Texts Poems - Poems about Texts

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 ...

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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...

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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...

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Today a baby winked at me another hilariously giggled Worth at least 10,000 texts or - yesterday - a thousand squiggles...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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 ...

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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)...

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"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...

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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...

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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...

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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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Woke up with words to a poem Fully formed, Muse was whispering final line. As my eyes popped open. All but a wisp of this knowing Disappeared in the ether Before I could slap water on my face. Almost totally gone, Before coffee. I have no doubt Entire texts Are given to me By faeries, elves and muses As I slumber. I am feeling So loved. Thank you, Spirit Guides....

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