"chatting" poems
Spending a month in a hospital teaches you a lot about people.
The doctor that told me to shave my head or she wouldn't treat me,
The nurses that spent forever chatting to me
And giving me supportive advice about how my illness doesn't define me.
The woman who was given a terminal cancer sentence
And chose not to pay attention to it and defied it anyway.
How she sat next to me on my bed,
Told me that all suffering is valid,
And just because I'm not dying, doesn't mean I don't get to complain.
How she complains more about her skin problems
Than she ever complained about her cancer,
And that's OK, because pain rarely follows rules.
I never even learned her name,
But she gave me the words I hold most closely to me
On those days when I want to fall asleep and never wake up.
I'm allowed to scream and shout and rage against the pain
And the unfairness of it happening to me.
I just have to make sure I know where the line is
Between giving my darkness a voice and pitying myself.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
In this new world so connected digitally
Online with your smartphone or desktop continuously
Every touch or click with your fingers sublimely
Connecting messaging chatting seductively
Rush of dopamine brain lives ecstatically
Bits and bytes that rise and fall emotionally
Waiting for physical touch earnestly
LDR love seem to be extraordinarily
Yet to see LDR grows into LTR eventually
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
The last kiss from you
Lasted like a huddle in
The snow blitz
Rocking my anatomy
In the frosty glitz
The last words from you
That barged in my eardrum
You were in a hurry
To smell a new leaf
Draped in a diamond dew
The last gifts from you
Was an instrument
Which still I use
To recognize people
Or to refuse!
The last time
You said I love you
I remember I was laughing
Hysterically as if I was watching
Jared Leto’s jaded mimicry of Joker in YouTube
Intriguingly, when the last time I saw you ****
It felt like pretty Ivanka’s embarrassment
Noticing her dad is a lewd
The last time I was chatting
With you on Facebook
I was wondering why
I shouldn't hack your account?
To check your inbox
Yea, it was filled with the message of *******
F- Bombs, **** shaming and tagging you as harlot
All they were asking was your service of escort
Either in full discount or in hefty cash drops!
The last time I wrote
A letter of love to you
I discovered my Keyboard
Began to blurt out
No more, No more, No more…
The last time I had a chit-chat
With you in the Burger King or Pizza Hut
I listened to your hissing clack-clack
That someone else has become your puppy cat…
The last time I became sick
When I was with you
I heard you threw a party
Where you were whispering
To your besties, how
I become your double whammy!
The last time I was
With you in the bed
I felt like I was indentured
To **** a dummy toy
Sans spirit and flesh!
Loving you was like
Santa Claus gifted me
With a Pandora’s Box
As soon as I opened it
You decided to release
Our *** tape of your having ******
In pornhub’s forum of interracial!
The last time I heard of you
Is that you were giving an interview
To The Cosmopolitan’s board of review
Facing the barrage of inquisitions
You calmly joked, the series
Of latest uproar about you
In the social media or Internet
Is because certain people always
Love to rave about Women’s body
Shoving in and out of their pigeonhole
With their one night stand queen trophy
To flavor your form in their fantasmic mouth
You also smirked in a raspy voice
Defiantly declaring “we (women)
Have been locked indoors
With no air, no food, no water”
My last boyfriend is also no exception
He certainly thinks I came this far
Through ******* and deception
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
They are checking their list and checking it twice
Making a note whose leaning left or right
The CIA is coming to town.
They know when your cheating on your taxes
Checking Facebook they know when your awake
When your smoking Humboldt ****
Or chatting online with the Russians
So knock off for goodness sake
With hidden accounts offshore
Track and keep score
They know exactly who you are voting for
The CIA is coming to town.
OOOOOOOOOO you better watch out
You better not shout
You better be good
Check under the hood ( boooom)
The CIA is coming to tooooooooooooown
Dont panic........ its Political Satire folks
@ copyright Tammy M Darby Sept. 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
*I sat down with you
In the coolness of the night air
Watching you sip Dr. Pepper
After a long day's work
I listened to the sounds of summer
Watched a few stars twinkling
In the jet colored sky
We were happily chit-chatting
About this and that
We were all together
Just us three
Oh, those summer evenings
Gone forever
Only shadows remain
Touching my heart*
~Marian~
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
When we fell asleep video chatting every night for a month
When I cried because you were the first person to make me feel like I wasn’t alone
When you excitedly told me about kissing a girl in a cemetery
When you sent me videos of your dirt bike
When we went cruising and listened to songs from our favourite band
When you tried to teach me how to game
When you told me everything you love about your girlfriend
When you talked about engines and cars with me even though I didn’t understand
When you saw I was feeling bad even at the one place I’m always happy
When you didn’t ask questions when I asked you to get rid of my razors, but instead told me how proud you were
When you held me as I cried, knowing I hate crying in front of people
When you let me fall asleep holding you even though I was cold and wet
When you held my hand when we woke up on the day when everyone had to leave
When you let me hug you a hundred times because you knew how much I’d miss you
When you gave me closeness and friendship and love unlike anything I’d ever known before
When we sat in my porch for 3 hours after fireworks were shot at people during a party, so you could make sure I was okay
When you let me cuddle you even though your friends would give you a hard time
When you told me you’d help me out if anyone ever hurt me
When you took a selfie with me
When you carried me everywhere *** I was tired
When you held my hand going down a steep trail because I couldn’t see and you knew I was scared
When you brought me extra food because you knew I skipped lunch
When you were protective over who I was friends with
When I came over to your house for the first time and we made pizza, gamed, and hung out with your family
When you had you first kiss with me
When you always showed you were protective of me and became the big brother I never had
When you told me you were bi on the first day we met
When you told me that only people you know well or that you like get to know you’re bi
When you cried and told me all your favourite facts and memories of a friend who had betrayed you
When you told me I had a cute nose
When you fell asleep holding my hand
When we hugged eachother after not seeing eachother for a year
When we kissed for the first time
When we kissed more
When you were my date
When you told me I was the only non-celebrity you’d go gay for
When we danced together
When we agreed to have an annual one week relationship
When you were the first girl I loved
When I met these people I never thought we’d get to the point were at now.
I doubt I’ve effected their lives as much as they’ve effected mine but it doesn’t even really matter because I have them and that’s all that matters to me
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Distance
Is not just about being miles apart.
Distance
Can be about
Being a road away from each other
Yet never having the chance to meet.
Distance
Is not just about different time zones.
Distance
Can be about
Chatting online everyday
But replying with only "yes", "no", or "k".
Distance.
It hurts more
When you're so near
Yet so far.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
Flipping threw my old yearbook
I see girls who were once gorgeous
tooken my the devils hand
pregnant and life beaten now
horrendous
I remember seeing them
with there cheerleading outfits on
As I sat in a corner by myself
I here them laughing and chatting
about going to tonys house after school
I remember tony strong handsome captain of the highschool world
I saw him two weeks ago
With his hands covering his face
And a shot next to him
3 empty beers infront
He really let himself go I remember thinking
fat and forgotten about
still clinging to that highschool dream
I remember him saying I was a loser as he flipped my lunch tray
and humiliated me by reading my little notebook of writes
I remember saying to him
one day ill have the last laugh
one day ill see you down and out
and you'll ask me for a handout
going back to the bar I sit down
A couple stools down to see if he recognised me
He finished his 3 beers as I finished my long island ice tee
he said to the bar tender I gotta ***
be right back
I followed him to the restroom
and we were a ****** apart
I looked over and seen his small patheic *****
as I looked at my *****
I laughed
and I laughed
and I laughed
looked over at tony
and said see sir
I did get the last laugh
and I left
I hope he knows me now
I hope he knows me now
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
At the start
A bright beginning,
A happy union
An ignited spark
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Clutching the doll
Happily
Going everywhere
Together
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Out the door
Around the house
And maybe to see your friend's
Pet mouse
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Together forever
Best little buds
Totally inseparable
Just like a shadow
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
The doll was there
Through all the sunshine
The doll was there
Through all the rain
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It kept you company
Through the smiles
Laughing with
Your every mile
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It kept you safe
Through all those nights
And kept those shadowy things
At bay
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It dried your tears
Through all those times
A simple hug
Could heal that soul
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It waited for you
Every day
Until you came back
Home
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Then something happened;
You grew up
The waiting became
Longer
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
The distance widened,
Left behind
But still it kept on
Waiting
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
You talked less
You played less
But still it looked on
Hopefully
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
The doll was stuck
In a timeless state
But you just kept on
Growing
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Soon, you no longer
Came to see
The doll; it was already
Fading
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Forgotten, neglected
In its dusty little corner
Reminiscing of the times
Together, spent
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Wishing you would
Come back round
To look, or just
To care
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It kept on hoping
It kept believing
It kept the flame alive,
Burning
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
But everyday
It kept on dimming
The pure white fur
With dust, greying
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Time passes
Minutes, hours
Days.
Soon, it's been a year.
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
More time passes
Just like so,
Until you were
So fully grown
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Gone were the days
Of carefree playing
Gone were the days
Of chatting
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
The doll has faded
Right out
Your mind
You were most preoccupied
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Then suddenly
You remembered
Retraced your steps
And found the corner
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
You see the little doll
You've grown up with
A companion, confidant,
A friend.
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
You pick it up
But something's different
The flame inside
Has died
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Hollow eyes stare back
At you
Cold and frozen
Over
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
With a twinge
You placed it
Back onto
A wooden shelf
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Now with the
Closing of the door
The both of you
Were parted
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
Little girls with their hair in pig tails
old men chatting away over a game of cards
the endless clapping of heels on concrete
madness
business men in suits and ties
faces melding to iPhones
catholic priests ******* kids
they know his name
danger in a lightning flashed smile
panic in a thunder clapped laugh
they know his name
but it never leaves their tongues
he dances in the gaps of their teeth
and chips away at our heart strings
incessant whispers in our ears
telling us what we want
what we need
he stands off in the shadowed corners
of every forgotten room
in every one time family home
as we watch our worlds
crumble around us
if Christ lives inside of all
then he has one hell of a roommate
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
I love my younger siblings lots:
having one sister and one brother.
We keep ourselves in our thoughts,
because we cherish one another!
Tammy is my sister's name,
while my brother is then Tim.
I love keeping our pics in frame(s):
both sibs look great to me, so slim!
We're chatting online so much:
keeping each other up, of course.
Usually loving to keep in touch,
together, we're kept: a strong force!
On holidays, we stay back at home:
to play games and take tons of pics.
We're all kept together in good zone;
our hearts are all definitely so fixed!
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
An empty park picnic table
cooled by the light,
whispering breeze,
spotted by the burning
life-giving sun.
I see us there.
chatting,
laughing,
enjoying each others company
in this never-ending summer.
I see myself
dressing up as the wife,
laying out a picnic basket
and table cloth.
Pouring iced tea
into a chilled glass,
Watching the condensation
slide down your fingertips
as your throat
gulps in the refreshment.
I lay a blanket
on the grass,
inviting you to come sit.
We lay.
And that chuckling breeze
picks up
and lifts the whole of
my 1950s homemaker dress.
You smooth it back down,
lowering your hand on my hip.
The wind has stopped,
but you keep smoothing away…
down my thighs,
across my backside,
up my back,
until my head is
cupped in your hands
nearing closer to your face.
I would not call it a kiss,
because a “kiss” is too
short a word, too precise
and too emotionless
to fit this phenomenon.
You embrace me fully
leaving no passion unaccounted for,
no ounce of me left untouched.
I succumb to your embrace
and we start to make love when…
A car horn beeps.
I blink.
Look around, and remember
that I’m sitting in a
library parking lot
looking at an empty picnic table.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 7:47 AM UTC
IS THIS WORLD CHANGE,
OR CONTINUE TO SOME AGE…
WHO CARES
The Earth is big enough for carrying us,
But no one here for caring us.
Everyone stabs on everyone’s back,
Peace and love what every being lacks.
What that costs,
was morals and ethics are lost.
Here ,relationships are just for name sake,
Belief and trust all are fake.
Friends are used,
Then abused.
Just for achieving,
Are you going to live in this world just for receiving,
And not giving???
No one dares,
To share
their emotions,
As this fake world laughs and giggles on their notion.
In Every motion.
Every one thinks of their gain,
Not thinking of others pain.
Backbiting and back chatting is what we are doing
Throughout our life,
Has become an indispensable part for ours to survive.
Help them oh! God,
To open their eyes
Or else time will show its disastrous styles...
Shake your hands forgetting all evils and bads,
And withstand the ladder of life.
Then neither will cry nor fight,
for their rights.
“LIVE AND LET LIVE” is the golden rule to follow,
Make this your goal,
Till you leave your body and become a great soul.
Make this world as it was,
With no over-population,
And pollution
All that it has…
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
"hello."
He mumbled shyly
He was cute
Bright green eyes and
Messy black fringy hair.
Texting
Calling
Chatting
Was our pastime together
Months later..
"Happy Valentine's day!"
"Happy Monthsary, babe!"
"Happy Anniversary!"
It was all too fast
But fun
"Who's that?"
I asked, looking over his shoulder
As we were sprawled on the sofa, cuddling.
His text read,
"hello."
To a girl
Another
And I felt sad
Because those were the words he first said to me
He said,
"Nothing."
And I believed it.
But then he stopped texting me
Calling
Nor chatting
He stopped remembering
Valentine's Day
Our Monthsary
Our Anniversary
and stopped saying
I love you
Boys.
Boys could say he likes you,
Boys could pinch you playfully,
Boys could love you endlessly,
And say you didn't mean a thing.
Boys
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
I have been forced,
Out of domicile,
And now **** bored,
With sojourners' world worthwhile.
I used to love phones,
It's versatility in functioning,
Obeying instructions at all zones,
I loved making calls and chatting .
That was long ago ,
When it made me feel at home,
Simply chatting could let go ,
Steam and heartbreak loom.
Not now at this century ,
Where them need airtime to pick a call,
Where successive missed calls arouse no worry,
When they no bother reply at all.
I won't lower my self -esteem,
Not because of them dissaproval,
That I aint classy and fit for hymn,
Its okey if u take me for a mall.
Needless fight a loosing battle anymore ,
You won't torture me again as u laugh,
Beaming is me at nirvana jaw,
I declare enough is enough.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
F-Fraternizing with people on the internet
A-Affable communication had by this set
C-Chatting happily as would a bird's duet
E-Establishing terrific friendships you bet
B-Bringing folks together in a sociable way
O-On the world wide web is where we play
O-Oodles of great mates go online every day
K-Keenly we are involved in a cordiality ray
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 6:47 AM UTC
To some she is a shining light
A flash of hope amongst the dark
An optimistic helping hand
To pull you from the dark
And cheer your sorrow
To some she is a black hole
Pulling the world down with sadness
Reliving the past that broke her
And stabbing others with the shards
To some she is simple words
plastered on a white canvas painting a picture.
never more
but never less
To most she is unnoticeable
A tiny footnote scribbled in the corner of a forgotten notebook
A wall flower whose thorns push away all but those with the key to her locked heart.
When you ask me what she is
The answer is impossible
Because I don't know
But I can tell you what she's not
She is not a beautiful face, to stop you in a crowd
She is not a chatting girl to talk you into a date
She is not a innocent flower
Welcoming with open arms
She is not a genius to create the next invention
She is not a musician, an author, a designer, a star, a doctor, or a hero
She is not a loving companion for you to hold, and remember your every need
She is not a great friend, always there in a flash.
She is not a friendly person, starting up the conversation
She is not a good cook, making meals that are edible
She is not an unscarred girl, unscathed by the past
She is not a beautiful figure
That draws your eyes
She is not hilariously funny
Ready for stand up comedy
She is not someone to remember though she will remember you
However she is not fazed by judges
Changing ways to suit them
She is not perfect
She is not stopped by her imperfections, only pressed farther to become something more.
And though I can not say who she is or what she will be. Here's what I can say
To me she will always be the girl staring back in the mirror.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
Through so many years I ran
Afraid and ever cowering
The darkness always at my back
Voracious, all-devouring
Through my mind its black claws reached
And picked apart my sanity
They scraped all chance of joy away
With endless inhumanity
Through the days and months and years
it chased and clawed relentlessly
Eventually I wondered why
I ran unending breathlessly
Through the dark I turned and looked
Pursuit suspended nervously
I granted it a name and face
It glared with vicious fervency
Through its threat I held my gaze
And ventured forth an inquiry
Its flare of rage could not repress
My newfound curiosity
Through the long nights we conversed
Debating, chatting, bickering
The darkness that devoured my life
Shrank back, diminished, flickering
Through the darkness I now saw
With unexpected clarity
We spoke as friends, no longer foes
Embracing newfound parity
Through the dark I look, and laugh
My friend now laughs along with me
Despite how it had always seemed
The darkness is a part of me
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
There are three types of heartaches
Heartache #1
The heartache where you were never loved back.
He’d look at you and smile but you know the sparkle in his eyes isn’t because of you.
He’ll hug you goodbye but you can smell the scent of her perfume as you snuggle your head into his neck.
He would turn away and you’d look at him as if he was the most celestial being you’ll ever see and you’ll remember, the way you look at him, is the way he looks at her.
Heartache #2
The heartache where you strive to make their life a living hell.
You’ll break his heart and realise when it’s too late that you’ve broken yours in the process as well.
So while he is sitting next to you because he has no other choice, you hum the song that he dedicated to you just loud enough for him to hear, and you’ll know it’s driving him mad.
And you’ll wear the shirt he said he loved on you as you pretend to run into him, whether it’s walking casually in the hallway or chatting with someone who happens to be right near his locker.
You’ll find a new boy to smile and laugh with and you’ll know he is in the distance watching, remembering how he used to be the one that got that smile out of you.
Heartache #3
The heartache that never goes away.
The one with the mesmerising blue eyes and smug smile that could devour your soul in a heartbeat.
It’s the restless nights of talking about all your fears, dreams, insecurities; everything that makes you, you.
It’s the way you let yourself be vulnerable as he touched your naked skin.
He’ll hold your hand and make promises he never intended to keep.
He’ll make you believe every word he says is true.
He’ll make you see that planting flowers in your lungs is so much better than destroying yourself.
But he’ll fail to tell you that once those flowers die, you wont be able to breathe.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
This will be no sad song,
I don’t want to overflow the rivers of tears
with a flood of my own.
We have all seen enough to fill oceans,
In dark corners I have seen the fates
sitting around and smile.
Some rivers overflow, and other scrap together every last
penny just to fight another day.
You die, I die, the president will die.
Our voices will not crawl along the edge of
a river rasping at the others to accept the
waters.
We will trumpet the tail of the glory of life from the after-party.
Chatting casually with a soldier wearing the wrong colors.
Is there one among us who does not bear the blood of countless souls?
The best champagne will not open to the highest bidder.
Nor will it be enjoyed by one, but by the prostiuite by the cop
by the technician, yourself and I. All of us enjoying each other’s stories,
none shall be left from the table, the best champagne all shall toast
with it.
An epic of a fight with a lion and the wind, of living through time
and the difficulties of never cutting the delicate surface no struggle
greater than either.
The old skeletons will find new life and I will dance freely with them
arm in arm, for a second or eternity.
We will stand proud together singing and dancing before the after party.
Then we shall toast to it all.
We shall toast the ever so careful historians,
did they really think they could fit, even the after party on
any number of pages?
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Candle Magick
A Poem by Corset
My Latina Coworker
sat across from my desk;
heartbroken that her lover
wanted to try again with his wife;
pulled out a brown paper sack
and asked me if I believed
in hummingbird candle magick,
and then proceeded to tell me
how to cast a love spell.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I told her I believed
in the power
of mind to shape her
universe.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two days later she's snap
chatting her married lover
again, has been unblocked
and has now switched
to candles of **********
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My dog has diarrhea
and is blowing holes
through the walls of her
crate,
I must have lit the
wrong kind or color
of candles.
© 2015 Corset
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
I walk through these hallways.
So silent. Just trying to get to class.
I move at a quick pace because I can't stand
To see everyone look away as I pass.
I sit down alone in the back of the room.
I pay attention to the teacher,
But sometimes I zone out.
Sometimes I think about boys, or hair,
Or all of the people who refuse to care.
The sub gives us busy work, so I look around the room.
I see everyone chatting and having
Their pointless teenage conversations.
I do my work silently until the bell rings. It's too easy.
I move from class to class,
Just hoping the time will pass
A little faster than it usually does.
Nothing really matters anymore, really.
My friends don't talk to me.
My ex boyfriend just looks at me funny.
I obsess over my weight; my hair; my skin.
I am not used to this. I am not used to changing all the time.
I used to be outgoing; magnificent; popular; funny.
Now I'm just awkward; quiet; alone; unhappy.
High school makes me miserable,
but at least I have good grades.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
In a Skype chat room
Topic : I Like Haiku's
**************
Me--- (LadyBird)
Haiku's I do like
for they are so easily
written in three worded lines
Friend--(TonyS)
Writing in Haiku
forces me to think about,
what is important
Me--- (LadyBird)
indeed you are right
writing them is important
and can be therapeutic
would you mind if I
add your words in my Haiku
giving you credit ?
this conversation
we are in is very fun
what are you thinking?
Friend--(TonyS)
I find great solace
in the idea that my words
are that important!
I have no problem
with allowing you to use
my simple verses!
Pining for someone
who I love very dearly
takes most of my time.
Me--- (LadyBird)
awesome Thank you so
much; I really enjoy this
writing is a passion
as you can see I
enjoy the flow of my words
and all that inspire
you are so kind I
will for sure keep an eye on
your wonderful wods
thank you very much
hoping I was no bother
to you my dear friend
I try to keep my
pen with me jotting down all
my thoughts from within
it is so nice to
meet someone that shares the same
passion for writing
please do keep in touch
I will for sure stay in touch
with you my dear friend
Friend--(TonyS)
The pleasure is mine!
To meet a friend is always
an enriching thing.
My name is Tony!
It is always nice to meet
new internet friends!
Me--- (LadyBird)
your name is so cool
it is indeed very nice
to make a new friend
it is so funny
I knew your name was Tony
from your user name
this is the most fun
I have had in three long days
I do enjoy it
Haiku-ing is like
text-ing with out a cell phone
it is fun indeed
Friend--(TonyS)
The pleasure is mine!
To meet a friend is always
an enriching thing.
Me--- (LadyBird)
I find great solace
to know that you share the same
interest as I do
Friend--(TonyS)
Names are only words,
I am nice because I am
who I want to be.
I am Tony Stark,
at least in my heart and mind.
Money? Not so much.
It was a pleasure,
this banter being quite fun,
maybe again soon?
Me--- (LadyBird)
Wow that sounds so cool
Tony Stark is so good looking
very good actor
names are only words
they don't describe who we are
inside is what count
thank you for talking
to me my friend it was fun
indeed again soon
gonna end convo
nice chatting with you my friend
now I say goodbye
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
we create worlds
here on the internet
connecting we those
we will never see
chatting over virtual
back fences about
children, cats, recipes
we meet those who
have similar views
and those who don't
discuss things of import
show sympathy with
sad faced emoticons
we wish each others pets
happy birthdays with
cartoon characters
we share our art, music
and photography
then there are us poets
who write our hearts
for others to see
it is a melting ***
of thought and culture
of the full spectrum
of ability.....
it is a place of secrets
or exhibitionist excess
it is in many ways a wonder
and many ways a curse
the internet, really
just like the bottom
of an old ladies purse
full of useless lint and
used tissues, but if you
ferret arond long enough
you will find a dollar
or a hard candy
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
You left.
What's up?
Did the WhatsApp offend?
Did we fail to delight?
Or is it just that you're too busy tonight?
We were chatting
Exchanging
Goofing
Emojing
But all of a sudden
It was clear you were leaving.
(Sad-face-crying)
- What'sUp?
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC