Short Texting Poems
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They’re out there again,
texting tweets and lighting crosses
over heartfelt kiss.
Congratulations to the Rams and Michael Sams.
With all the texting that we do,
God's still waiting to hear from you.
And while you're reading your e-mails,
God's picking up His knee-mails.
It started with a face with eyes that wink
You asked why she didn't blink
Nodded to disagree
'Cause there's empty decree
Of your love
So deep and free.
Smiling
unexpected call
hearing voice of an old friend
renewing a bond
Frowning
busy freeway scene
driver looking down , texting
what's so important?
Texting is that silent voice behind words,
spill out your guts, sharpen your swords!
Will the person being texted respond vulgarly,
assuming that the message was too naughty?
such a contemptible situation
a beautiful girl is dead
her friend texted while driving
mothers totally hating each other
two girls lives ruined now
one an angel of course
such a contemptible situation
a beautiful girl is dead
her friend texted while driving
mothers totally hating each other
two girls lives ruined now
one an angel of course
F ar from free are we.
R emoved from society.
E ntirely caught up.
E mailing and texting.
T urn off your phone.
E xchange small talk.
X and hug each other.
T ouch reality.
Paradise reframed
isolating together
~ texting each other
July 24, 2020
Isolation Philosophy
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I walk around
head in the clouds
eyes on my phone
constantly texting you.
you're always on my mind
always in my dreams
name doodled on my homework
you're gaining a spot in my heart
There was a bright preacher named Justus
His bumper said "Honk if you love Jesus"
If you wish to quickly meet Him
Continue with your driving while texting -
A lesson for some Memorial Service
An Invincible Sixteen-Year-Old Driver
Living in the lane
Traveling as fast as possible
Enjoying life as only an invincible sixteen-year-old can
Texting your friends
You will be there in a…..
Written by Gail R DeBole
on June 20, 2022
A texter who texted all day
When in-person had not much to say.
He lived life on his text-screen
Never ran out of text-steam
And sent messages that seemed ultra-brave.
Written by Gail DeBole on 10/23/2017
Updated on 3/13/2020
A witch addicted to texting
Sent all her curses by “hexting.”
On Halloween night
She "hexed" a spell to cause fright
In a swirl of spirit quite vexing.
written or spoken
ideas exchanged
social media
a lively banter
communication
a face time call
pick up the phone
hello on street
crazy Zoom call
the laughing
the crying
the loving
texting
talking
speech
These handheld devices are out of control
Millions upon millions, could upset our inner soles
They've taken over our lives
Texting six days out of five
Is there a cure, nope, we're a doomed bunch of trolls
I was texting and fell down a well,
I lost my iphone, "Oh damn, Oh hell,"
I can't stop the bleeding
so with you I'm pleading...
"Please, tear off my thumbs! That would be swell."
For people addicted to their phone(s)!
Hi tech trinkets
Shiny new gadgets
Radically transforming ourselves
There's an app for that
Absence of human touch
And Face-to-face emotions
Connect through texting
Computer generated desires
Hi tech verse humans
Paradox of our time
I hear you had high drama at school on Tuesday.
I have no idea what she is texting about.
And this is Wednesday morning.
She was not even at school yesterday.
I feel relieved.
I do not know of it.
Blissfully unaware and unbothered.
I am invincible, I am eighteen.
I can drive this car eighty-five miles an hour, I am eighteen.
I can text while I am driving this potential weapon eighty-five miles an hour. I am eighteen.
I am texting you that I will be there in a few min ……
FISHERMAN & Worm Gon Fishin
A Fisherman comes
Reached on the ground
Picks up Itchy-Bitzy worm
That's texting on his phone
Open mouth Catfish sayin yummy
Go on Fisherman drop him
10/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
If you want harsh feelings
If you strive to miscommunicate
If you adore confrontation
If you want hatred to call you out
If your brain is disengaged
If you do not remember how harsh written words are
If you love to miscommunicate
Text someone
My message is solemn.
When driving, don't text
or you will be next
in the obituary column.
To long stay a driver
don't drive and phone either.
For many a merchant addicted to speed
a slow-moving hearse fulfills the last need.
Heads bowed, as if in prayer
In a world of their own.
Their deity in their hands,
Worshipping the mobile phone.
Alone or In little groups,
A speechless collaboration.
Silently walking, texting
In virtual, communication.
Night bristling
Eerie breezes whistling
Frothy fog swirls its bleary balloon
Enchanting moon over palling parade doth swoon
Each, twinkling star spews vice from bewitching spittoon
Animated shadows minds vexing
Stealthy sprights hearts hexing
Night texting