Short Cell Poems
Short Cell Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cell by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cell by length and keyword.
This building is burning to the ground.
Save the old man or save the baby we found?
"He knows what TV is, he's already going down."
Form:
Guards singing the " Blues"
Bars can not enclose a King
History in cage...
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for Abe Lopez's contest " From a Birmingham Jail"
His phone was set on silent mode
When he tried to quickly up-load
There was no response
So, he grabs a croissant
Then fixed it by changing the code
its my office indeed
it a need
to have this
its on my running list
as my bag sag
to have my
as i carry on to the sun
to have my
CELL PHONE ON THE RUN
My match was for hell in the cell
But the referee didn't ring the bell
I was beat through the floor
But the crowd wanted more
I was stomped all the way into hell
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Waiting
In a cell
To be fed
Close my
Eyes
Seeing
Universes
Of red
Stay away
From the
Black hole
Universes
That pull
Our souls
Closer, closer
Closer…
Buzz-buzz cell phone
Have you news for me?
Yes sir, yes sir look and you will see
One about a pastor
One about a game
One about great big lies
We tell you that are lame
There once was a brash barmaid named Belle
Her virtue she would selflessly sell
she was nicked by the cops
for illegal house stops
She now spends her spare time in a cell
You’re filled up with worry and dread,
So you empty your heart and your head,
But it’s all damned to hell
‘cause she’s obsessed with her cell,
and hasn’t heard a word that you’ve said.
locked - cell
dark hides in my place
my vains are filled with ebony
cut me and find out
my inner peace is lost outside
i will drown you where you stand
i eat egg eaters
K.
cell life be
to sell your time...
and all-ways have your
phone-on-knee so when...
connect-shunts come you'll be
in a realistic 'ok, act-you-all' as at tea...
stans sand
your heart beats with mine,
side by side,
your smile lights up my day,
a shimmering shine,
i see your cloudy eyes,
staring through mine,
the glow brighter,
than the stars in the sky.
an angry woman
bashed another woman’s face—
cell-block
© December 7, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: BLOCK~ BLOCK~ BLOCK Sponsored by:
Destroyer ~ Poet
Not home
Mind blown
No ring tone
all alone
zone......
metronome
Not home
Lives monochrome
all alone
zone..........
metronome
Not home
So silicone
No ring tone
all alone
beer zone?
Girl and Cell Phone
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
The phone was stuck to her ear.
Everyone she wanted to hear.
Every moment thus consumed,
Her life not resumed,
Sad life – it doth appear!
He sits in his cell
with his guitar and his songs
his skin and his ink
his pain and his thoughts
He dreams of his freedom
but it seems to far to grasp
so, he sits in his cell
and waits till the days pass
Cell Phone
Busy Device
Ringing, Living, Draining
Needed, In Touch, Emails, Facebook
Overload
Have you frequented a restaurant close to home
Noticed how many diners are on their phones
An epidemic I'd say
Indigestion is at play
All through the restaurant you can hear people moan
I refuse to spend evenings alone!
I will share them with you "in the zone."
There’s no better connection,
finer show of affection...
than to stare next to you at my phone.
Candlelight leans against ancient stones, a single flame steadying the dim.
My breath circles the quiet room—slow orbit returning to its center.
In that small, unwavering glow, I learn how emptiness becomes peace.
Know why our phones are called “cell phones”
Because we are prisoners no matter what time zone
Nosy listeners can only hear
One side using both ears
We're even able to talk while sitting on the throne
A Martian spy from the earth fled
and to his superiors said,
“Although no one is near,
they still talk hand to ear.
Too much oxygen’s gone to their head.”
For Carolyn Devnoshire's contest: Out of this world limericks
There once was a girl from San Angelo
who used a cell phone for friends she did know.
She’d ring a tune, talk till they had to go.
Her bill was huge
Dad became scrooge
Phone now sits in his locked drawer just so.
From the window of the cell
where I locked myself
often I looked
at the window
of your cell.
.
You also are locking yourself
In a small cell.
I wonder sometimes
whether you peeped
at my window
while I was not there.
.
Your tiny symbols make me squint and squall.
The eyes are getting older after all.
I'm cool enough to text.
But what do I push next?
I need a kid to show me how to call!
for contest"Techno-Limerick"
sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire