Screens Poems - Poems about Screens

Minds turned into images Barren moments, parched feelings Drowned in haste and unease, Self-indulgent and covetous Desolate technology slaves Imprisoned in closed cabins Chained to the chairs Eyes fixed on the screens Human skeletons with dried hearts Drained and deserted relationships Torn emotions and tainted lives Emptiness all around Ruled by commerce and profit Turning world in to market With frozen conscience Infringing the peace...

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In the twilight of a restless world, where minds are chained to glowing screens, The machine-like hum of existence drowns the whispers of the soul, People move like automatons, their essence eroded by the electronic tide, A slow degradation of well-being, a quiet erosion of dignity, intolerable in the end. In this programmed environment, where the air grows thick...

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Cultivate the ability to transcend for you were born to rise in the eyes of the creator from the beginning Know that you're always winning as you're the embodiment of the creative principal that brings everything into being What you're seeing is your inner self being projected outwardly on a screen In other words, you are the actor & director of your life...

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Our screens can be a mirror to our moods Or conversely a window for the good...

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(Author’s note: This poem is a humorous look at how the pandemic changed our technology, our relationships, and maybe even our spiritual quests.) God’s on Mute By Mark D. Stucky We forgot how to talk during the pandemic. Glitches often bedeviled us, and we erratically conversed. Technology was cursed but also godsent. We had to learn new words and new meanings of words when Zoom burst...

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The obscure conceals, all lights... The luminous gleams, ...

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the dark hides, all lights... the clear clarifies, ...

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(Dylan Thomas, Oct 1914 – Nov 1953) I as one who has never touched the shining Big Apple – as ruthless then as it's ruthless now – gaze at its romantic pictures moving on my TV screen depicting New York's glistening streets of the nineteen fifties, the decade Dylan died there. Screaming lights and busy marquees dance in the sparkling, winking streets; cars hopeful and...

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God allowed us to invent them: chess, mancala, Ludo, CC-saga; And Candy Crunch Saga claims to be played everywhere Methinks "On all seven continents, including Antartica." Earlier I wrote about Candy Crunch, got to Level 300. No caveat emptor Since I am not an employee, nor am I advertising for CC-saga H ere I am about to play Level 1291 Ooh...

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I am not from the 'show me state' of Missouri, but I should have been. One of my greatest weaknesses is that I tend to be a 'natural born sceptic'. I believe in 'being shown' and not just told, to ease my feeling of being 'sold'. Even after that, there is no certainty, because we are not always...

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They were 'futuristic scenes' 'Coming soon' to cinema screens Forlorn, abandoned downtowns deserted streets, rot and decay Forget the cinemas ~ future's here today...

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I really need my Dell computer can’t live without a cell phone to my ear Anything to keep me from being by myself, alone or from anyone growing too dear. I commute to work at 8 am I swear at the other cars I seclude myself behind office walls and wait all day to hit the bars I have the latest model SUV 201 channels...

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Information Overload Lost in data, Lost in tears, Empty words, promises, Presented with flowers, The Truth and the lies, Together, hand in hand, Information Overload, From our waking to our sleep, Words thrown to take our soul, Lies raised up, To the highest Throne, And yet we know, Our lives depend on them, As slowly our Feet, Sink deeper into Snow, Information Overload, With Flashing screens, The Joker with his charming Smile, Waiting for his...

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Train Journey Home Hopeful eyes, Searching glaring screens, searching for some sign of love, Switching on, switching off, switching on, Us, A people, of stolen souls, Destined to flick through emptiness, Digital media, This agency of silent desperation, Outsourced spirituality, Paper castles and empty rooms, Designed by the few, To steal us from the very now, The very now, that would wake us, That could raise...

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*Fiction/For Contest They sat in the ice cream shop, sharing their favorite ice cream Sweet on their lips, sweet as their love, that brightened the place They smiled and laughed with ice cream sprinkles on their faces Their sensitive love had blossomed many years ago, ready for a life time They were meant for each other, complimenting each other in...

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