Facebook Poems - Poems about Facebook

My children begged me to get on Facebook Because they are girls and changed their names when they married They knew their friends could spell my name Few people have our last name And almost no one spells Karen with a C Like my mother did I opened an account, not understanding it much Looking up names of people I used to...

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You are like a restless butterfly but you pick the flowers that are only true. That's why I love you. You are so joyful but don't collect friends like a fool and hunger for your own celebration on the Facebook zoo. That's why I love you. You love your country and an artist of its art, you are so possessive to protect and always keep...

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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: (complete, for future reference)" "Birthday: (so I won't forget... maybe)" "Crush: (top secret!)" "Ambition: (reach for the stars)" "Favorite color: (tells you something, doesn't it?)" "Favorite song: (the soundtrack of our fleeting now)" "Message to the owner:...

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My muse provides me nothing with which I can get to work And so I spent an hour on Facebook… boy, am I a jerk A pointless waste of time and space and lots of stuff, all fake I should just paint a wall and watch it dry, for goodness sake There’s videos in Facebookville where you watch things...

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We live in a new world where a thumbs up is the highest praise we can hope to receive A heart stands for excellence and five minutes in the newsfeed or receiving a single comment will give a poet cause to celebrate ...

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A few minutes ago I was outside enjoying the sun... The saddest part about betrayal is that it never comes from enemies. ~The Cat atlas_chubby_paws When a...

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In today's era, where Instagram rules the scene, We hustle for the gram, to keep our life pristine. Showcasing the highs, concealing the low, Chasing the bag, as they say we must go. In this digital realm, we only reveal the grand, Painting pictures of a life that's oh-so-grand. The gram captures moments, each filtered and bright, Yet behind the scenes, the...

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I saw a report on the news today, about what Social Media did. People were yelling and screaming how, they’re not babysitting our kid. If you can’t control what your children watch, while you live with them all day long. Why are you blaming Social Media , when something they might see goes wrong. If you don’t want them exposed to some things, that...

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Some people think that everyone needs to know their life story on a daily basis...

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~ How I Hate it That I Like You ~ O’ Facebook, keeper of the emoji I tell the world that I’m better than you I can’t waste my time on all your nonsense I have more important things to pursue But each morning I can be found searching Going down the rabbit hole of news feeds Looking for all of the...

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Facebook is a wicked but wonderful world, like a house built out of glass. I let my thoughts and emotions unfurl, to any who comes scrolling past. I cry out to those passers-by, not knowing if they hear my plea. But still I know that I must try, to get someone to stop and love me. Will you be the one to share...

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Facebook is very much better than many sites on the Internet...

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My cousin asks me if I have seen her social media page today. Not today, no, but I know what is there. A photo of a clock showing the time she awoke. A video of her cooking breakfast. A picture of the breakfast table and a happy family. It is what she posts daily. No hobbies. No talents. No friends or...

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Thy face shall be printed on book Where thou shall face at least one rook Tapping its spit in black stamped ink On pages of some fabled fink All for some mild error ‘he’ took...

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Finding a true friend is very rare Someone who'll always be there Through the good times and the bad Is something I've never had I was lied to every day It's the price I had to pay Just to feel friends were in my life Never knowing how the strife Of these false relationships Would cause me to fall and trip Into a routine that...

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