Short Typewriter Poems
Short Typewriter Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Typewriter by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Typewriter by length and keyword.
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clacking keys echo
through eras, ink stains shifting~
a misplaced comma
keys rest in their rows
each one shaped by years of use
ink ghosts linger still
waiting for the next soft strike
to wake the stories they keep
What made them think it was wrong...
For typed lines left unfinished
Are lost thoughts untold...
No love letters, no poems, not a song
One day the rusted keys fell cold
Modern world with modern modems,
AI, Wi-Fi, modern day totems,
keyboard nostalgia, a typewriter App,
mind that modern knowledge gap,
discord, discourse, modern day omens.
I sit in my writing space
Pondering what to create
In a poetry form
My inspiration a typewriter
A photo on my new mug
Filled with lemon tea
Now I am inspired to
write
I feel like writing silly tales
About a typist who had long manicured nails
She tapped the typewriter so slow
Until her boss told her she had to go
To employ her was beyond the pale
Tap, tap, clickety-clack
Thoughts vigilantly stamped
Trademark of transcription
Technology's prologue
Twain's famous "Tom Sawyer"
Time etched black and white scene
Tinted with grandpa's dust
4-27-2021
''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' Scrawlings
What did you expect
a monkey with a typewriter
can rewrite Shakespeare
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Snoring dog on a bed of velvet
Making so much noise
I can barely hear my typewriter
Sounds like a loud angry bee
Happily snuggled up in my best comforter
I have half a notion to get in there with her and take a nap
So I do.
Some writers sit in front of a typewriter
I sit in front of a notebook
when the urge hits i caress the words
on paper dotting i's and crossing t's
everything comes together in a beautiful
poem that captures a readers eye
It feels like home.
The click of keys on an ancient typewriter,
The perfume of ink and parchment.
The knowledge and words of those before me.
I believe it is getting too much,
The realization that I am
Holding history in my hands.
Thumping away at his typewriter
With the speed of a kung fu fighter
He writes letters, I guess
To complain to the press
He is a most annoying blighter.
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y ears of
p ounding words
e ndlessly through
w ee hours of the
r esounding nightfall are
i ntertwined in an era of
t inged smokey rooms where creative
e ntrepreneurs like Hemmingway took
r ecesses for caffeine and stronger brews.
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Bright black uniform letters
Popping onto the stark white page
Loud smacking satisfactory pops
Pop T
Pop Y
Pop P
Pop E
Royal
Smith-Corona
Olympia
Brother
Typewriter magic of the 60’s.
Predecessor of the Word Processor and the Computer.
a blank page is screaming at me
fill me up
dance across me
play a signature song
listen to the spirit world
how dare she?
I am in charge, right?
I put her into a typewriter
Type “I don’t have to!”
What is a typewriter, grandma?
Good grief!
Good Old Earnest.
Thanks to internet
Novels are getting longer
But not better
A jungle of unnecessary word
A machete comes in handy
Earnest Hemingway
Used typewriter and slowly
Paused for a little drink
Being economical with words
So he could go out fishing
An old manual typewriter
sits on a hill of dust.
Is that hunched ghost
your wordless self?
Does that self
with its thick fingers
still hammer out a silence,
upon a borderless page,
one that you now interpret,
adding thin strips of madness
on a skin of light?
As a young boy named Bob
I was a bit of a slob
As I did my sweet chewing job
With typewriter teeth cleaning corncobs.
Many years have flown past.
I have grown old at last,
But dentures don’t force me to fast.
New typewriter teeth are having a blast.
Date:10/19/2019
Picture 3
My typewriter has seemingly enough ink
I'm ready to start a poem about sanguine hills
and trusting in angels 2313
but the ribbon has ran dry
The lost longing licks my lips
jerred past the emerald typewriter
gaslighted with fear
I haven't a realm
and hell why not ?
frail and dim I give up
My nerves are like a typewriter
pressed on bones of keys
wrecking deadline hours after beats
of caffeine throb on soiled manuscripts.
Boss says, " keep the news more harrowing
than the murder." I steam the facts,
boil it into water,and grate lines
but only perspiration flows; the scene too common.
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Thoughts that were formed
so very long ago
frozen in time
on a smooth, glossy piece
of black carbon paper
Memories
through written word
sentiment seldom heard
forever embedded
on a typewriter ribbon
Carbon paper and ribbon
messages of life
hidden amongst the chaos
encrypting everything
our hearts need to say
After all of this time it is a piece of art
So many wise and talented people knew what to do
What keys to press to create a masterpiece
Please do not just look at the typewriter as a book stop
Give it all of the respect it deserves
After all the book you are reading may have been typed on it
© Poem – XXIII/V/MMXXV
LRET
So
tired.
Up
from the
car, in-
to
the building,
stairs,
open the door and shut,
I trudge
past
the books,
typewriter,
junkmail on the table,
through the dark hall,
into the warm light
of the 45watt-equivalent LED bulb next to my bed.
I undress
and burrough
under
the comforter.
And sleep
creeps into the room.
Form:
Black Ink
Always a deep thinker.
Old fashioned typewriter.
Black ink on paper.
Stay inspired.
Through creative writing.
Read in between the lines.
The love of poetry.
You can write freely.
With a pen, this is your journey.
Looking Outside the window, glistening city lights.
Alone I may be.
Writing with black ink always.
This is the longest word you can write using only the top line of the keyboard
It describes the device that the keyboard was made for.
Do you think you know the answer to this riddling rhyme?
Or do I need to give you a little more time?
If this weighs heavy on your mind, I can make your brain lighter
And tell you the answer – the word is “typewriter”.