Pods Poems - Poems about Pods

In pods, pale and emaciated- muscles atrophied, their eyes behind thick goggles deflecting stroboscopic lights- they sit for hours with empty smiles. Each human in a private pod lost in grounded bliss: every want and need, fulfilled by technological AI wonders; instant information and amusement. Touch of a button simulation to other places via virtual reality- the world unto themselves; lives filled with at-whim commands; their necessities- delivered...

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The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry Fear, you are weightier than gravity in pulling the stomach to the ground. Rotors slowed and sound waned as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete in a road ripping, heart stopping flame. A distant plane plunged to wing tipping contact, its fireball cruel and final. My window pane, an unfiltered screen, showing horrors as I stood with...

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As sudden, as unforeseen As by which hand, in gusts Heart to heart does flick. As burs felt then stick. And as unlikely, across Which space, insurmountable Divides, immense is For the differences....

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Mother Earth chooses her pods, seeds and sprouts wisely. Gently nurturing fruits, vegetables and a variety of nuts. Her naked goodness oozes out, saturating the souls of the recipients. She is careful to nourish her children in a multitude of tasty ways....

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icy fingers grip small hibernating seed pods awaiting spring rain written January 17, 2021...

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Like a weedy bed of roses Someone gave up on long ago My spirit whispered regret That would never let me go The thorns from the roses Grew strong and wild While the beautiful roses Were faded into their pods Like that weedy flower bed My heart was weak and drawn Feeling more like an ember Than a vibrant, passionate fire The roses were bent and dreary Damaged...

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Three pea pods on the vine Odd wee bee walks entwine Twitch, squish it is bewitched Which three peas snap a wish Fly lights on the pod Sniffle the pea bloom awed Fly sees three, jumps so pleased Flip, flip, flip twitches its wings Bird spied the bee and fly Swoop down, down, down awry Three pea pods on the vine Bee and fly flee...

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I pods I phones I pads Eye like them all Weirdly enough they all contribute to more Me time I time Me and I I and me Enjoying myself greatly Doing what I want to do Compromising with no one Word games U-tube My own song list I pods I phones I pads Eye like them all...

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What if electronics had never been invented? Would people be as rude to each other? What if we had no I-phones? Would we still be talking in person? What if the child did not have its own TV set? Would it still talk to its parents? What if social media had never been invented? Would we know what LMAO means?...

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Dandelion pods rescued by thoughts riding the wind, a gorgeous place to leave your cares...no different than perhaps a lottery ticket, do you know your lucky numbers are frequencies mapping presence, seeing, feeling, knowing a moment of punctuated equilibrium nurtured onto a grid exemplifying matter phosphorous trails fill the patterns attempts to make sense of it all nature the backdrop for the play of...

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In pods, pale and emaciated- muscles atrophied, they sit behind thick goggles deflecting stroboscopic lights; huge headsets droning weird sounds. Each human in a private pod lost in grounded bliss: every want and need, fulfilled thru technological wonders; instant information, entertainment. Touch of a button simulation to other places, via virtual reality. No need to travel. Invited humans to visit in 3-D; necessities, via robotic...

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