"clickbait" poems
I once felt like words gave me power
Like they gave my quiet shell of a self a leg to stand on
Now I feel like I have none left to speak, to write
I've been drained of verbs and left broken -- immobile
My adjectives fall soft and simple, even the deaf don't pretend to hear
It's strange
Being so far removed from the one you called yourself
I don't know what there is left for me to say
It's like being a young musician on stage
And people have slowly stopped cheering as they realized
You have no more tunes left to play
Yet I've stood frozen, stuck, despite myself
I'm waiting for them to come back
The words
The crowds
The self that I used to know
That I thought I did know
I haven't a clue to where they've left, to where they'll go
But I hope that they find it
The messages they seek
I can no longer provide them
My inkwell bone dry
My spirit missing it's former vibrance, now dully meek
They once called me wicked
I thought it ironically sweet
That for someone so bitter
Many worshiped me
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
Clickbait dangles low
the fish gather raucously
always the victim
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
I wrote this haiku
Just to prove a point in words:
No one reads these days.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
Deceit is
Woke made clickbait.
A punchline void of pugilism.
Manufactured.
Puffed.
& vision ill-corrected.
Poisoned.
Children so woke now;
Diaspora are sleepwalking,
Suffering Sleeplessness;
An insipid insomnia;
Waking others to death.
Eyes wide-open (fili-fili)
Hoodwinked in a depth of light;
Dark angel glory.
Bane.
Mediocre.
Hidden.
Malignant mult-I-media.
Woke?
© Qwey.ku
30th November MMXXI
አሁን በኢትዮጵያ አቆጣጠር
26 Kislev 5782
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC
i am thirsty for
all your blood, milk, and honey
sweet and thirst quenching
like a mosquito
let me seep into your veins
and take everything
you have to offer
thunder rolls above
a sweet death kiss waits for you
trust me, not clickbait
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
In our world, it's hard
To tell truth from the lies
When everyone just says
Whatever people will buy
When TV creates
Unreal reality
They compromise truth
For what people want to see
Honest, serious programs
Are frequently unnoticed
So reporters only show
What clickbait puts in focus
But I have hope
That this problem will be fixed
For there are still those who care
For news in a reality midst
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
they all want to think they have qualities that will entice me
dancing beggars throwing text into the air and hoping it falls in pleasing shapes
watching my snapstory and hoping i notice
trickling through my internet stream
laughing at my antics as if they know me
begging superiority by the green sword next to their name
thinking that my biggest problem is clickbait that they can just time out and make disappear.
i entertain you but it's not for you
it's for me.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Don't think that your alone for one second,
There's a world out there to explore, you don't know about it,
Don't have to enter a sequence,
Just close your eyes and breathe, there's no need to doubt it.
Don't think that your alone for one second,
There's a world out there to explore, you don't know about it,
Don't have to enter a sequence,
Just close your eyes and breathe, there's no need to doubt it,
There's no need to ever hate,
There's no need to ever fake,
Love and hate will fuse with destruction i hope you can't relate,
Sincerely your mistake of believing that clickbait,
Don't you feed the beast, just know your worth in this world to iterate,
The music, the food, the equality is all ******* up, no apologies,
Left to wonder where the free thinkers will rewrite their discographies,
The world will be coming to an end, no time for thinking,
In the end you will decide what's real and fake in reality.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Nothing is constant;
Neither my sense of satisfaction —
or loathing.
Does that bring comfort?
A yearning? Distraction;
from and liberation!
If Shakespeare were here now, what would be his wisdom,
In the times of 'Trending' like fashion;
Would 'star-crossed lovers' be a clickbait sensation?
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 5:07 PM UTC
DON'T FALL for
the FANCINESS of
a FLASHY
ADVERTISEMENT,
CLICKING ON IT
may be DAMAGING,
and bring to you
DISAPPOINTMENT.
It may be a CLICKBAIT,
SO, You BETTER BE AWARE,
BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE,
It might be a TROJAN VIRUS
or MALWARE.
So, just BE WEARY of this
CLICKBAIT THEORY
IF IT'S TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE,
Then AVOID CLICKBAIT IN A HURRY.
If the ADVERTISEMENT seems FEASIBLE
THEN THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!!
B.R.
Date: 9/15/2024
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 9:26 PM UTC
"Fake news, fake news!"
The boy cried fake news every time a story
failed to paint him in the most positive possible light,
neglected to deify him in the most sunny way.
He denounced, decried and denigrated
reporters who would check with two more sources
if their moms claimed to love them
the way their ink-stained forebears did.
He attempted to discredit truth-seekers
who actually had stricter codes of ethics than doctors,
cops, actuaries,
any profession really.
The callow boy cried fake news so much that
his most loyal followers shouted “fake news” out car windows
at TV reporters reporting on alligators that crossed the street,
fired drive-by potshots at newsrooms out of sheer lunacy.
The boy cried fake news so much
that he did protest too much, that his cries sounded fake,
that his credibility strained
against the press corps who produced
backing documents, audio recordings and multiple sources.
The boy cried fake news so much
it degenerated into cliche and ceased to mean anything at all.
The boy cried fake news at a time when the news
felt financial pressured into running clickbait articles like
“Eight Hanukkah Lessons I Learned from
Smoking a Menorah ****
or the “12 Most *** Days of Christmas.”
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
I hunger for fame
As most do
I want to share my voice
And make the world a better place
But how can I share a genuine thought
If fame is born of
Clickbait and emotional charge
"debates" used to sland e r
ha tef ul words thrown a ro u nd to
g rab people's ey es and h e a r t s
as gu lli ble as they a re
used to t e a r a p a r t
a n d t a k e the r u b b l e
to bui ld a name
and a legacy
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
The Daily Mail’s New Profits Plan
Go away, Daily Mail. Go away, Daily Mail.
I’m not going to spend any money on you
I know that your clips are sweet
But my money clip is mine to keep
And my credit limit insists that I must be true
When you're demanding like this
You’re really easy to resist
Go away, Daily Mail
I won’t pay, Daily Mail
You’re just a clickbait away, Daily Mail
App delete, Daily Mail
I will not beg you to stay
Legal stuff about “Go Away, Little Girl,” a sweet, charming song:
Written by: Gerry Goffin, Carole King
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
You've heard of clickbait?
What lures you in?
The things with all the colors?
What's all just sin?
That's her
And everything she is
It's all just...
Clickbait
She puts makeup on everyday
Makes herself look all nice and pretty
Innocent and pure
But its just a lure
She will pretend to love you
And you'll love her
But in her mind...
She wants you to cry.
She will take you in
And kick you out
Because under that mask
Is a demon of guilt
You thought she was just evil?
A girl isn't born that way
She does that only
Because it's happened to her
Over.. and over
Over... and over
Over... and over
And over again
And she's done the same
She is stuck in a loop
And she can't get out
She is scared of her self doubt
Her face is pretty
Innocent and pure
But my darling...
She is pure gore
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Wing tipped tongues
Utter madness as their wings fly away.
It's art. Like a trash bag floating down an empty street.
Empty words float and circulate the masses.
Consumables.
We eat media, satisfied by garbage.
Wiping the latest episode of Tiger King off our chins,
We chomp on clickbait desserts.
The writers, thinkers, and philosophizers
starve.
Searching for anything with substance
they revisit old watering holes.
The marrow has been ****** from literature,
The cave is too real to re-enter,
But there is a rumble from within.
Weak but present.
The uprising is upon us!
Writers, Thinkers, and Philosophizers, rise!
Rise and pluck the birds from the sky,
steal their wings and soar.
Soar across time and spread the wisdom that has been bestowed upon you.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC