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Raven Feb 2017
I love all my fans,
Every woman and man.
Like, follow, subscribe,
Numbers are my pride.
Leave a comment below,
No criticism please.
If you do speak your mind,
I'll send my army of tweens.

Everyone should trust me,
My opinion is authority.
I deserve more views,
If I'm a minority.
Clickbaits, challenges,
And collabs galore.
If I stay generic,
I'll surely earn more.
solEmn oaSis Feb 2017
I've tried to google you,
pati na rin yahoo..
Pero bkit ako pinaasa,,
At binalewala ni piccasa
Kaya ngayon si gmail
Nag-twitter na rin kay
Instagram! At nag iwan ng katanungan...
Pwde bng sa youtube na lang tayo magkita...
Kasi mainit sa mata
Kapag sa youjizz diba....
Pero alam muh ba fb?
Sa dinamidame ng www
Ayosdito,, as in sulit talaga
Post! usap! deal! AyosDito
Magkakaroon ka ng maraming FRIENDSTER!!!
kaya hinde kta ipagpapalit khit na kay skype !
**emo talk** coming soon-a sequel of Dear facebook
George Krokos Feb 2017
We all do try and write for a reason
and each have different things to say
at some particular time or season
we've got to express our thoughts that way.

It doesn't really matter who you are
or in what part of the world living
even if you're unknown or reside far
they're likely your words to be reading.

The 'net has brought distant people to us
who now can read what we have to say
in sharing our inner thoughts between us
together spending some time each day.

At times we do touch on the same subject
which isn't surprising there to see
for then we look forward to the prospect
of helping each other better be.

Many poems posted are badly written
so are, it seems, a few of my own
and takes lots of courage if you're smitten
when you're told or by another shown.

The world has so many problems of late
that some people out there try to fix
because a lot of them are based on hate
where both greed and lust are in the mix.

It would be wrong to ignore this fact now
which is tempered by rising anger
if they don't get what they expect somehow
that reward to offset their languor.

There are also many who suffer from
some kind of mental illness or stress
aggravated by their fear of that bomb
which if ever it's used cause a mess.

Such are the symptoms anyone can notice
when some of the poetry is read
that people have posted with their focus
on the internet by what they've said.

But this isn't mentioned here to scare you
only to highlight what one can see
and would be wrong here to say if untrue;
we'll try to help all those to get free.

There are also some who are harsh critics
and dispute your work to ridicule;
if it's on religion and they're cynics
asking clever dumb questions to fool.

Some of those last mentioned are persistent
and attack your work most of the time;
being doubtful poets laced with words bent
they'll try and accuse you of a crime.

They remind me so much of John X:Ten
or the Pharisee and Sadducee
that were written of long ago back then
finding fault with the One Who was free.

Being amidst them as the Living Truth;
speaking and acting with deep wisdom
He was destined to do since early youth
to help all people find real freedom.

From all of the things holding them captive
whether in body, mind or spirit
with divine knowledge, also to forgive
those who had done wrong and knowing it.

The 'net is a vast database of knowledge
and where poetry is there concerned
those who write, post, and read it all to pledge
never to forsake what has been learned.
______
Written late last year over the Christmas period.
Laura Enright Feb 2017
Once I read online
that poetry is becoming more popular
to tweet
even if you must write
in txt spk
this stanza shows you 140 characters

(it doesn't get you very far)
the internet is bad, boys & girls
always giving you something to compare yourself to
or something you wish you had
or someone you wish you had back

but what seems to drive people craziest is
messenger
Seen 12.23pm
k...
idc

my friend said once that one of the toughest things
about her breakup was
having to log out of her ex-boyfriend's
Netflix account

lucky her.
thanks for sharing.

sometimes Google writes poems for me
if I type in the first few words

I wonder if
we smile in our coffins

I wonder if
anyone misses me

I wonder if
I'm wasting my time
A satirical poem based on a prompt from class, to write a 'post-internet poem' which would certainly not be my usual style. Criticism welcome.
Breeze-Mist Jan 2017
Who ever knew that
Wikipedia links could
Only be Plato's
Https://xefer.com/Wikipedia
DARACHA Jan 2017
CYBER PIG

-and there he was again
Breathing FIRE over someone..
(( PIG began to tell the story of his night: the chance he gave her, how she made him wait, only to reject him ))
..Wanting me to cool him and soothe his hurt.
..she made you wait? Oh.
..should laugh out loud (can't)
   I knew all about waiting.  
~ My thoughts :  
   * I recalled waiting hundreds of times for you.. (One time sharply in my mind -waiting for days for you, when you made me believe that you were taking your own life. Your blame heavy upon me, your death. Those days were a living hell. I could not help; could not find you..) *

I had plentiful icebergs in my heart to accommodate
              CYBER PIG
For, he had left me cold cold
H
Ira Desmond Jan 2017
Avert your eyes
from looking directly
at the monster.

Look only through
that reflective shield,
that glowing rectangle

that parades a
distorted vision of
the objective self,

that which in
dark moments may
suddenly shut off,

revealing one’s face:
inverted, expressionless, petrified—
like when the

mirror of Perseus
at last revealed
Medusa’s horrifying visage.
Kash Dec 2016
I'm empty
So I look to my finger tips
To scavenge the internet
Looking for meaning
Or emotional leaning
I've never really found it
Whatever it is I search for
But I keep coming back
Despite my record of regret
Enoa Dec 2016
Buzz, beep
Demanding glare of a flickering screen
Hands rifle through pockets and purses
Find validation in rigid thumbs
Hands forgot to join in prayer last night
But glide over a keyboard
I woke feeling zero
Turned to her blinking monitor eyes
I heard her smile
Nothing more than Morse code for
Error four-oh-four
I woke feeling one
Huxleyan white noise
Of pixels impregnated with the passions of the ignorant
Feel me
But do not touch me
For I am no different than those fools
Making love to the Device
Half-hearted
And I can’t help but wonder
Why I’m even attempting Poetry
In a world that cannot read its own digital tongue
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