So Instagram is a sham
Everyone seems smitten
With posts about a kitten
Or hosts who hate Britain
Or boasts so badly written
Toasts flam & are all bitten
Goddam is just like spam
Famalam use as a babysitter
Wham bam for any dimwitter
Won’t scram will be a big hitter
Instagram is just glam glitter
Oh please look at me vanity
Narcissist wheeze is insanity
Tease with another profanity
Disease crippling all humanity
Pedants on pews lives fritter
Algorithm queues like twitter
Bottom feeder ruse you critter
Needier travesty tapestry knitter
Greedier fuse lit & now shi*ter
Seedier impropriety just litter
Social media a society splitter
Notoriety trolls scrolls flitter
Anxiety but folks will still titter
Piety for botox you’ll be fitter
Ham it up cash cow AI lie spitter
Kowtow get no views so just bitter
Kapow a scam not some Ashram
Stop cropped photoshopped slop
They cram in a half baked pitta
Instagram is bust and just a sham
i stitched my heart
into quiet lines,
shared them here
one post at a time
but this isn’t just a page
it’s a place i begin
a dream once whispered
now asking for wings
Friends!
I've created an Instagram page and it's -
almost.thirty.barely.grown
I also have a GoFundMe going for my debut book which I will need help funding! I will share the link here, any donation is so greatly appreciated! Thanks!
gofund.me/af8620b1
Thank you for poets I have never met.
Thank you, I feel so much less alone.
Thank you for such a supportive circle,
thank you for the chance to connect.
Thank you for the Lives that inspire me,
thank you for writers who encourage me.
Thank you for the talented competition,
thank you for continually raising the bar.
Thank you for artists fueled by the Muse,
thank you for prompts with ‘NO A.I.’ rules.
Thank you for poetry from around the world,
thank you for the ability to explore it.
Thank you for each new collaboration,
thank you it’s wonderful to make friends.
So thank you Instagram,
for the poets I haven’t met in person. Yet.
My love for you
is pure and true,
a feeling that resides in my heart,
without expectations or demands.
I wish for your happiness,
pray for your peace,
and hope for your well-being,
in every moment.
I strive to become better,
to be patient and strong,
to support you from afar,
with respect and dignity.
This love guides me,
to remain honest and sincere,
to honor you with care,
and to stay within the bounds of faith.
Swifties Unite!
Mimi, Taylor's most insta-swifty, totally meowed
As she grabs some me time, she'll vote she vowed
I really must flush and shoo
Me lady needs the loo
Swifty Cat ladies unite! We’re smart, brave and proud!
Stop watching my story and start watching yours
the ones where shes beautiful and the one you adore
when you take pictures with her in matching sets
but your hearts on my insta make me think you have regrets
you cant have your cake and eat me too
so i guess ill be the one to see this through
with a simple remove follower, block and unfriend
ill put your gazing eyes and adultery to an end
cause you flaunt who you are and all you guys do
but i would have never been that girl to you
you never gave me the same opportunity or chance
never gave my plus size body a second glance
second class citizen in your firls class world
go like her story, she is your girl.
Took my hands and spotted the scars
Brainstorming on followers i would set loose
Serving my persona amidst fictitious comrades
Whipped out flaunting dummy soma
Chasing down the soul to bent toward authentic self
Seeking my failings hidden in brandish bits...
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 struggle's out of sight.
"I follow the bag," they say, the anthem we sing,
No matter how many likes, it's the joy we bring.
A pursuit of greatness, in pixels we define,
Yet the true story often hides between the line.
On the gram, we display the finest array,
But remember, real richness isn't just in display.
In this era of filters and picture-perfect lore,
Let's seek authenticity, a little more and more.
look at my photos, look at my photos, do you like what you see?
i’ve spent hours posing and editing, just to get the perfect shot for instagram, can’t you see?
listen to my stories, listen to my stories, do you hear my voice?
i’m sharing all the highlights of my life, but i’m only sharing the good,
not the problems or the noise.
notice my followers, notice my followers, do you see how many i have?
i’m constantly checking and refreshing, desperate for validation and to be seen as mad.
validate my likes, validate my likes, can you see my popularity?
i’m constantly seeking validation, from strangers and friends, my anxiety.
appreciate my content, appreciate my content, do you understand my value?
i’m constantly creating and posting, desperate for attention, it’s my only goal, can’t you see?
We try to act cool
but in reality we are fool,
trapped in a endless loop
eliminated from the group.
24x7 we are on the phone
and the world seems quite unknown,
every time we feel alone
when we don't have our phone.
We are living in a world of fake
which is our biggest mistake,
Insta have became our friend
and the world is near to the end.
What's wrong with us?
Don't you think we
have to discuss?
Anything could be,but love
nonetheless,game of chance
win we live,die we loss
destiny no where,but luck
journey sickens and tiredness rewards
mere a hope and succession of trials
Dream after dream we enjoy
the beginnings, new beginnings and the more beginnings
Thanks to the forgetfulness
we are saved of grief
Love the dance in pain,but blessing
the soul enjoys whirling,new whirling and the more whirling
Blessed for the delusion of eyes
the giant stars appears tiny
heart needs conclusion,but ecstasy
the rain,new rain and the more rain
ME..
me!!
yes, that's me.
roaming in my room,
nowhere to go.
with a trembling body,
and my voice is just so low,
That's me! Yes, That's me!
laying in my bed,
scrolling instagram.
can't find the happiness,
everything is scam.
Lot of friends to talk to,
Lot's of people around me,
But I prefer to stay lonely.
Yes, That's me!
Some say I am positive,
Some say I am overtalkative,
But only I know,
that I am very Negative.
ME, That's me!!
Yes, It is always Me.
you broke my
heart.
but you were too far away
to stitch it back
together.
place where mind was reaching with so much ease,
eyes and hands could never.
Virtual peace is a tempest
Filter flipped image betrays
Surreal people can tempt us
Validity is a mirrored maze
Fake befriends us flimsily
Roller coaster emotion cued
Midday in minutes celebrity
A million likes acrewed
Instagram's grimy agenda -
Tempting tid bits to imbibe
Sponsor is content moulder
Trends with which to abide
Facile images wrap wanting
In flashy eyesore cellophane
White smile wide so taunting
Sells prettied desires innane
Improved self hovers inticingly
Unscrupulous spruker won't refute
Product spin drips like rotisserie
Placed tastiest low hung fruit
Bamboozled by the beautiful
Venommed vast eyed viewers
Suck insta famous inflated ramble
Screen sheen sugar allures
13th August 2020
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