#technology poems on Hello Poetry

aurora kastanias Oct 2017

As I travel through soft white vapours
Gazing beyond aboard flying vessels,
Wheels and wings provided unable
To navigate distant oceans beneath
I wonder, if only Leo could see.

If only he could see the lands from above
Checking though cartographies for accuracy,
See the different shades of water, sandy traces
Delineating margins, contemplate the jungles,
Deserts, mountain summits valley lakes.

If only he could see enveloping clouds,
Hear the roars of propulsion-hunting engines,
Feel his mass be pulled by gravity, his body
Grow heavy as speed increases, light at take-off
Weightless in cruising. Rise higher than birds

Prove there are no limits.

If only Leo could see the colossal planes
Suspend in air, wink at Mona Lisa and tell
Unbelieving acquaintances he was right,
It did not call for a genius to conceive,
Humanity’s talent and capability to fly.

On progress

#progress #technology #society #humanity #poetry #poeticles #aurora #kastanias

Jewel M C Oct 2017

[ESC] digital gaze

cookies & cachéd data,
digitally-programmed privacy paraphernalia
     are carefully collecting information
     following your confirmation
     to allow the invasion
     of all forms of personal communication

((( it’s hard to ignore the intimidation
of the internet’s alluring intoxication )))

     but between you&me
     life beyond a screen
     never felt so free,
     an anti-digital reality,
     life in an unmonitored galaxy
     is something     only the mind can dream
                    # # # # #

*part of sonnet collection: Revelling in Reverie

#dream #nightmare #watched #technology #digital #virtual #reality #vr #help #society

Adam Kinsley Oct 2017

"iDream"

I bathe in ineptitude--
Adjacent to grief
Returning to folly--
I'm chasing my ghost

We're breeding dissension--
With hearts made from silence
We hire duplicity--
And, plot our demise

We yearn for relation--
But, speak to a Robot
Devoid of ambition--
We live in our Dreams

Inert in supercilious nature--
Buried in pages
We're training our synapses--
[To...not...feel...a...thing]

The way which we're living--
It's closer to dying
But, we're just pretending--
We aren't the same

I gaze in the mirror:
A ghost of Intention
I wake in the discord
With my head down, iWalk...

#society #technology #phones #people

Bella Oct 2017

Technology

I really like the idea of a week without technology
it sounds great
it sounds like practicing what I preach
like actually spending time in the real world
the thing is, if I put down my phone…

you see I'm a very loving person
so I surround myself with people who need loving
I open myself up to anyone and everyone so they see me
as an Open Door
one they don't have to knock on upon entering
I open myself up as a pick-me-up,
as a first or last resort
as a…

people these days, they act fast.
if they ask you a question and you don't respond within a few minutes,
they make up their mind.
people are no longer patient
they make life-altering decisions in a matter of minutes
so if I don't pick up my phone…

if I don't pick up my phone,
someone cut Herself
someone could **** Himself
I could be the person they call before they do it.
maybe I could have taken their hand off the trigger,
convince them to throw out there razor,
in this day and age, it isn't safe... to put my phone down!

#suicide #technology #worry #unsure

Donielle Oct 2017

Pockets

Our mouths are clogged with lazy abbreviations and shortened versions of intelligence.

Hands bound with all the cords needed to charge and sync and transfer data to our brains, empty of original thought.

Our storage is at max capacity with the lies we're fed and the senseless information we're expected to regurgitate to earn our badge of Respected Member of Society.

But you have an opportunity to do things with purpose. Don't jam your pockets with phone numbers and calendars and one hundred versions of the same picture.

If your pockets are heavy, may they be weighted with the rocks you find while you walk beside the river that calms you.

And if your eyes grow tired, may it be from staring into the distance at the mountains you were born to climb.

#modern #purpose #new #slave #technology #nature #society

A T Soos Oct 2017

*******

Flesh on flesh to fingers on glass.
No longer do I say the words.
Instead the text I type tells you that “I love you.”
The evolution of emotion.
The technologicalization of the hearts fuel,
Makes the organic feel no longer relevant.
No longer do my lips show my expression.
Instead all I give is a kiss from my thumb.
    *
So far away, but my presence lingers in an invisible stream.
Like a ghost I am with you.
Travelling through the waves.
A tower, our connector.
We love in the age of the screen,
The age of the machine.
   *
Love now feels so solitary.
My heart no longer beats against your own.
Instead the buzzing of vibration beckons my digitized feelings.
I now find myself romancing alone,
Romancing the phone.

#technology #love #distant

David John Mowers Oct 2017

Vagabond

<First line in hook all sections sung by three people in unison>
Hook

It doesn't matter what you ar-r-re,
or what you do...
or what you're eating.

It only matters what you sa-a-ay,
how you treat others...
are you com-peting?

<First line in lyric sections sung by three people in unison>
Lyrical body

Walk out your do-or,
walk down, your drive-way
Down the street and...
...see what's happening.

Thousands of people every-where,
but no one's talking
no one see's them!

Step back from the stre-e-et
hear what I say, imagine, imagine...
...do you believe me?

Hook

It doesn't matter what you ar-r-re,
or what you do...
or what you're eating.

It only matters what you sa-a-ay,
how you treat others...
...do they see it?
Do you feel com-pleted?

Lyrical body

Sho-ow-me-something, ever-lasting,
better even...
...than your m-i-i-nd.
Imagination is the power,
nothing you hold makes you a king.

What is -the-e- future?
How, do-you-see-it?
Is no one talking?
Do you believe me?

Tell us your-or future,
can you see it?
Do you feel it?
Come on believe me.

Hook

It doesn't matter what you ar-r-re,
or what you do...
or what you're eating.

It only matters what you sa-a-ay,
how you treat others...
are you com-peting?

Lyrical body

Sho-ow-me-something, ever-lasting,
better even...
...than your m-i-i-nd.
Imagination is the power.
Nothing-your-holding,
makes you a king...
...gives you glory...
...marks The Hour!

Hook

It doesn't matter what you ar-r-re,
or what you do...
or what you're eating.

Hook

It doesn't matter what you ar-r-re,*
or what you do...
or what you're eating.

Fade Out Hook

It doesn't matter what you ar-r-re,
or what you do...
or what you're eating.

God is the Vagabond.

A king is that which he aspires to be?

#song #lyricalpoetry #future #technology #society #socialmedia #vagabond

Joshua Haines Oct 2017

I Live With A Lazy Person

She is attached to the couch
  like a swollen tomatoe;
glued to the TV, supine and subservient.
  Texting while while writing a generic fantasy novel, with the
  televison serving as an audio fireplace,
  she believes she'll be famous despite
lacking concentration, respect, and will.

  O, call to the daycares; a baby is loose --
neck fastened by an electronic noose.
  America come and receive thy child;
harbor a body sheltered from the wild;
  And how could you expect such
sofa fungus to survive? Well,
  first, to save someone else, they
must be alive.

#america #youth #depression #technology #trump #criticism #rhyme

Ira Desmond Sep 2017

Reality II

The the only real differences
between this reality

and dystopia

that I can discern now

are set design and lighting.

#short #poem #technology

shannon Sep 2017

Deactivated

**** yourself and be born again
to a time you may fit
Where buttons and signals did not exist.
If I were to **** myself and be born again
I would go to a time where love was far from modern
Where signals were only through telephone wires, cable connectors
and hearts.
My hazy head has been disconnected from your heart in this new aged world
and my own.
The love has been deactivated
Your presence has been blocked
My emotional state is offline
And your signal is no longer connected

All because of buttons and signals.

#technology #ruininglove