#digital poems on Hello Poetry

Alice cyberland Jun 16

The signal drifts, a fragile thread,
Through coded gardens, softly spread.
Each pixel breathes a phantom hue,
A static bloom, eternally new.

No earth to root, no sunlight known,
Yet vibrant petals bravely shown.
A digital grace, a silent sigh,
Where binary dreams softly lie.

#digital #existence #purpose #dreams #meaning #life

Megan Jun 4

Ctrl+Alt+I'm Fine

I’m a homicidal poet,
who breathes coffee like oxygen,
haunts digital wastelands—
until my fingertips bleed pixels
and my pulse hums in binary.

I bury bodies in blank verse,
resurrect them with rhyme.
Sleep for a century.
Repeat.

But I swear—
I’m fine.

#dark #humor #witty #weird #tech #digital

Laokos Jun 1

werewomb.org

a hot summer night.
the world was a kiln
and we were clay,
hardening, sweating,
baking in it.

I walked by his door
and saw him—
left wide open like an invitation.
he was sleeping.
my father.

curled up in the fetal position,
no blankets,
just underwear.
the room dark
except for the faint
glow his iphone
lighting the back of his head
like a halo with low battery.
his iPad in front of him,
casting a pale blue wash
across his gut.
he looked like he was
plugged in.
dreams streaming through
a USB cord.

he looked so tired.
vulnerable.
like a deadweight puppet
left on stage
after the curtain’s dropped.

like he wouldn’t survive
whatever was coming next.

like he was still
just a kid
from small-town North Dakota
who wanted to fall in love
and did
but that mother left
years ago—
quiet as a predator
cutting his strings on the way out.

and now he doesn’t
know how to move
without someone
controlling him.

so he just lies there—
the man
after the werewolf’s gone,
sleeping off the transformation.

breathing hard
in the electric glow
of a humming digital womb.

#father #sleep #technology #love #heartbreak #control #transformation #werewolf #digital #womb

Silvestre May 6

monotony

I am bored. There’s nothing interesting to watch. I only hear in the phone are celebrity gossips, politicians’ unkept promises, accidents, and the stagnant decay of the nation. When I am scrolling through games that **** the time, nothing beats up the vacant expression plastered to my face. When I finish the quest–then there’s another. Always another. If you want the easy way, it costs real money. The tech companies want only my money and attention, draining my life into endless torture. It’s a rat race, but the race is the torture and pain I have to begin with since the day I am born. I always see on YouTube how the corporation workers chained up to their desks, slaves to their bosses’ whims. I wasn’t born in a billionaire’s penthouse nor an old-money family. I am birthed by my mother in a place where things should be competed. As my youth flew into this century, colors faded—only black, white, and blue lived and sometimes hiding in the shadows of once was. The world is a monotonous hell, where the devils thrive and everything is bought with pain.

#capitalism #slavery #modernism #youth #digital

Sam S Apr 17

Beyond The Digital Maze: Part Two

Scroll, post, repeat the trend,
A pose, a pout … a means to an end.
Skin like scroll bait, soft and bare,
Hoping strangers might just care.

A thousand eyes, a thousand hearts,
Double taps like modern art.
But how many linger past the frame?
How many even know your name?

They see the curve, the light, the tease,
But not the scars, the silent pleas.
Not the nights you cried alone,
Not the ache behind your phone.

Why unwrap your soul so quick,
Bare your body, click by click?
Validation’s empty prize …
Echoed praise in shallow skies.

Is it power, is it pain?
A fleeting high that fades again.
Do you crave to be adored,
Or feel what love once felt before?

What’s the cost of all that showing,
If they don’t care where you’re going?
If they just stop for a glance …
Not a thought, not a chance.

You are not a canvas for their gaze,
Not here to earn or seek their praise.
You are the artist, not the art,
A whole **** world, a beating heart.
Paint your worth in your own hue …
No filter needed to show what’s true.

Part 2

#digital #maze

Danitza Lomeli Apr 14

Dreams

I write this poem
For three to see
for two to like
and the one who will lie awake is me

I work and toil and pick my brain
for the right words to fall to the page
for only you to see
my pretty words and not my tear stained face
behind the screen

My works Ive raised up from sprouted seeds
Now live on digital pages,
srcolled past, theyll be.

My writing was meant to live on beautiful pages
That will bring the love of writing to new ages
of children and dreamers, soñadores ,
with stories to tell

But for now,
three people will see them
two people will like them
and I am the one lying awake at night
full of unrealized dreams.

#dreams #hopes #children #spanish #digital #digitalization

Andy Denson Mar 22

really finding their peace.

really finding their peace.
in a zoom meeting.

tingaling with a feeling
from a screen.

if i stopped caring
people could bear
with me.

i see him spit
in
a hand-washing station.

my entry denied
over
a
face shield.

face shield. face shield.
a repeated mantra; standing there
still.

This poem explores the dissonance between virtual connections and physical realities during the pandemic era. The repetition of "face shield" emphasizes the absurdity and frustration of safety protocols, while the imagery of "tingaling with a feeling from a screen" captures the hollow resonance of digital interactions. The poem reflects on societal behaviors and personal detachment in unprecedented times.

#poetry #pandemic #isolation #virtual #meetings #societal #behavior #safety #protocols #digital

Sanji-Paul Arvind Mar 21

A Digital Romance

My life is like a computer,
My love, you a Operating System,
Guiding me through the codes of existence,
Your touch brings seamless persistence.

In the hard drive of my heart, you reside,
Storing memories & emotions, side by side,
Your love is a binary code, so pure,
1's and 0's, our love will endure.

Together navigating the software of life,
A symphony of algorithms, where joy is rife,
You debug my sorrows, delete my fears,
With you, my happiness always appears.

You are the firewall that shields my heart,
Protecting it from pain, right from the start,
Your antivirus kisses, a shield so strong,
Guarding against all that could go wrong.

But just like a virus trying to invade,
Challenges may come, attempting to degrade.
Yet, your love, an anti-virus so strong,
Protecting our connection, against all wrong.

Through the circuits of time, we race,
Our love, a program with a perfect interface,
No bugs to be found, just a seamless blend,
Our love story, a code that will never end.

So here's to us, my love, in this digital romance,
A love story written in advance.
In the algorithm of life, you are my key,
Forever encrypted, just you and me.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

#love #romance #romantic #digital #technology