Curated Poems - Poems about Curated

...Look at me — glorious, glowing — bathed in blue light, dying slowly with 4G speed. My soul is buffering. “Talk to someone,” they say. As if I haven’t typed my grief a thousand times into ......

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... A plastic shell, a humble, clunky friend, The cassette player till the very end. With buttons worn and maybe some dust ingrained, A portal to the music it contained. The gentle hiss before......

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... A silver brick, or maybe plastic bright, The Walkman held our worlds in pure delight. With headphones perched, a personal domain, Where music flowed, escaping every chain. A cassette nes......

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...They don't like me, But neither do I, I shield my face from them, Because I am carefully curated, Cured like resin, But soft as snow, I know what I’m doing, But inside these walls I don’t feel......

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...As far as ethereal creatures are concerned, she fell somewhere in between a wood nymph— fragile and belligerent— and a centaur— untamable and resilient she is a living, breathing juxtap......

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... Steel and glass, a skyline reaching for an imagined future, a curated landscape of commerce and aspiration. Not just a district, but a statement of intent, a polished facade, hiding lay......

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... The gods are online today, Updating their laws like software patches, Fixing glitches in heaven while we glitch on earth, Typing commandments no one reads, Uploading sermons no one feels. ......

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... The future won’t arrive with trumpets— no brass echo to herald salvation, no golden scroll unrolled beneath a bleeding sun. It will leak, like soft radiation through the seams of our sleep,......

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... The thin often floral pages held secrets whispered in blue ink, sometimes smudged with hurried teenage angst or a stray tear, quickly dried. "Name: (in block letters, please)" "Address: ......

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...Emboldened by whispers, echoes curdled in algorithmic rot— electronic voices hiss their sermons, venom soaked in coded politeness, dripping beneath polished avatars. Hate seeps through curate......

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... The city yawns a concrete hazy stretch Before the sirens find their daily screech. My sneakers whisper on the dew-kissed pave, A podcast murmurs secrets it will save For later listening. The ......

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... A gilded cage, bars unseen, spun of silk and desire. More. A whisper, a gnawing, a phantom limb. Screens flicker, a deluge of curated lives, each a polished shard reflecting back, a hollow ec......

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... Engulfed in the smouldering dusk of a fractured nation, A voice claws through the cracks of static screens, And suppressed speakers, A distorted hymn for the disenchanted, A battle cry ......

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...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 bac......

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... In the twilight hum of broken cities, where glass teeth bite the smog-choked sky, I walked—a stranger to my own time— past dreams rusted in neon haze. "This is the kingdom we made," whispere......

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