Interactive Poems | Examples

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Premium Member I'm Eighty Percent Neanderthal

Good evening, dear lady, how do you do?
I humbly present myself to you.  
It's true.  I just escaped from the zoo,

but I'm not a snake or ocelot, 
and though, on my coat, you see a spot, 
I'll give you everything I've got -

and while I have a tail, prehensile,
I have what you need - the essential.
So, put down that kitchen utensil.

My finger claws are all retractive.
So, let's get wild and interactive.
A neanderthal can be attractive.

Premium Member A QUESTION--

He was perceived inadequate
Acostic and accused interactive.
Convicted guilty the free will
Unapologetic even still

Shown bested to be a king
In his own mind such a thing

8/29/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026

Premium Member but his Ideas are so Weird

Ivan an industrious inventor was labelled imbecilic by some
They thought his ideas bizarre, strange, weird, crazy and dumb
Not one single original idea in any of their feathered heads
He became a billionaire when he invented his interactive dog beds.


At 6

At 6

At 6 I could concentrate on 
7 aspects of a 
problem at 
the same time. Irreversibility was 
exceptional (award winning). I could 
mentally undo 
actions, even undo mentally all 
actions of 
people, objects alive, and 
animals. I’d high telegraphic speech; leaving out 
nonessential words was a 
cinch. Syntax and vocabulary was 
the envy of 
the children in 
the street, and 
of course, the envy of 
the children and teachers (parents too) at 
Elmwood Primary. High focus span, countless items 
remembered. Gender identity strong and 
healthy. Gender roles 
understood. Skipped over 
imitation stage. Master of 
observational learning. Poor parallel (side by 
side) play. Not much interest in 
cooperative play. Non interactive! Preferred to 
be around 
family.

Premium Member OP ART a poetic


 Op Art

  dynamic
visual
leverages
to
actively
  engage

with
  precise
striking
  effects
of
dots
  lines

    manipulation
of perception
in
skillful
   ever-changing
arrangements
to
  vibrate
interaction
 & contrast
&
engage
  focus
&interactive
  experience
in
immersive
  encounters

Premium Member Totally At Odds

OUR DIFFERENCES ARE LIKE PIECES OF A PUZZLE CALLED LIFE,
that didnt seem so obvious at first, 
but looking back you can expect the worst,
when strained expressions show one’s true feelings,
at a sore point or stray word amid our dealings,
the odds and ends didnt seem to fit,
try as we may there’s just no making sense of it,
I give a little ground and so do you,
but honestly we just can’t seem to bridge,
that awful gap that’s getting in the way,
breakthroughs sometimes work but not for long,
I hate to sing that same old boring song,
what keeps us far apart is like a curse,
our would be fixes only make the problem worse,
It isn’t like a crossword or some jigsaw,
an interactive game to be looked up,
where answers can be found in how to books,
online website or handy guide,
I wonder is it time to say goodbye,
maybe we can give it one more try


Premium Member A Munch Aloud

A MUNCH ALOUD
trembling anxiety expressed in a  dream
an hallucinatory voice with an interactive scream-
A single inflection to give a meaning to life

Interactive Translation and Own Phrases

ABSURD
  absolute absurdity the human being,
  being alive, no reason to live...

     INTELLIGENCE
A living fool, surpasses in physics intelligence
a dead intellectual...

    IT IS BETTER

The laughter of the living is better than crying
of the dead...

    DEAD
The dead survives in memories
of the living...

    LOVE
More real and further alive than
death is life with love...

We Crave For Peace Not Another Rose of Hiroshima

Do not produce children
telepathic hypochondriac...
don't transform girls
  in symptomatic blind
don't do women
changed functions
think of the wounds
Like splenic roses
But oh don't forget
the rose of the rose
From the rose of Hiroshima
the perpetual rose
the radioactive rose
monstrous and stupid
The hepatic rose with cirrhosis
The anti rose, atomic
discolored and unperfumed
Sans rose sans nothing... !   


  PS Interactive reinterpretation of the poem Rosa de Hiroshima from Vinicius
de Morais, Brazilian poet BY Alkas poetry

Saga of Cyber World

**Rigmarole of Computer Science**

A world of all practical reality,
Full of quantity with various quality,
An online environment with multiple facilities,
Plays a dominant role in every activity...

Strategies and technologies,
Count it with phone, radio, telex,
Developments and informatics,
Including television, photographs and graphics...

Digital systems with advanced concepts,
Makes our life almost perfect,
Whether it's computing the uncountable,
Or doing the impossible...

Not just a boon for the whole universe,
The world is also dealing with it's curse,
Hard to understand but make people curious,
The brightest, the smartest yet most dangerous...

Pushing businesses to another level through networking,
Shopping, travel, payments or brand building,
Data storing and electronic representation,
Consider social media and interactive stimulation...

Humiliating virtually or false dishonouring,
Be it cyber frauds or cyber bullying,
Such actions are deliberate and done repeatedly,
Can cause great harm, so be aware and use carefully...

Written by- Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions

Heaven Is Not a Place

We leave and return
step into and out of then, when, and now.

All is travelling back to the beginning 
where the unbegun begins and ends.
Nothing is happening 
anywhere
it already happened. 

This life is a review, a game replayed.
Imagine an audience and a constantly playing 
digital movie. In this interactive game
we can choose to change rolls and parts,
live in any other shoes at any time.

Why do we choose to do this?
What else would a timeless, eternal beings doing?

Heaven is not a place; it is state of mind.

Together as one
we are travelling back to an Alpha moment, 
one Omega stride at a time.

Premium Member A Tale of Daring and Bravery

Eating a bowl of red jello
    a friendly alligator said hello

  Sociable me greeted him back
    not desiring a 'gator attack

  Came across an amiable bear
    asked me if I'd brush his hair

  Trembling scared, I took the dare
    mouthing a secret, silent prayer

  Met up with a smiley lion
    offered me a drink of his wine

  I didn't refuse this chance to defuse
    a meet-up I could only lose...

  All this happened in our new, 'interactive' zoo
    ~ which I'd vote to defund, if I were you

Premium Member Cleriew Munch

Edvard Munch noted for an interactive scream
trembling anxietiy expressed in  dream
so famous you now can see
it expressed asan emoji

Premium Member Actuality

ACTUALITY

so remote
distinction
between
appearance &
where
 reality
   exists
illumed


self-assertive
yet fallible
 by
 mutual suspicion
insecurity
   &petty
appearance
but
unusually
interactive
&
 motivated
   focused
&purposed

perspective
 with the idea
of
love
in
 relationship
 so very real
with a  sense
 denial of self 
 capable
 of
genuinely
  telling
&
portraying
 a life
free to be

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

Todays the Day

Good morning I said to myself as I lazily looked out of my bunker’s door ,
Between the trees I could see The sky was grey -which suited the mood of those who had chosen the path to stay in the city and absorb the interactive smart food and such 
I remember the day I thought enough was enough- the current world leader who was in his 143 year had just announced the outlawing of those who held faith with any other but him and his filthy minions of health ,media and technology .

It had been two months since then and several angelic warnings delivered by Gabriel himself of the end times  that would ensue - should the technocracy continue to not repent ,
These warnings were written in the sky and came into the hearts of us all - so it’s not like we could’ve ignored them.

Well today was the day -time had run out for the wicked and their foul ways ,
I stubbed my cigarette out closed the bunker door and thought 
“in your own time GABE”

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