I like how the internet connects A web truly is an apt description Pull this string to meet someone from halfway across the world who likes the same books as you Pull that string to learn a new skill Read a few articles, look at some examples welcome to the world of graphology Pull a different string to enter the bazaar Access to the world's marketplaces from wherever you are But most of all, I like how there's somewhere to hear other's stories and gain some new perspectives
My voice, my words travel into space In my dreams, my poem are read by you Even when I am awake, you alert me with notification what a new and wonderful generation.
My soul move like a slow moving cloud On a hot sunny day: I LinkedIn to my friends The internet has allow me to see your valleys, Your hills, homes, mountains and your exotic flowers impressive, deeply appreciative : No need to expressed concern I am loving it..
Your cultures and diversity Is worth fostering I am always going to be there with you:
I Envy your freedom But will cherish your kindness,
For me it's ways to get a natural high Dancing In your dazzling flowers fields or Walking your sandy beaches,
I am a clingy leech to poetry A poet who’s always in high spirit That’s me!
Enjoying the breeze and the view From my Internet explorer
I’m a pensive gal. I don’t have pink hair. I don’t lift my skirt. Celebs? Don’t care. I don’t babble or shriek. I don’t look down. I wear baggy sweats as I walk around. Like most of us, I grin and bear it. Conversation— they don’t share it. To say my piece, I have to write. And what I type, could keep you up at night. Here’s where I found what I’d sought, to engage with the world in the realm of pure thought. Friends without faces, (some without names), unknown sexes and races-- words are our game. It’s called “platonic” because it’s the Ideal, without society’s “rules” we can type what we feel. Strip away the exterior and what remains is the Mind. Praise the Internet-- in it I found my own kind.
we would have remained as we were with our shoes and our clothes our words without voice, without witness to our hunts for metaphors, these sweet fruits we harvest under the season fraught with rain, whirlwinds of dust and ashes
and then this world was forged
just as wordsmiths seek for rhyme and first line a thousand dreams birth to unveil this cyberscape, the endless pages for the human story
no more shall concrete cities and highways bind us apart with walls or lost in the maze under separate and distant skies night and day paused their dance into an embrace holding us together so that you and i could touch should we brave and dare just like how we do now i with my words and you with your eyes where our souls little by little we bare
a sort of hello to my fellow poets here at hp =)
i feel it is a work in progress, but for the prompt, it will do, for now.