Texts Poems

Tweets and Texts

Creatures chirrup, chirp and tweet
Or warble in their way,
All so that in case they meet,
They’ll know just what to say.

It’s kind of like a human text 
Or email or a call,
Preparing what to talk of next
If they connect at all.

Or maybe all this reaching out
Is just to hear expressed
The sounds that show what we’re about
To

everyone texts now

No one calls me now
My children text
My friends text

Wait
I lie
I get five calls a day
From…..
Scam Likely

I do not answer any of them
Maybe if they texted me
I would reply

Just Me and My Texts

As I sit at home
Feeling so alone
I hear a ding
Come across my phone
Just a text message
Another text message
Broken record same song
It's probably just my mom
Wondering when I'm coming home
Or just my brother asking
What's been going on
Why do I need a phone
When I still feel so alone, I’m so alone
It's sad but true I must admit
The

Texts at Midnight

My bed is next to me.
It’s not enough.
Carpeted floors tickle.
The fan is making me dizzy.
My parents are in their dreams.
I pretend to dream as well.
I suddenly jolt.
I could do it, I could walk into their room and start crying and screaming, out of control…
I take out my phone and text them.
They can check their messages

Worth 10,000 Texts

Today a baby winked at me
    another hilariously giggled

  Worth at least 10,000 texts
    or - yesterday - a thousand squiggles

Squirrel Texts An Order To Door Dash

he texted his order to door dash
what do we want for dip?
hazelnuts or walnuts?
acorns
the usual please, honey
he nodded
barbeque sauce with a side of nutella

One Day

Maybe a day will come
That momma will be told 
By the white coated men
We tried our best but failed
And on that day
You'll call and I won't answer
You'll text but there'll be no reply
Then you'll view a friend's status
My photos will be captioned gone 
So soon, we'll forever miss you
And momma will be all tears
Papa will

A Piece of Writing In Process

Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a sophisticated shaft
To mechanize, modernize or upgrade the messages
A poem is, of course, a piece of writing in process
It’s a bubbling

At Last

Head on pillow at last!
Breaking up is a right blast,
Texts do need a woman's touch,
Send my ex 'guns to head' emojis, much!

Stop Texts Stop Wrecks

driving home to you
“I luv u. b home in 5”
     head-on collision


driving and texting
new car for graduation
   “hi guys guess what I'm …”


busy city streets
need to text spouse I'll be late
     pedestrian hit


“can't wait to see you”
crashed into car stopped ahead
    

Texts From a Jealous Ex With Parenthetical Commentary From Me

She has everything you don't.
(we never had what they have)

Sleep is more important than me?
(it's 1 am & you're not my lover)

Why ask if you weren't interested?
(my father was missing & politeness)

I'm tired of trying. 
(interesting role reversal)

Texts To Forget

"Has technology changed our attitude,
By silencing our platitudes 

When we go online,
Surfing the net with accounts to mine

So easy to be mean or criticize,
Hiding behind a name not recognized 

Feelings expressed,
You’d certainly regret

If face,
To face

The internet has changed the way we live, 
With every answer it can give

An amazing resource and tool,
Just don’t use it

Lost Feelings

Why would you waste my time
My effort poured on you
I give you all my energy,
But you dont follow through
You stop sending me messages,
leaving me without a clue 
How am I supposed to know
That your feelings are not true


I like you more then a friend 
But I won’t go tell my mum
As soon as she knows

The Texts Were Horrible

The texts were horrible, vile, and mean.
They were from the kind of person none of us had ever seen.
They were graphic, and horrible, a picture came that was crude.
We all could guess who sent photos of themselves in the nude.
 
We had suspicions, and we had them for quite a while
About these texts, so horribly

Grand Canyon

In western skies, an eagle soars, at ease.
Below, the curving Colorado flows,
Winding its way through deep and dusty seas
Carving canyon walls steep, through tracts of time.

Twilight to twilight, its myriad moods
Are freshly painted on those ancient walls
Like rich frescos of reds and tans and mauves
In syncopated colors, all sublime.

The eons are borne by water and

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