Phone Poems - Poems about Phone

God is always speaking, through people, things and all the time. He speaks through the weather, disasters and yes, even crime. Telling us to turn around, you're going the wrong way. Things are happening to you, because you're refusing to obey. There are messages from Him, all around we can see. Some have been passed down, through our history. Deep down...

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She said I love you. I said I love you. The waitress said I love you. The table of ten said I love you. Am I in a movie? Will they soon break out in song? We broke out in laughter. It’s all right though it feels all wrong. Perhaps the whole world could learn - unashamedly exclaim the same; and laughter, likewise engages the...

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Scam Likely called me eleven times yesterday Fifty-two times this week I do not pick up I used to though When I was younger sales calls were a personal challenge to me. I wanted to see if I could make them hang up first. Salesman: Do you own your own home? Me: No, but I would love to. Can you send me...

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Kyrielle Sonnet They search, phones held tightly, spellbound moments parting in the background phone screens, maybe the newest pill Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will? They’re seeking this life’s cutting-edge is it their hearts and souls they’ll pledge? from where they stand, life’s all downhill Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will? They know that life moves by, passing finger on...

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I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet, Charts were clean, no sign of heat. NY session, chill as can be, Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me: “Trump is back, and he's not done— More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter fun!” He taxed China, slapped their goods, Markets flipped—I lost my “shoulds.” Steel from Canada? Hit with a fee, Even Mexico got no trading...

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And the phone rings Your name splashed across my screen I answer but you are not there Were you ever? A thousand times my hand has hovered Balanced over your number Torn between wanting Knowing what will happen Clinking glasses, muffled voices Straining, to hear you again Waiting, wanting, hoping But it’s too late Too late to be calling me Another reckless accident The definition of us A fitting...

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Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet? Our son was about five years old. We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy. He ran over to the phone and picked it up. As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial...

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'Least likely' times three, Putting me through difficulty To persuade me to go away, Axing with, "Have a nice day..." So much for a 'Protection Plan'! That maze through which no one can, Defeat the 'Crooked Counterplan'! The 'gods of profit' win again! (sigh) 'Most likely' times three, These "gods of profit' turn beastly, And poison justice everywhere, Until their profit becomes a snare! Israel's leaders blind and...

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It couldn't last forever But tell that to my heart I can't my love just sever It's become of me a part Although I knew I couldn't Regardless though, I did Now moving on I shouldn't But who am I trying to kid? They'll always be desire My love was more than feel I played inside a fire And now the burns are...

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I see a phone as mostly an annoyance, I get ten or so calls as each day goes by. My comfort zone is the bottom of a rut, and most calls want a slice of our pie. My first two lines I was interrupted twice, both times my wife calling from the store. At mealtime it appears hooked to my fork, The...

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A saint once procured for her phone Entirely a new type of tone. When starting to ring, The angels would sing, Direct from the heavenly zone. ...

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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 back a reaction. A digital thumb, a cartoon heart, a flicker of presence— then gone. We gather in crowded rooms, silent, heads bowed in reverence to the gospel of notifications. A congregation of ghosts, all here, all absent. Your voice is there, but flattened. Your...

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a cell phone grows out of his right ear he neither hears or sees his parents or his neighbors...

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Dropped the receiver, when Jill tried to phone my old retriever, won’t pick up his bone no more beer or cigarettes I’m still here, with my regrets she’s in Geneva, with that guy, Jerome. ...

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On the first day of the new year in a nature preserve not far from our home we ran across a Wind Phone when on our visit to a giant gnome. The 17’ tall gnome (whose name is Gnomeo) was impressive and a fun way to start the day… but what caught our eyes and touched our hearts was...

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