Phones Poems - Poems about Phones

...I'm new to Pennsylvania as mentioned previously, a native Marylander, originally. I bought a small condo and right across the hall, is one older owner struggling with memory recall. Last week a n......Read the rest...

...Windows that aren’t real windows. Outside is fake too. The fence is real though, I tried. Crayons aren’t sharp. But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. They turn the phones off at this time. ......Read the rest...

... There’s a place, a space Parallel to ours I wear the same face Have the same shoe size But I wear fancier duds It's a suit and tie My hair is short, not long I’m not sad there, I’m sm......Read the rest...

...Creepy patience, eerie desires following the dreamlike honeycomb, consistent unawareness, wax in tatters, exhaling fortune-tellers, spooky scenario, come in harlequin mischievous, that is not time......Read the rest...

... 8 minutes! Doesn’t seem like much time does it. It’s .8% of the time each day we are awake. But 8 minutes in some cases…could be all the time it takes. I heard a man tell a story about a dear......Read the rest...

...Families are not The same anymore They seem to be More distant, they’re Not close at all They barely have time To pray and eat together Everyone’s looking at Or on their cell phones Even ta......Read the rest...

...The New Tyranny  I had this nagging headache and went to see my doctor, his waiting room was full of humanity with an assortment of illnesses The table in the middle of the floor used to be full......Read the rest...

...education is more challenging now than it was twenty-five years ago Many young teachers are running from the profession They optimistially thought that children would listen and learn Many want to......Read the rest...

...What is a land line? I asked twenty-seven third graders. None of them knew, it was an antiquated term in 2022. I told them that if they had phones that stayed in one spot… That is a landline, we u......Read the rest...

...I call them spirits They contact me in a variety of ways I can smell one of them; he smells like Old Spice My father I can see one of them Also my father I also glimpse a native American spir......Read the rest...

...I need not travel far to sense God’s nearness -- the trill of His many lyrical voices – Surely the oriole knows same intimacy; as does every petal on the thrilling rose, dripping luscious co......Read the rest...

... Expression Poetry Contest Sponsor-Silent One Written 4/15/24 A Time To Reflect As my last sunset nears I look back at the sunrise And dwell on the past I order another b......Read the rest...

...In the knowledge of humanity, enfolded in the jammed mundane, Allow yourself to take a breath, and let go of yesterday. No black screens, no phones, no internet today; We embrace the present tapp......Read the rest...

..."Lee, you awake?" Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?" Nowhere, my call? Fold. Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long, Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever the faces. The......Read the rest...

... Notorious songs, Playing along. Announcing the undercurrent Of frustration and distrust. To belong is fairly simple. Open the door, See all the people! ......Read the rest...