Cubicles Poems - Poems about Cubicles

...Because I could not escape from Life – It rudely dragged me forth – The chaos swirled, consuming all – And Oblivion, my worth. We raced through days – no time to rest – And I, a franti......Read the rest...

...YOU ARRIVED ON CUE I SUPPOSE RIGHT AFTER THE CHRISTMAS DAY ARSONS MURDERS PROCLAIMING MY LIFE WAS IN GRAVE DANGER WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ARSON MURDER 8 ELDERLY PERSONS PARISHES PROCLAIMED MY EX HUSBA......Read the rest...

...Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery, While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea. "Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie, But AI forges kingdoms, in ephemeral memor......Read the rest...

... There were special places where the mind could hide, way up in the branches of a tall tree, safe within a ball of leaves, halfway to heaven. Or on a bike aimlessly riding streets when the ......Read the rest...

...The nameless in their ranks of cubicles faces lit by a visual display, numbers, reflected in spectacles a list to be picked, like ripe cherries; the soft flesh consumed the empty pit spat ......Read the rest...

...They parachuted in the sky with a mission to live or die hundreds of them bond together, cruising in the skies and surveying the hills .I watched from earth with curiosity as they broke the pattern a......Read the rest...

...In the dawn’s hazy light, I see them, The weary souls trudging forth, Faces etched with half-slept weariness, Their spirits longing for escape. In this bustling cityscape, They gather at publi......Read the rest...

...Outside the takeaway, long shadows mix and merge then part in a constant stir of shapes on a hot late afternoon somewhere in a city where half a million will be lonely tonight and a tenth of ......Read the rest...

...Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads. All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue, guided along invisible paths, crown heads p......Read the rest...

...Jungle clamour Banter twisted like vines Lions with psyche scars Monkeys as crackpot sleuths Snakes in a labyrinth guise Parrots preen an oily beauty Giraffes creak in rumpled posture Immers......Read the rest...

...We were still free to dream, however, a tax on any imaginative writing that contravened the rules or regulations for literary acceptability or worse were deemed counter-revolutionary. In Pol......Read the rest...

...I'm in a preposterous pickle Caught up in a pitiful plight, Hands raised in a sign of surrender Enmeshed in a garment too tight! I'm bleating a plea for assistance But nobody answers my call, ......Read the rest...

...blank stonewall faces narrow-windowed cubicles ~ hearts tear in cramped spaces......Read the rest...

...Yes, This Day Is Done In the corner of the deck unseen, An old lady with a floppy straw hat, Tired, arthritic, reads in afternoon's cool, And listens for the dogs. For first there is a hum o......Read the rest...

...And there are not enough cubicles and grey paneling that sugar rock candy lights won’t cut the sapling eye from its still decline into Abyss. And there are not enough sad thoughts wars rapes t......Read the rest...