Notifications Poems - Poems about Notifications

... I fell. Not with a cry, nor with glory, but as a cross falls from the chest of one who forgot how to believe. I fell on a Wednesday, when the rain smelled of raw fish, and the hurried wor......

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... I had to change email addresses. I couldn't keep up with the alt accounts— ten helpings of the same subject. you know they're automatic? after you sign up you have to go to settings,......

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... Rukmini: Today, people fight over attention, Cry over seen-but-not-replied, Count minutes and measure loyalty through apps. But love… true love… is not measured in notifications.......

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...after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot I met a woman on a glitching screen, her face a whisk of pixels and prayer. She spoke of shattered systems and survived code, “The cloud remembers eve......

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...We sit a few inches apart, with bright screens separating us through an invisible ocean, We speak in pre-packaged echoes, algorithms feeding us thoughts that are not ours at all, I send you a messa......

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...Slave without the chains hurt without pain Wild yet untamed Born with out a name Why stand out while others are the same. They tell me I'm free— but my alarm clock owns my mornings, my boss......

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...Red Flags He hides his phone when you’re near, Fingers fumble, clouded fear. Notifications off at night, Darkness veils the glaring light. Silent whispers in his chest, Half-truths spoken, ......

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...Wake. Commute. Work. Repeat. They call this living? I call it the hamster wheel— spinning faster each year while the cage only shrinks. Three jobs to afford one roof. Two hours of dayl......

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...all you ever needed was to be felt seen. you hid yourself from this nasty world, you moulded a side of you that hid your secrets perfectly. my best friend don’t be afraid, you carried me into thi......

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...We sit inches apart, glowing screens between us, a thousand miles wide. We speak in echoes, algorithm-fed replies, pre-packaged thoughts we never owned. I send you a message. You send bac......

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...To be clear... I’m not asking you to love this. I’m asking for you to meet me where the words land hard— where syllables ignite like the last coin burning a hole into your palm— ......

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...The living room, Laughter clinging like a warm embrace, Yet silence wraps us in a shroud. Faces aglow from screens, Eyes reflecting curated lives, Fingers dancing over glass, As warmth slips th......

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...Crumbled like dust and I began to stumble like ashes with a gust of wind – that’s what I felt before exchanging smiles and goodbyes… Oblivious obviously…removing the plank from my own eyes of deep-i......

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...I stare into the void of glowing screens, A modern-day oracle, my silent confidante. How did life lead me to this pixelated precipice? A chasm waiting to be bridged by strangers' stories. The h......

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...gaslight me the movie of my underdeveloped consciousness give me a hand take thine arm without the silent treatment and a thank you for the mind fook hoovering is not allowed this is ......

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