Short Typing Poems
Short Typing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Typing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Typing by length and keyword.
I sit in the study, a typing
The students around me revising
I punch at the keys
For as long as I please
My mind and body aligning
Writing all
Their pens
Making errors
Blamed then
Innocent,typing
Typing all
Now not writing
Blamed not
Writing errors
Write on my gravestone.
It was a typing mistake.
Not a random skip.
Rather, it dropped correctly.
Was neater than other lines.
Rhythm of typing
Interrupted
Then stopped
By the sound of acorns
As they hit the roof
Gogyohka(I don't know if correct)
One finger typing, tv playing.
I'm on the corner of the bed.
My other hand in his.
Knowing our days are numbered.
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You torment me day after day
Typing programs never goes my way
You drive me quite insane
lost my mind and your to blame
Web and net are not my games to play.
5/23/12
The year is slipping away hour by hour as I watch the Christmas lights across
drinking lemon tea and typing my couplet I count my blessings, not my losses
before you are the pages
blank and to be filled by you and the world
the present. is where you are now
as in typing this page
the past is a book that is closed
on it's way to The End
Form:
SPELLING MATTERS
The girls of the typing pool felt I was important
Now they all know I am just impotent
Bad enough they knew I was incompetent
But I cringe now they know I’m incontinent
Whoever has cabin fever, hold up your hands
Can't hold up mine, cause I'm typing and can't
Never lived in a cabin
Assumed no distractions
But must make allowances for wielding an ax
In the 18th century
Sewing machines are
stitching
A full-page
In the 21st century
A keyboard is
typing
A blank
In the 22nd century
Robots are
Snatching
The keyboard
While
We are sleeping
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The second I sit my fingers begin clicking the keys
What are you doing, I ask, if you please.
None of your business my muse says, typing away.
Another poem or two, cranked out, on this weird ass Thursday.
Computer
Mouse CPU
Beeping Correcting Typing Learning
Technology Hardware Software Input
Computer
Sore fingers are no problem
I can work around them
High ho High Hey!
Ouch! Typing hurts a lot
I can do other things
I give my hand a quick squeeze
No worries I tell her
Until I try to tie my shoes
Double ouch!
My dog is chewing up my couch
One bite at a time
Crunch crunch crunch
munch munch munch
My couch is screaming for help
The dog looks up to see what I am going to do
I am typing without being bothered
I continue to type
C and V are gone forever
Punched too hard
Copy and Paste
Space bar holding court
Wanting a rally to protest
The heaviness of my fingers.
I slap them happily
Typing 85 words a minute
Unconcerned about their silly protest.
Been typing and writing
Enjoying sunrises
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flew the week
Dust collecting in
Corners, dirty dishes
In the sink
Duty called my name
I tell you it's a shame
What is the green
Stuff in the bottom
It's not tame!
Form:
And so the time has come to sleep
I relish it because I know
Sweet dreams of you will come to me
And when they do I'll tell you things
That while awake I couldn't say
Such things that go beyond skin deep
But in those dreams are all okay
Day
light, busy
working, typing, filing
clouds, birds, bats, falling stars
camping, star gazing, sleeping
calm, dark
night
By: Greg Stanley
Submitted into the:
“SIX TO SIXTEEN” Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Day break, coffee drunk
click click computer typing
ring coversation
Mid Day, coffee drunk
sleepy sales meeting hard boss
numbers low always
End of business day
tunnel vision setting in
engine sweet music
Typing away poems
For a man who ironically
Doesn’t even like reading
Typing away poems
When I should be talking
To him instead
Typing away poems
Confusing minds
More than one
Typing away poems
Because I feel sorry
For walking away
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the carriage bell dings~
"Shift key sticks again," she sighs,
ink-stained fingers fly.
clack-clack-tack like hail on tin—
whole worlds trapped in QWERTY
I type hard, I type fast, I type dirty, because my owner does not care.
There are papers over and under my keyboard.
We are a mess.
She is a mess.
No one cares.
I am running away
Today, right now,
As soon as she stops
Typing.
Signed: The unhappy keyboard
Words words words words words words
It's important to have a clear
message and a
tone
with which you
convey
that
"message."
Then, you can type words too.
See, like this:
What is a memory but an undreamt dream,
and a dream but a forgotten memory?