"emoticon" poems
Sarap ng mga ala-ala nating dalawa dati oh. Puyat magdamagan, nagtetext at halong kulitan.
Sobrang sweet natin grabe, halos paggising sa may goodmorning agad at kiss emoticon pa
Di nga maipinta ang mga ngiti sa ating mukha kada umaga kahit pagbangon natin halos tanghalian na.
Pero bakit ganoon? Ano bang nangyari? Nagkasawaan ba? Oo nga hindi tayo pero pakiramdam ko iniwan mo ko.
Madaling araw nanaman panigurado puyat nanaman.
Katulad ng nakaraan paniguradong mukha nanamang lutang.
Apat na oras ang tulog, pagkagising handa ulit para matulog.
Pero dahil ayon nga umaasa, pinilit magising para di mahulog sa kapit ng kama.
Umagang-umaga, umaasang sana reply mo kagabi ang una kong mababasa.
Hawak ang telepono pero nanatiling sawi dahil walang mesaheng dumating at nakita.
Pikit-mata dahil napapaisip bakit nga ba di mo pa rin pansin.
Kulang ba ang emoji at mga puso sa bawat mensahe ko kaya di mo kayang kiligin?
Mayroon bang ibang mas magaling pumuri sa iyong ganda kesa sa akin?
O sadya lang talagang mas gusto mo siyang kasama kumpara sa akin?
Ayos lang naman talaga sa akin kung sasabihin **** niminsan di mo ko nagustuhan.
Kaso hindi eh, pinaghintay mo ko ng kaytagal at pinaasang pasado sa lahat ng 'yong basehan.
Bagsak na nga eskwela dahil pangalan mo ang sagot sa bawat patlang na sigutan ko.
Tapos pagdating sayo bagsak pa rin ako kasi di ko makuha-kuha ang sagot galing sayo.
At ngayon nabago na ang ikot ng mundo ko, pakabila, pasalungat at malabong magtagpo ulit tayo.
Pasalamat na nga lang kay Bathala dahil hinayaan niyang magkakilala tayo.
Halos hirap pa ring paniwalaan, na sa isang pitik ng mga daliri nawala na ang lahat.
Masasayang ala-ala na akala ko panghabang-buhay na, kaso lahat nawala at laglahong parang bula.
Tigas kamao at suntok sa buwan ang tiyansang maibalik lahat ng nasa nakaraan.
Siguradong matinding panalangin ang kailangan para ibalik ni Bathala ang ikot ng orasan.
Mabuti nalang talaga'y unti-unti ko nang natatanggap ang lahat ng mga nangyari ay tapos na.
Konting tulog pa ng maaga mababawi ko na lahat ng nasayang na umaga.
Sa susunod matutulog na ako bago mag alas nuwebe para makompleto na ang tulog at di lutang tuwing umaga.
Ang tagal ko rin tong pinagsisihan na sana tinulog ko nalang yung mga panahong pinagpuyatan kita
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
Amethyst ,
Greek for not intoxicated
A gemstone of violet colored quartz
once believed provided protection
against becoming intoxicated
Black Butterfly , a book about transformation and rebirth after death
But I don't know where the stripper
drama comes in
The rest is life ,
compartmentalized
into daily drudge
Oh , but for the last dregs
of glory
at the bottom
of the bottle of life
The electric breath that once
activated every nerve cell
of your being
into ecstacy
has become a distant emoticon
that was once closer
than shadow thin
But now has become the one
living in a graveyard
with hopes
of raising dead dreams
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
Cliché ***** and revolutionary retards.
We cannot use an image of a stone heart in every poem.
Nor compare every woman to a summer's eve.
But neither can I stand an emoticon in place of vocabulary.
A hash tag description should not be the only ******* indication as to what the poet was feeling in the poem's creation.
Poets will not start out strong.
But they should stick to what they've been taught.
Express progress in ideas
Not in virtual images.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
I hate the way an "Unfriend" can bring you to tears....
The non "Like" of a photo is equal to death.....
The way a "Tweet" is not meant for birds...
How taking pictures of yourself is now a thing....
The words typed by phone...
Is now a way to make you feel alone...
Now i'm not even old i grew up with this...
But for a world now at our fingers....
I think we forgot how to use our feet...
To walk to our loves...
To simply say words....
I am not a hypocrite i know its what i do....
The world has changed to make things easy and simple....
But a thing like love hasn't changed For a while....
Everyone is always on line saying "Anonymous" things....
"Liking" memories they never took part in.....
"Poking" at someone to get an Emoticon response...
I guess a technological advance.....
Means a human feeling recession...
I guess if love was a valued currency...
We would both be broke somewhere...
Between Happiness and Forever.....
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
I think we should all semi-colon close brackets or capital D,
we need to make time to just be semi-colon capital P.
Just be happy, maybe even throw in a colon close brackets.
Refrain from creating stress with semi-colon capital S,
on hearing an opposing opinion don't be offended, semi-colon capital O.
Just accept it, let go, there is no need to be so semi-colon forward slash.
Turn that open brackets around, there's no need to frown,
drop that greater-than arrow and take things less seriously.
Seriously there are many things to less-than arrow three in this world,
don't overlook the little things. Appreciate them.
Give them an open brackets capital Y close brackets,
maybe even an asterisk applause asterisk.
Send out the message, keep up that semi-colon capital D.
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 4:57 AM UTC
I can blame her all I want-
but she only ruined me
because I let her back
inside.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
All the best cover bands have leather jackets and aviators in play.
Feel the bodies burn.
Their polka dot calm pierces the noisy dark.
It slips between your lower ribs.
Trance hands in the air for shared emotion.
When the Sun dies out we'll light the world with disposable lighters.
We'll also flicker with emoticon implants.
Cold glitter on a dark planet.
Winky face.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
Type it out you ******* this could be
The last one
For a little while.
I made a promise with myself
Or whoever that shady character is,
Outside
On the deck with me
The one who
Makes fun of me
Delete words as I puke this
Poem?
Out.
Its best that me and this keyboard become friends
My anger towards, understand and accepting
What is proper type,
Or am I the proper type
Of guy who wants Vegas
And EDM
And MDMA
in My life
So writing
Or typing
Whatever
Which one
Of me
Wants to deem it
for only when I dream
It, cheap rhyme,
I want my style to be my own
And I want my intoxicated
Meaningful
Ramblings to be a
Part of it
A part of the
Bigger picture.
I will only type **** like this when i am not sober.
Sober sure is funny
And not just a funny word
Smiley face emoticon
Emoticon is not
a typo
....
Dear lord, oh god oh mighty,
Blasphemy that I would
Even start
Talkin' about
galaxies and universes
outside of this one
Puke some more
As I delete and pull
Words
From
One
Line
To the
Next
Without
Giving a
****
That my
Microsoft word
Capitalizes
Every text
My little brother text (texted?)
Me tonight and said
"Get more ink
For the typewriter"
.
Aside for my desire to ramble on about
Getting more ink
The 16 year ol’ champ
Is right
My biggest dreams at this moment
Are childlike
If that’s a good thing…
Then my 6 year game plan
From this day is in jeopardy.
Autocorrect me more
Higher intelligence
And answer me question’s
The one’s that Christan’s
Don’t need answerin’
Have you ever been introduced to a
16 year old ****
A 16 year ol’ ****
Honestly, I had my eyes locked
On – one
Tonight
And I don’t know so much if
I was looking
But maybe I was recognizing
Recognizing a certain
Level of respect that I had
For her
That she didn’t have for herself
She ****** off my best friends brother to get her backpack back tonight
In front of car headlights
And I have always wanted to type
Backpack back
My entire life.
Put your backpack on buddy,
And walk away from this
Poem?
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
the dank hallway is filled with
the repercussions of conversations
that only she can hear
her dead phone rings all night
her lover stepped out for a smoke
ten years ago but hell be back in a moment
she loads her version
of disappearing
and a smile slowly fades onto her face
a deity of sunshine
her open vest sweating skin
is covered in particles of the dirt that
hides her eyes from seeing the dire face
of this long long year
like a blast furnace she keeps thouse thoughts
sealed behind the locked hatch
its battleship beginnings lend credence
to defensive posture she takes
when confronted by the ugly truth
he ain't never comin' home
guess my name
but you know my face dont 'cha honey
its the blackend end of all your burned down dreams
its the final chapter of all your unfinished novels
i am darkness within your own soul
her jagged edge feelings scare her
and she tries not to let them show on her sculpted features
but with rancid ticks and convulsions of the lip
they escape one careless emoticon at a time
don't all emoticons have screaming faces
bleeding eyes
she smiles for me
and navigates the narrow hall
past the groping old men
to a safe corner where she can disrobe her heart
and let the tears fly fast and furious
pills and molly
would solve she thinks
but holding my hand will do in a fix
if i can get her through the night
if i can get myself through the night
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
I'd rather cuddle than go to the park
Said my friend
I'd rather cuddle then go to the park
Said I
What a difference one little letter makes
Funny that both 'a' and 'e' are the most used
Out of all the 26 children, these are the most abused
(Sorry that was dark, I had to write it though
I've got a new contract giving me a quota
And setting a minimum of X poems a day
With L number of lines with Q words per line
And purple plus candy canes equals love.
Another provision in my contract is that I must write
Anything and everything and whatever comes to mind)
So I'm thinking of all these letters and thinking
Why these? Why 26? Why have 'c' if 's' and 'k' can do its job?
And why do people have favorites?
Which makes my mind segue into this thought:
Why have favorites at all? Everything will be a favorite
Something to someone, right?
And what does it benefit us to love a letter or symbol such as <3
Or maybe :)
Is it because our mind sees patterns and so instead of seeing
The mathematically incorrect 'less than three' we see a heart
And instead of 'colon parentheses' (correct in no context but the internet) we see a smile
And in all honesty, we must admit, <3 and :) are not biologically
Or physiologically accurate
So how did we come up with the super-simplified emoticon?
And who came up with a word like emoticon anyway??
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 7:14 AM UTC
When you feel low for no reason
When your sad emoticon is there throughout the season
Does it mean you lost something?
Does it mean you don’t have the wings?
That made you fly out of happiness someday
The wings which were the symbol of you being happy and gay
Aren’t the wings with you today?
Have they gone to some other land?
You would get them back if you may
Go to its origin with the wind and the sand
It might lead you to them
And it might tell you the problem
The problem why you are low
And all the things you don’t show
Perhaps, they could solve it
Solve the problem you have
Perhaps, it can lit
The light and the lamp of your life
And the brightness it might save
Like a caring wife.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
Call me honeybee one more time,
I dare you.
I love it.
I am so platonicly in love with you.
You are better than starbucks.
Maybe five times better,
But I'm contemplating six and a half.
I just want to make sure you're always super duper happy.
And bring you soup, and tea, and fuzzy blankets, and fab movies when you're sad.
You are the absolute cutest.
You no think I'm pretty.
So dot zee to you.
But I'll get over it,
And I'll never be over you.
No ****
With all the **** in the world implied.
I feel like I should insert some sort of suggestive emoticon here.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
wait…
no I don’t
sad face (pout)
and this is my problem
happy face (smirk)
I can’t take anything seriously
so I take everything seriously
I mirror bipolarly
my mannerisms scholarly
polite
quite right
perhaps
the emoticon with one eye that’s bigger
B.P.D. Artistry
wait…
maybe I am him…
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
the first verse has some sort of divinity in it
innit?
followed by blah
induced by education
influenced by footsie
******* by governments
you never get the bike you want
spider-man is a man in a costume
your best mate takes your girlfriend to the prom
you blink
you water the roses
your parents and your wife
hate you
you have been adopted and divorced
without having a say
you loose your keys
the global warming ain't warm enough
to keep the numbness away
feed the meter
feed the children
feed the pigeons in Trafalgar square
you have a common face
and love is a hypothesis
never proven
yawn
fret
shuffle
your keys are missing again
your looks, brains and mojo forever
stuck in a queue for uniqueness
everyone else on Earth is already unique!
laugh like a clicked emoticon
when society flips you:
head - hope
tail - desperation
nada in between
watch out!
the last verse is coming
[look busy]
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 12:40 PM UTC
As your soul gently drains into your iPhone.
Cold and alone in a sterile home
They call it progress
However we can't go back...
Advertisements sell products on the net quicker than crack.
Hungry for all we lack
Wanting our childhoods back.
The future doesn't fit us
There is no pity for us
We curse our poverty
As the planet dies
An emoticon fills our eyes
It's a smiley to gloss over the truth.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
For all my Friends, Much Love Meesh Washta Lokka Neesh ( I Love You , in Lakota Sioux, spelling a mistake ummm, yeah well thats a given for me lol,
wink emoticon
"Say Love,,, Alma..."
Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq-gYOrU8bA
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
emoticon smiles, crunch! leaves under boots are a shattered glass,
believe in the underline, yorkshire smiles at new york, you grew up and I accept that, son.
never over the beginning of the orange bullet casing. in Sandy Hook the deepest opposition faced mankind
that of the speed in which the modern world finds itself chasing chinese dragons in the bacteria floaters
of the eye, watching as they dip into ocean as if that were insane, but what's insane is to consider the
lost mind to be a mind that was lost in the beginning, you can't lose the mind, you can only find it within
its memory foam.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
Two curly brackets
with an apostrophe each
for eyes
like two faces
looking at each other
with noses
– or lips –
almost touching
and between the faces
a small letter x
denoting
(you guessed it)
a small kiss.
The faces are so anonymous
they could be anyone
but one is me
and the other
can represent any one
of my lady poet friends
or should that be
"my poet lady-friends"?
So if any of my poet friends
who are ladies
think they might like a small friendly gesture
of affection
from me
please take it as that.
We are after all
so far away
that it could never come to more
but like a small birthday present
it's the thought that counts.
Isn't it?
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
Waiting for this Leary to bake.
I am baked.
I finally have time to reflect
on last night.
Like a kite
up in the air I flew
confused and okay
just simply being with you.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
My Koodo
Made a booboo;
The Sony
Made you angry;
My I-Phone
Pulled a *****
My LG
Didn't help me;
My Nokia
Sent diarrhea;
My Smart Phone
Made me a smart ***
When it pocket-dialed.
It didn't sent
Emoticon smiles.
And now,
You know
The rest of the story.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
Do you suppose
within the blizzard
of transmitted text,
packed in bytes
and individually addressed
in such a way
that your emoticon kiss :*
and mind *: to you
may have met and smooched
in cyber space
before they 1 & 0'ed
the computer codes
that displayed on screens
our mutual affection?
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 8:39 AM UTC
Whenever you leave me
I find myself
listening
for your heart-beat
within the songs
you linked me...
I search out
your smile reflected gently
within each emoticon
and lol message sent daily...
If only your touch
could be so easily found
amongst your words
offering some semblance of sweet comfort
to my aching heart
so until tomorrow
when you again reach out
to hold me close
I bid you goodnight and God speed
for time apart is truly
such sweet
sorrow.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
Could we please go back
to a few lines ago when
I think I made you smile.
At least you sent a emoticon
now you haven't replied since 12:53,
I know I've said something wrong.
So could we please
clear the history
and go back.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
Why do we hide
Behind screens and devices
Confronting our problems
Like drones upon Isis
Dumping our waste
In a news-feeding sea
Then digging up dirt
On our best frenemy
Swipe right for love
If you tryna' hit
As you kindle the flame
And then hashtag it lit
Processing feelings
Like androids alone
Despite the reception
From every iPhone
So disconnected
Though closer than ever
To google chrome answers
All searching together
On profile pictures
You can judge a book
When the moral of this one
Is how do I look
Unfiltered facades
Of half-life expression
Selfie-absorbed
Anti-social obsession
Objective dimension
Of pretense inanimates'
Unblocked accounts
Of inactive inhabitants
Dwelling in shallows
Of in-depth distractions
Profiting off of
The Twitter war factions
Stop buying shares
Of the media Marxist
Still selling your souls
To emoticon artists
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC