Buffering Poems | Examples

BREATH-

Breath 

He had a layer of skin 
That's wide open 
He was suffering as he walked 
He was buffering 
Carelessly as a stride sought
He'll put his heart up while suffering 
Why has it inhaled an exhaled 
Lung keeps the flow 
Who would know 
And he walked through the door 
Through the passageway he saw His lungs 
moved and all he could do was be strong


... breathe

6/10/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025

We Are So Connected, Yet We Can’t See Each Other Anymore

We sit inches apart,
glowing screens between us,
a thousand miles wide.

We speak in echoes,
algorithm-fed replies,
pre-packaged thoughts
we never owned.

I send you a message.
You send back a reaction.
A digital thumb,
a cartoon heart,
a flicker of presence—
then gone.

We gather in crowded rooms,
silent, heads bowed in reverence
to the gospel of notifications.
A congregation of ghosts,
all here,
all absent.

Your voice is there, but flattened.
Your eyes are there, but dimmed.
I reach for you—
but you are buffering.

And yet, we post proof of life,
a curated display
of curated selves,
hoping someone, somewhere,
will see beyond the pixels,
will touch something real.

But no one does.

Because we are so connected,
yet we can’t see each other anymore.

A question of Purpose

Satellites triangl'd
cushioning the three
Are you ready to attack
or simply protect?

                           The answer in heart 
of Faith to the
unknown intention
of good 
as it should

Could it be the 
act of buffering
the gap created
aligning the stars
So long ago fallen?

Good Intentions From A Nostalgia Nutcase

'Marty King, this ain't my thing
You must be suffering as if your life is buffering' 
I reply 'If I was roughin', then I'll take Me a Bufferin'
Eat me some stuffin' and a banana nut muffin
Make me some cheese grits
Then I'll munch on some Ritz
Bump some song that were not hits
The that give me Lovely Fits
The feeling makes me feel all snug
Like a Lavendar Scented Hug
My favorite menus dwell in hidden venues
It's the stuff I'll be ForEver Into
And Will AllWays be diggin' views
For The Search Continues......

Live Pause - Surreal Scifi

I am one of those in a world that stopped
whether it was for seconds, fractions or millennia
but the engine of time broke down mid action
mid conversation, mid thought
and for a beautiful period we were all framed 
in a snapshot that may have lasted eons 
and some called it enlightenment
and when the buffering released us
all was as it was
and some claimed epiphanies
the only giveaway, a distant house alarm

The Longing

There is always 
a dull longing
that goes unlabelled
and hangs a layer or two
below a joy, a pang
somewhere in the soul
that can't be coughed up
or cut out, just endured.

A nonsense to the skeptic,
no more than perhaps
a twitch of an evolutionary
relic left unemployed within
the brain, now ossified
into an irritant jumping
across the boundaries
of our troubled sleep.

Whatever its origin,
it's always there
be it a hollow left in our psyche 
from an umbilical when severed 
by God or a buffering problem
in our brain,
the longing never leaves.
We try and quench it
with beauty, love, art
and myth but it remains
unfulfilled, as if a speck
of the infinite resides within
us all, that can absorb 
everything we have 
and then ask for more.

Building the Base

If not standing on solid ground 
Small setbacks can be sapping 
Exterior cracks can compound
Stress that was already flapping 

Daily difficulties easily expand 
Into a full season of suffering
Questions outnumber answers  
As stuck in a state of buffering 

But able to break free from the haze
Finding an antidote from the craze
Allowing us to escape the maze
Igniting our ambition into a blaze 

Despite the swirling above the surface
Can be rooted in a strong home base
With the ability to ride out the storm
No matter what situation we face 

Once we begin to turn the corner 
Setting our foundation firmly in place 
Can tackle any upcoming speed bump
Handling them with newfound grace

The Story Untold

The Untold Story

The flashing headlights intensely illuminated the gloomy faces of the sweetgum tree
The tears fell from the sky like God's Shower , constant and cleansing
The troubled night shrouded the steady strolling figures like an unfulfilled corpse 
The Killer parked his hesitant vehicle upon the eroded curbside

The indifferent priest discharged his shallow yet nessacery words upon the silhouetted congregation
"We are gathered today to mourn the death of Linda Whittington..."
The words were unclear due to the remorseful rain
Buffering the consolation like a badly tuned radio
 Suddenly, an irrelevant relative broke out :
"She didn't deserve to die ...a moment of silence please"
The Killer smirked to himself

As the theatrical tears of distant relatives who arrived for the free food Conjoined with the Shower droplets
Headed towards the drainage
The Killer picked up a pair of sodden dandelions from the moist ground 
And heard, staggeringly clearly , through the rain
 
"Thank you Magnus"

Magnus placed the now blood-stained
dandelions in the grave
And allowed himself to be encapsulated by the determined Darkness 


~Whoever

Bring Happiness To This Life

~ Bringing Happiness to This Life ~



We all were no doubt taught, that life is supposed 
to make us so glad~
Given the way things are, we are now expected to 
be frightened and glum, hmmm?
And if you listen to false news, one does feel really 
lost and uncomfortably so numb.
It’s time to awaken, for by your God, you are not for
an instant….forsaken!

For aeons, man has bravely walked this lush, varied
earth.
Survived wars, married, died and produced so many
joyful births!
This is no time to sing a sad, blue tune of suffering.
Time for you, yes you, to bring happiness to this planet
with delight, with your gift of poetic buffering!

                        
                       9/6/2022
                         ~1~

Katrina Unleashed

A time in history, August 30, 2005
Katrina unleashed her fury
Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama lost lives
Days pass, no help in sight, people become weary

Scenes of tragedy, despair, and suffering
Chaos abounds in the midst of the storm
People struggling for survival, the government buffering
States, cities, communities, neighborhoods torn

Katrina unleashed a colissal fear
With an amazing speed and power
Leaving death in its path, far and near
Swift rescues critical with each passing ghour

Quarter million people abruptly displaced
Multi billion dollar cleanup to be faced
Economies and jobs were lost
Katrina unleashed, what a cost

Dedicated to the people in New Orleans that lost the most

The Poet

The poet balances heavy heart
for those needing to know of life's art

The poet knows the rise and fall of love
a wave of pure forgiveness streams from above

The poet see through layers beyond pores
the sinews of souls equally exposed

The poet touches rain with reverence
the breath of God forever presence

The poet smell words of antiquity
that soothes and offers stability

The poet will revisit moments  of clarity
so as to share what equals humility

The poet journeys towards Sea
sure of buffering by The Almighty.

*

Embracing the Light-

I was alone in the dark;
Asleep I set my eyes apart;
And I looked up,
 I seen a stitch a glimpse of light;
A dot, a jot on the horizon;
Ever buffering growing on slant;
 I see the bright;
 I'm awakened in the light ;
I'll reach and walk out;
And in the covered past, at last;
 I  released  I  the darkness;
 I walk away for the light ever shimmering growing brightly
Embracing me the light is sweet;
 the dark is bitter I walk awakened in the light I now greet;

6/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Lasting Light

Colossal contradictions, curtail creativity
Twisting thoughts, timing, trajectory
Buffering, blending between boundaries
Apprehending an artistic altercation
Learning lessons, lovely light lasts

Heidi Sands

3/26/21

Why Should I Blame Mobile Phone

Love to live in a digital world
To rap electronic gizmos has become unfurled
Here is my poem to pen my tone
Why should I blame mobile phone

Go on surfing to ponder world news
Frequent buffering make me blows
if the network is ever failure-prone
Why should I blame mobile phone

Downloads and uploads,I prefers to do
Thinking, what next to be in the Data queue
If the memory card consumption is unknown
Why I should blame mobile phone

Ever ready to peek new WhatsApp messages
Gradually switching to scrolling images
If excess indulgence makes me lazybone.
Why should I blame mobile phone

Watching videos on YouTube round the clock
Cannot go on ,Without a glimpse on tiktok
If Pressure on eyes make my sight worsen
Why should I blame mobile phone

With all wishes, happiness,friends and leisure
 Still I  find flaws in an electronic treasure
 My conscience questions me in a halcyon
Why should I blame mobile phone.

Virus

Like orbs from other galaxies 
They float 
Clutching at air to scout out
Another host 
An unwelcome visit
Vulture like 
And unforgiving,
Photos etched into memories 
Appear moment by moment,
The internet engraves
The virus 
Into the minds of all...
And now we ponder 
Supreme inevitability 
As we wipe the grocery stores clean,
Buffering 
Against what is to come
Waiting behind Lysol scrubbed doorknobs 
As yesterday’s hum of humanity 
Becomes a new sound of silence.

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