ain't gonna tag.
All you know is he is online and all I know is it ain't for me.
Hi WhatsApp. Here's why you need to stop showing me he is online.
Cause that online ain’t ever turning into typing.
He isn't going to call.
All you know is he is online and I ain't getting no texts ever.
Hi Facebook here's why you need to stop showing me he is online.
Cause he doesn't care about what happened a year ago today,
He ain't gonna visit my profile like he used to.
All you know is he is online. All I know is, it is from you that it all began..