Newspapers Poems - Poems about Newspapers

our platform had no newspapers, so i yelled at someone to throw one across the tracks

i need to know what's going on
we're barren over here, yet over there
look at them smugly reading the NEWS

'can you throw one over pal?'
he pretends not to hear me
and looks down the platform

he's pretending to see if his train is about to 
arrive, thomas and friends, and it won't be
here soon, so wind it in

We Are Here

We are here sorrowfully happy
We are here crying and smiling
We are Rich only on TV
We are Rich only on newspapers.

Where are they says the leaders
Give them the remnants to eat
They deserves a natural glass of wine
And something to take as protein.

We are here living happily happy
With our swollen faces smiling
Lest we appear wretched on TV
Wearing

A Treatise on Newspapers

    Newspapers can be logs for the fire
        or non-functional rolling pins

    Obsolete as white-stockinged town criers
        along with typewriters ~ has-beens

Unread Newspapers

We get to see you rise, step on the cold floor
When the clock strikes five in the dark.
Your cell goes gaga over nothing, you lie
next to our lot, begging attention.

When the lily in your garden and the mynah 
Over the sill shows up, your sleep spent,
You look at the mirror to get a fresh impression

The Familiar To You and Me

We would French Burgundy sip,
Hands of intimate ones grip,
Up the flaps of trousers zip,
Together documents clip,
Through borrowed newspapers flip,
Buckets into rivers dip,
Good waiters in hotels tip,
Open promised parcels rip,
Penniless The Costly skip,
Ideas we think okay quip;
Across Big Waters things ship

We would from seen danger slip,
Try not to over stones trip, 
In the bud the hurting

Movin' On Up

I once wrote Op-Eds for a regional daily paper
Until the new publisher thought me too liberal
He preferred to publish a sensational caper
Than alternative views, well-expressed, literal,
God forbid the public be encouraged to think
Or have the opportunity to read opposing views,
Which is primarily why many local papers stink
Filled, as they are, with advertisements and old news!
After

Tribute To Al Capp

Dogpatch
Daisy Mae
Little Abner
T. Cornpone USA
Al Capp

The Future of a Pixilated Past

The Future of a Pixilated Past
David J Walker

I see you in every page
Of the archived newspaper 
That survived to tell our stories again
When the day and date is alive 

and I look forward to
Greeting you revived 
at a different stage of
The kaleidoscope ride that
Stops only when its time to get off

I see me in every

Trusting the Press

In the past, people trusted the press.
For the press had a certain noblesse.
But today, I would say,
trust has withered away —
we are now very hard to imPRESS.

Newspapers

Newspapers 
 
 I read a few people read the newspaper anymore
I have in the shed the English written publication going back
twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian
which no longer sell their broadsheet abroad.
Regarding the local newspaper that first was run by a Canadian
It was fun to read they even printed my eccentric

A World of Rolled Up Newspapers - Section B

Let me ask you, how does the poem change
when "dog" is addressed in the female gender?


              come now little "....."

                    stop shaking

 

A World of Rolled Up Newspapers

come now little dog

                                 stop shaking

                 

Old Newspapers

When I’m away The New York Times
Gets piled beside my door. 
(For longer trips, I hang a bag
To keep them off the floor.)

I read them all when I get back,
In order that they came,
Enjoying news that’s “old;” at least,
That’s what some people claim.

I likely know the bare bones
Of most stories and their stars
From radio and

Newspapers

The world revolves these days with strife:
War rears ugly as harsh threats shout;
Terror involves sad loss of lives;
What a pity the down and out.


Brisk tabloid sales paint grim and mad;
Here and somewhere, man devours man;
Killing makes pale reason turned bad;
Then here and there, murder attends.


Newspapers tell of tragedy;
So much to say on the dark side;
Coffers

Newspapers Are So Last Century

Newspapers Are So Last Century

By Elton Camp

You still get a paper a young man sneered
Obviously thinking that I was quite weird

He thought that getting the news online
Should, for me, be just perfectly fine

While I am in the process of transition,
I still see need to take the print edition

For one, nothing else does so fine 
A

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