Best Texting Poems
Trying to invent one word poems
Called "texting treats."
Poems of five words or more?
Oh, no !
Are far too hard for us to read!
Itt's speed we need.
A reflection of this electronic age.
Short poems, short replies.
From the beauty of the English
language.....
We, hereby run in retreat.
And joyfully disengage our heritage!
November 17, 2019
I've bought a brand new mabel fern,
expansive, I can tell you,
when I've learned just how it words
I'll have a go and bell you.
It's got five ponds of crudity
which should last me a moth
but just for now I'm sending taxis
and this is the firk one off.
I've learned to use the camilla,
and music files called empty trees
which quite impressed my goon ladle
who wished she had one of these.
The only treble that I'm having
is the massages I type out
keep changing anatomically, don't know what that's about.
I may just take it back and give the ship assassin what for,
and get my monkey refunded and find another store.
Hope you and the wolf are in good hearth.
It's three o'clock in the morning
and I'm still awake...
Waiting for your texts but there's none.
I almost forgot to take a shower
while waiting for your move to make
Wondering of your precious time, but it's gone.
Everytime I look at your picture,
you always make me smile.
Everytime I look at our picture,
my heart swims in the Nile.
Texting you is what I always do.
Checking you out from time to time,
knowing you'll always be fine.
Texting is my only means to talk to you,
not knowing where you are or what you do.
Believing you are in my arms all the time
Loving you will always make my life shine.
Texting you or you texting me is what I want.
Leaving you or you leaving me alone is not what I want.
You know I'm just here waiting...
Waiting for you to come back!
Texting Selfie Sonnet
Quiet girl in text heaven, knows what to do, it’s true
As long as dainty fingers dance along the keys
Loves advances will be locked, like a snap shot for you
Camera ready phone so picture perfect, in steady peace
Certain is the depth of her wanton desire
What, with somber quirky smile, furled eye lashes
Flashes and kept words alive, breathing across the wires
Every thought typed, lifts spirits high, in ready fashion
Those lovely labored hands will never grasp such matters
Only love long distance on the line will be so kind
A keyboard to replace the warmth of human chatter
I wait forever to make you mine
The hope of every person is to rise to picture self
One last selfie, texting and aging on a shelf
Okay, so Mom got me my own smart-phone,
now I can have fun when I’m home alone.
I can see the addiction to this thing,
I can finally buy myself some bling.
Oh wait, a text from Fluffy-Bell,
Tuesday’s play-date went really well.
“Girl, check out the new food site,
that tuna’s got sauce with every bite!
Oh hey, wait, I’m get’in a text,
yeah, it’s from that smexy tabby, Rex.
Ooh, ooh, he wants a play-date, too,
oh geez, what am I going to do?
Got to go girl and get some bling,
afterwards I’ll give you a ring.
I can’t let him see me in this old collar,
I don’t want him thinking I live in squalor.
Here’s one, it’s full of pink rhinestones,
I’m going to order it on my new smart-phone.
Oh wait, I can't find Mom’s credit card,
you know, web shopping’s awfully hard.
Now I’ll have to manipulate Mom;
bookmarking this site, I’ll leave my phone on.
She’ll check up on me and see what I want,
then, I’ll get a new collar to flaunt.
Yeah girl, it really does work,
Mom worships me, she’s no jerk.
I’m her “widdle-purrrdy-girl”,
I’m her BFF in this world!
Personification - Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Constance La France
6-5-2022
No Texting While Driving?
By Elton Camp
Texting while a person is behind the wheel
Is so very dangerous and your fate can seal
But making it illegal gives me quite a scare
As to just where the law may go after there
How about talking to others inside the car?
Will some state legislature seek this to bar?
Or maybe they will outlaw use of the radio?
I have to wonder just how far this will go
And other things are more dangerous by far
When they’re done by the driver of the car
Like the woman who’s coloring her lashes
This could result in many serious crashes
Written by Gail R DeBole
on June 20, 2022
A texter who texted all day
When in-person had not much to say.
He lived life on his text-screen
Never ran out of text-steam
And sent messages that seemed ultra-brave.
Why do so many text, Instead of speak?
Seriously I wonder if the other person is even human
Does it not scare you when your driving?
A car just cut me off! Stupid texter
I know that it is sometimes convienent to text
Other times it drives me mad!
Like when someone your talking to, texts while your talking
Does it not irk your anger a little bit?
Shoot even on dates people text another...
Argh, you know your lame when that date is texting her EX
Isn't it scary that people write in text...all the time?
Well I have to put this one to bed, have to text my girl...
LOL
Texting whilst driving
Should not be a crime
I've got me a truck
That stops on a dime
I steer with my knees
Now isn't that cool?
Good God Almighty
Just look at that fool
Driving straight at me
And texting away
We're going to crash
And ruin my day
Hold on a second
Life just isn't fair!
I'm ending this text
On a wing and a prayer . . . .
Texting
A lament of texting.
I regret the suplantation of
Conversation with random
Truncations of thought and
Ideas into texting
As if a few thumb prints on
A “key board” were
Satisfactory substitutions
For actual communication!
Talking involves randomly synchronized
Exchanges of phrases,
One layered upon or bouncing
Against another.
Real worlds and Ideas
don’t fit into three hundred
Thousand sound bites,
Much less into text messages,
Of any length on any
Phone.
If all you have to say to your
Father,
Is through text messaging,
then please don’t
Bother.
_ _ _
JDZoller
April 24, 2010
From ‘Albions distant shores’
I heard the howling and growling and laughing;
My extra-sensory circuit received
Signals of the engineering of villains vile.
Texted I frequently –
Both Roman and Brahmi Pegasus
Carried trans-continentally my emotion-freight
Pleading to nip in the bud, the unholy nexus.
Did I text my feelings?
No, know you,
I sat on the bank of the sad Thames
And the ESP couriered me the depletion of
Conspiracy-Ozone layer and the
Concomitant ultra-violet radiation of hatred-mongering
From the polluted banks of Karnaphuli.
And I wrapped in those words,
Secretions from my lachrymal gland -
I texted my tears
Contained in the jar of words
And pressed ‘send’.
If you want harsh feelings
If you strive to miscommunicate
If you adore confrontation
If you want hatred to call you out
If your brain is disengaged
If you do not remember how harsh written words are
If you love to miscommunicate
Text someone
My spouse and I were ushered to our table by the Maitre d'.
We noticed right off that it was strangely quiet as could be!
Zombies sat at their tables, heads bowed as if in meditation.
Many with glazed eyes as if in la la land under sedation!
I noticed that each held a small gadget in hand,
And deft thumbs clicked away to beat the band!
Each was 'texting' oblivious to family and friends.
Concentrating only on their 'receivings' and 'sends'!
Conversation was limited to an occasional, "Pass the salt, please!"
I was fearful of being tossed out of the place should I dare sneeze!
I mused, "Will future generations learn to text before they can walk?
Lord have mercy! Will kids in the future even know how to talk!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear
Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom
For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear
In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone
Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list
See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum
Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence
For the contest, Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
Placement: 5th
driving home to you
“I luv u. b home in 5”
head-on collision
driving and texting
new car for graduation
“hi guys guess what I'm …”
busy city streets
need to text spouse I'll be late
pedestrian hit
“can't wait to see you”
crashed into car stopped ahead
text never sent
7/4/2020
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