Best Notification Poems
(Hello, my sweet friend!)
Speaks in unknown tongues
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food,
A sweet drink
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at my free will
Seeking and freaking through my pages
It's been ages since the impression was gone
Sloppy wording crawl under my hide
Notification triggers my finger and thumb
Bang! The evil one exists
With a second-hand letter
It believes, it should never be forgotten
Numb as Novocaine can be
I watch and interpret the riddles in every line
Living and breathing art,
I'm echoing the same nightmare
How dare, the devil seeks to be fed!
Screaming and remembering
--the demons that linger in its head
Too much to read,
I have major troubles with your disease
Lunacy of the universe
Open Obituary, you are a curse
Like a transparent note from a fatal fax machine
It's a calling, unbearable to describe
Take from me, after I am deceased
Like fire, it burns, cancer in every star
Lies to
Greets to
My eye twitch
My soul hurts
I'm not feeling well
Take care,
Leave me the HEll alone
(-*-)
Categories:
notification, anger, anxiety, character, dark,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
"I've got sunshine"
TANKA~ 1
This heavyweight wind
jiggles the chimes limbs hanging
sensitively
a thousand sound waves invade
visible radiation
~~~~~
TANKA~ 2
Dark moonlight tempest
blunders off the mountain top
a massive flooring…
the courageous beam of light
saved souls upon meadow blades
~~~~~
TANKA ~3
A place called daylight
where the beam is always pure
luminescence
if you could only feel this
you’d ask to hold the torchlight
~~~~~
TANKA~ 4
Somewhere were you sleep
the fluorescence substance light
absorbs your beauty
every second that you breath
the light becomes like sunshine
~~~~~
TANKA ~5
Sky of falling stars
belong in my diary
notification
renewing my wedding vows
sunshine begins with me
~~~~~
TANKA~ 6
Missed the snooze button;
pendulum rods tick out loud
morning bird and worm;
sunlit curtains smooth rays
anonymous melody
~~~~~
TANKA ~7
Two rainbows petals
peek outside with loneliness
against no sunlight
rainy weather condition
no color will bring you back
~~~~~
by;PD
10-10-12
for: contest
Categories:
notification, allusion, desire, earth day,
Form:
Tanka
JUSTIFICATION
Oh, what a distressing frustrating situation,
I’ve suddenly lost all my poetic imagination,
Nothing tickles me pink, no stimulation,
I want to create a poem of deep inspiration,
Which will meet everyone’s expectation,
But my thoughts are edging towards nullification,
I want to scream out loud, a slow dilapidation,
I’m reaching an uncomfortable exasperation,
My muse, has succumbed to misinformation,
Intimidation, and deviant calculation,
Goodness gracious,
Heard word she wants my poetic elimination.
Someone is knocking at my door, to my jubilation,
There stands a muse, I welcome with elation,
She is well known for helping those
Experiencing mortification,
Such a refreshing sight, she must after
Careful deliberation,
Give one month’s notification,
Looking forward to her presence,
Such a welcome application,
She will help me with my recuperation.
Behold, a rhyme is forming, what scintillation,
Delivering both articulation and jollification,
My previous muse jumped from poet to poet,
Everyone realized, fickle her motivation,
But my new muse and I realized justification,
We Popped a bottle of champagne in celebration.
Categories:
notification, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
Politicians Wanted
must be sly
able to lie.
Naturist's Ball
nothing to wear
just come bare.
Rest In Peace
quick sudden death
grim reaper met.
One To many
all night boozing
all day snoozing.
Undocked
puppies For Sale
complete with tail.
Nigerian Lottery
notification of win
for recycle bin.
Downpour
saturated old Bella
forgot her umbrella.
Hard Landing
Jim's bad luck
cord was stuck.
In A Drift
Stuck in snow
Waiting for tow
Go Large
Extra French fries
Big fat thighs
Written 19th September 2018
Categories:
notification, funny,
Form:
Couplet
"Taking away my cell phone would be as painful as being neutered."
~ by poet
Twenty years ago, no one would have predicted
that to cell phones, the world would become addicted.
We text instead of calling, though we have the choice.
I barely remember the sound of my child's voice!
Often, I forget where I've left my darn phone.
Without a text notification, I feel very much alone.
It's part of my anatomy that I should have neutered,
a simple surgical procedure that should be tutored.
Remove it from my hand with a scapel or a knife.
Can I survive without it? It's instrumental to my life!
Cutting it off would be an act of painful castration.
Maybe a lobotomy instead of neutering amputation?
I won't promise that if it's done, it would be a cure.
If it's no longer attached to me, how will I endure
not being able to keep in touch with my best friend,
and how long does it take for neutered scars to mend?
Categories:
notification, humor, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Mum
A siren of Oogahs! fills her ears,
But the cream of smile and care splotch her face,
Tells you the loving tutelage she has for years,
Cuddling and snuggling is me the little thing,
As she wraps me and embraces me,
In endless full love string,
Onomatopoeic sirens of my helpless cry,
To you might be a clear bother,
To her is a call-in notification,
To attend to me like an open door,
Mama is the greatest being ever lived to cherish,
Never shall I let her joy to perish,
Thank you, mum.
Categories:
notification, caregiving, joy, mother, mothers
Form:
Couplet
I had just posted a funny pic on Facebook about a woman complaining about her weight saying, "I wish I could lose weight as easily as I lose my keys, pen, cell phone, and even my mind." It was all in good fun, and I got some cute responses from some lady friends.
After a while, I got a notification on Facebook that someone wanted to chat with me. It was a student of mine whom I'd just had a talk with today. Here is what he said: Mrs. Eileen, do not worry about losing weight. You look gorgeous to me. Although it is better to be in a healthy body, but do not be troubled about it. You look awesome. Truly you are the best teacher ever." He wasn't doing that to butter me up either because he doesn't take any courses with me now. Isn't that sweet? When I told him I wish he knew me in my glory days, this is what he wrote: "You are still in your glory days."
Well, that is what I call a present. Something to lift up the spirits. There are so many who just try to tear a person down. We never know the struggles people face, and sometimes just that one discouraging word is enough to push them over the edge. In the same way...that one encouraging word is enough to pull them back up from the edge.
Oh that we would be careful of what we say. To bring cheer and not fear. That would be wonderful.
As for me....I'm happy with my cyber gift of encouragement. Have you had such a gift today? I hope so.
Hugs,
Eileen
Categories:
notification, giving, student, , cute,
Form:
Narrative
If i don't groom my
hair like the cock,
and return from home
before night clock,
nor did i wear a jean
rag
they'll say i don't have
swag.
Did he flirt around?
jane,julie ,he has girls
abound?
Did he pencil his
trousar or wear it
below his waist?
No! Was always the
answer, ah! They say
my youth is a waste.
If i don't drink
and i don't smoke
they'll say my
maturity is still shrink
and the notification i
get is a poke.
But i know who i am
i know what i am
though their pressure
be strong as a cyclone
i'll remain THAT
DECENT BOY!
Categories:
notification, how i feel
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
They sent Jamal to detention
for saying "********"
yet he saw a billboard of the "KKK
with the president"
Maria cried when Emily told her
"If you say "f*** again, we won’t be friends"
but Maria heard that "they’re building a wall on CNN"
When Mohamed told Jenny, you have a "big a**"
She practiced her jujitsu and punched him in the face
While eating halal meat for dinner he heard,
"We’re banning people of the Muslim faith"
Danielle sat on the sidelines during the soccer finals
She was red-carded for saying "you’re sh**" to their rivals
but in Time Magazine she read,
"In Mississippi they’re refusing service to homosexuals"
Ahusaka was in his room today
tweeting to his followers about the super bowl
He didn’t go snowboarding
He called John a "mofo"
Ding, a notification on Ahusaka’s phone
from the Chicago Tribune
"The new administration is pushing through,
the pipeline under Standing Rock Sioux"
Jamal, Maria, Mohamed, Danielle and Ahusaka
paid their dues
but who's held accountable for "the silen* cur** wor** of the mighty few"
Categories:
notification, america, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
yearning
of ritual
lethargic
in thunderstorm
through
huge chasm
of window&
watching
sky
darkened &
drizzle
dropping &
gust
howling
non-stop
yet stipulating
coldness
within
intimacy&
a glimpse
charming
longing
for flowers
blooming
rooting in
womb
relishing
drafting
sun and moon
elysian fields
of yesteryear
& blue oceans
crave
scooting
&
alleging
obsession
musings
notification
compelling
1St place contest winner
Written: August 1st, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
notification, analogy, appreciation, care, cheer
Form:
Other
Well I could write endlessly about Frankie my cute English bulldog,
But when it comes to being a good watchdog, she’s closer to a log.
I do however have a pet that notifies us if someone is approaching,
She has taken it upon herself to do this faithfully without any coaching.
Her name is Molly and she is a watch-bird, my fearless cockatiel,
She performs this amazing task with confidence and great zeal.
Her elegant grey head feathers stand tall signifying she’s alert,
She perches stoically on the frig, her notification ready to assert.
Living in the countryside, a security system is needed, or so I feel,
When people come to the house, Molly lets out the loudest squeal.
A different chirp for each family member, my daughter gets a loud burst,
My son on the other hand gets loud staccato chirps, they’re the worst.
Molly spends most of her time out of her cage when someone is at home,
She surveys the home flying from window to door, monitoring her zone,
Taking her job seriously, she bites if you try to stop or get in her way,
Molly has a job to do, she’s the security alarm, keeping burglars at bay.
So for a little bird seed, you too can get a watch bird that makes lots of noise.
Keep in mind, there are a few downfalls, there’s a lot of things she destroys.
Chewing windowsills, hiding jewelry and pooping where ever she may be,
A bit of a bitchy bird but what a set of lungs, a unique way to increase security.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 30, 2011
For Ryan Jackson’s Contest “Animals on my mind”
Categories:
notification, animals, funny, bird, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
Only name the day, and I shall be there
This morning the notification woke me up
With still sleep in my eyes I reached for my phone
And the tone
lingers from that Twi in my ear
Annei I love you though, despites his tears
To forget the world, and they negativities
Of a love such as ours, it clean, it’s pure
Love does not speak volumes(quote)
It speaks the honesty of another one confession,
Loving another person is hard work,
Only true love to me is a newborn baby love
for its mother, he trusts her immediately
As we gaze into each other eyes,
We smile, we reminisce we both lied:
We try to outdo each other:
Was I king liar or was he king Lear?
Revealing too much, or revealing a little
Listen carefully, and responding with affection
Or simply use the body language
This fool will get back to you.
And old gal interpretation of fear not want not
We really don’t get each other:
My darkest fear is why did he walk
The dark street of Accura at 3.am?
That’s when my psychoanalysis study step in:
Where the boy seeks, love in an old familiar place
the street love of his childhood dream;
I asked of him not cut his hair
It makes him look like a youth,
Older men take advantage of desperate
Looking youth, because of the boyish look,
and that all it took:
Meat for the belly, and the belly for the meat(quote)
So, happily this morning I decline,
You learn a lot about a man by his behavior when hungry. ~ Zambian Proverb
Categories:
notification, anger, anxiety, appreciation, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Presumably with the aid of God's glory
She interwove several others' stories
And painted him something he was not
A monster she should give second thought
And yet, she remained obsessed with her quarry
She told his work that he was a liar
And concluded it successfully drew their ire
She said prophecy told her he'd lost his job
And called his friends defending him a mob
The situation became quite dire
She said that he divorced his wife
And upon notification, she'd threatened to take her own life
But he remained happily married
As Dawn was hunched and harried
Consumed with the rewrite
She said he was unfaithful
That his children were quite ungrateful
That he had converted to her faith
And lied about it to save face
And other things vile and hateful
She decided (through prophecy, of course!)
That the poems she read online had him as the source
He was professing his love for her and his faith
Disguised as a woman quite far away
Being kept from talking to her by force
After all, it couldn't possibly be the case
That he found her hideous in mind and face
That he was appreciated for what he was
Had children and a wife that he loved
And never once considered her faith
And so Dawn spent her days
A degenerate in malaise
But her lies were not to be daunted
And they had her, rather haunted
Even more obsessed with his ways
Categories:
notification, sympathychildren,
Form:
Limerick
I heard the notification bell. Ding Dong.
Nobody mails me, this time of night,
Only Tom Cunningham.!
With his joy in a a POTD, for a fellow poet,
be it man or a woman.
His unselfishness is astounding!
To sing of another-poet’s success is abounding.
God gave me a POTD today as an Easter gift!
And Tom screen shot it to me.
He hadn’t a second thought, it came so swiftly.
I wish I were across the pond Tom!
I’d give you a well deserved great big hug.
And, a small kiss, on your mug.
Tom is an example for all poets here, to give,
not just prizes to get.
His care for all the planet does deserve a medal.
He pens poems of the real world, to impress you?
Not hardly.
For small things, this man of poetic compassion,
Will not for a second settle.
Thank you Tom!
Easter Blessings, with gratitude.
Love,
Panagiota Romios
Categories:
notification, dedication, friend, poets, thank
Form:
Rhyme
How many devices do you own?
How many notification beeps can you identify?
As for me, I can recognize when I have a phone call
Voice mail or email
Different and distinct tones tell me when someone “likes”
My social media post or responds to another
Or comments on my blog
Of course, I awaken to an alarm (on my phone instead of an actual clock)
I don’t keep a digital calendar (mine still hangs on the wall)
And I don’t keep track my daily steps
But if I did
Those would have to be added to the acophony, wouldn’t they?
So many things
Sometimes we’re tempted to argue with Jesus in the gospel passage
But I’m different, we want to say
“Sure, I’m busy… but I can listen to you too, Lord
I’m sure of it”.
Categories:
notification, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Light Verse