Iphone Poems - Poems about Iphone

I was thinking of a bummer - do iPhones get any dumber every time you drop 'em? Nowadays, I'm a ding-a-ling. I really depend on that thing. My brain don't work, my phone don't ring - I wish I could swap 'em....

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Once upon a time, in the early years before I walked and talked, a cell phone at my ears… before Instagram or Pinterest or Facebook strived to overtake my very mind, sometimes, I felt like my heart had been forsook leaving me troubled, on the edge of life’s shadows forgiven by God, even though I’d often mistook darkness for light, wrong for...

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One kiss and I fall like A green leaf on the bed Your lullaby lips Go to my head I find my body tingles At just the thought of Any kind of interaction with you Real or imagined So much so I wonder if it Will be harder to deal with reality Should we ever meet Than it is to live in...

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iPhone Maniacs crankshaft tendencies secure a brace of sly meatballs truth daggers entice the worm girls with petite pastas creature lilacs uproot themselves for pink dippity-do gels white nylon ghost legs roam outer space in latex leotards metacarpal syringes find porous outcries in the gloaming crankshaft tendencies welcome the tilted exonerations iPhone maniacs fondle frothing bananas mindlessly now demon spiders ooze inside...

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because you need it watch the shares drop Owners of iphone -Prince Andrew- -Donald Trump- -Boris Johnston- -Adolph Hitler-okay i made this one up but you know he would have maybe they have made one that stops you sweating brrrrrmmmm cchhhhhhhhhhhh ( a drum roll)...

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The Art of a Dying Man David J Walker The dam was broken and The man trying to save it Worked alone As we watched through the lens of an iPhone hoping to capture the moment of collapse As the names of hero’s have changed on plaques of a media enriched society Where watchers become stars in the constellation of the unintended...

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I have a picture of you It's on my new iPhone And our favorite song Play's on the ring tone There's a message from you So I can hear your voice I love the video we made While at la playa del sol Soft and easy The sun sat behind clouds And disappeared And the ocean sang the night has come It's here Hand in hand we...

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Writing a poem with only my thumbs Opposable digits are A-number one Will autocorrect fix the words I write wrong? Not all words are lucky as I coax them along My phone keyboard clicking as I’m typing the words Now back to correct my fast-thumb-spelling turds How long can I go with these poor thumbs of mine? Most likely for hours, they’re...

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It does not matter how much I pray God does not give me the time of day That "omnipotent" snot Did not try to save squat When my iPhone drowned yesterday!...

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I got these old habits that I’m trying to kill Like kick off the ills Of these psychotropic pills Cause I’m someone else They turned me into someone else What you say, it’ll all come back Whether love or it’s hate both strange like an asylum toxic waste Yea that negatives a toxic waste people want to get rich Then it happens too fast See a lack...

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My youngest son was dropping my iPhone. Unfortunately, not just once, but almost twice. If someone interested- take the mishap and own. He is three years, with fair hair and brightly brown eyes....

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I shoot up above the silent, spellbound crowd, Gaping down at their bright hands with glassy eyes, Then I pierce the satin clouds that dress the skies, And drift in space toward that eternal shroud, The vast field of stars that angels tilled and plowed. How the crowd tilts down their heads with gazeless eyes, Staring tongue-tied at handheld luminous lies! Yet...

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Pushed on by memory By the bus, wrong stop, buttons touched too much Left behind, the mind and all connections Locked on display, light only, the tower knows To triangulate your position beep beep to passengers Unlike soap in the mouth as a punishment Iphone alone There is no cure for stupidity Not purified or purged Say something wrong my primal ones Numbers don't really...

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Me Myself and Iphone How’s the line can you hear me now I’m getting bad reception They say these gadgets make life easier But maybe that’s self deception I saw seven girls walking by the other day You’d think out to enjoy the sun and the view Six on their phones, one with nothing to say Or perhaps just no one to say...

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The Age of Consent was once ten To ensure there were virgins for men But young girls love candy Which cads have kept handy Since Mary of Magdalene Now the Age of Consent is 16 With virgins nowhere to be seen On an iPhone screen Obscene is routine As girls document coming clean With no age tattoo to impress Her age is anyone's guess Though less than...

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