Short Cel Poems
Short Cel Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cel by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cel by length and keyword.
When you come to my home for a visit,
would you like a fork and knife,
while eating your cel phone ?
Head bowed,
Face down,
Man walked
Intrigued
By his
Cel phone
As the
True world
Bypassed
His mind:
He loves
That screen,
More than
Beauty.
R-eader
O-f
S-weet
E-xpression
C-heerfully
E-njoys
L-iterary
G-reetings
A-s
R-apturous
C-omposition
I-s
A-uthored
Topic: Birthday of Rose-cel C. Garcia (January 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-oyful
O-pus
A-bout
N-atal
N-ote
A-pplies
C-reative
E-xpression
L-etting
R-emembrance
U-se
L-ovely
L-ines
O-f
D-elightful
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Joanna Cel Rulloda (December 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Beneath the salutation of stars a million people run free
most of them are in little cars, forgetting how to be
above us only skies are privy to the charms of a stars glee
with all those tiny gadgets, cel phones, & texts we don't see
how all that information, never seems to require a "WE "
Rich chocolate 'pon my thin lips.
On taste buds twang sits
Minute; lifetime on big hips.
Now clothes don't fit
To a diet must commit
Carrots celery dip
Peanut chocolate dip permit
My pants can now zip
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: The 7/5 Trochee Poetry Contest
using choc lit as pronunciation
Celery pronounced cel ry
Did anyone say vegan
oh you mean Meagan
No she died ears ago
eating a pulpit
wat !!! she ate wood chips !!!
Yes Mima ,her intestinal tract
blew up like a big balloon, splintered and crackled
her cel phone gave her miiginites ringatitus
what a turd,... stay away from dah freakin' cel phone
or you'll wind up limp, like a piece of lettuce
I sit in this cocoon of lonely thought
re-reading all your texts and little notes
I close my cel but I am slow to blot
the words that you have sent just yesterday;
You promised me that you were here to stay
but then you sadly tore my heart 's remote,
you said you loved me but, you loved me not.
August 16, 2018
Contest Name: Rhyme Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Black as the coal dust turned the faces
Of miners with pick-axes digging black gold
Black is beautiful we are constantly told,
And it is…regardless of skin-conscious races.
Black is the outline of cel frames unpainted
Before the artist fills in the blank spaces,
Before the reality of the light embraces
Purity of the soul will persist untainted.
written August 26, 2021
for "The Color Black" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
I don't need little emoticons I need sunshine in my face
I don't need face book likes I need you over by my place
I don't need messenger chat I need a friend with skin on
I don't need cel beebs nor empty stares that say I'm gone
I don't want technology to rule my day its plastic anyway
I don't want an email to say "I'm having a baby any day"
I do want to write good poetry on a sunny beach and say,
this has been a good day cuz I haven't googled away, my day.