"imessage" poems - Hello Poetry

I smile when my profile picture gets 50 likes but would it mean more if I liked my face without the assurance of others? Maybe not, I'm a millennial, after all. 1994, born and raised a "90's kid." I tweeted that...it got 12 favorites. Too bad I can't favorite my internal thoughts in order to validate them without sharing them. I sent that as an iMessage to my friend who responded "#deep." I'm posting this poem on the internet so that people I don't know can read it. Maybe they'll even leave a comment. I say what I feel, via text message, followed by an emoji and a hashtag as a sort of millennial footnote, minus the APA style. I'll use LOL style or FML style or the style of ironically using texting lingo to prove that I'm not #basic. I, Lex the Millennial, wrote this poem on my iPhone 6.

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Jan 4, 2015

Jan 4, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC

lexi-vinton

Lex the Millennial

I smile when my profile picture gets 50 likes but would it mean more if I liked my face without the assurance of others? Maybe not, I'm a millennial, after all. 1994, born and raised a "90's kid." I tweeted that...it got 12 favorites. Too bad I can't favorite my internal thoughts in order to validate them without sharing them. I sent that as an iMessage to my friend who responded "#deep." I'm posting this poem on the internet so that people I don't know can read it. Maybe they'll even leave a comment. I say what I feel, via text message, followed by an emoji and a hashtag as a sort of millennial footnote, minus the APA style. I'll use LOL style or FML style or the style of ironically using texting lingo to prove that I'm not #basic. I, Lex the Millennial, wrote this poem on my iPhone 6.

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I'm not addicted to my phone. I'm addicted to what it brings. My heart aches when its not with yours. So my heart leaps when my phone rings. I don't think of my phone as a simple device to communicate. I think of it as my connection to you. My connection to wifi is moot if we can still call. Because I have iMessage my other apps are few. So no, I'm not addicted to my phone, I'm addicted to you.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC

eliza_kate

Connected

I'm not addicted to my phone. I'm addicted to what it brings. My heart aches when its not with yours. So my heart leaps when my phone rings. I don't think of my phone as a simple device to communicate. I think of it as my connection to you. My connection to wifi is moot if we can still call. Because I have iMessage my other apps are few. So no, I'm not addicted to my phone, I'm addicted to you.

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Every great poet has a poem about there dad... So here it goes Dear dad.... Dear mike as someone who wasn't their son would say but hey you may of left but this isn't your typical i hate dad poem because i don't you left but maybe in hindsight we left you she traded you for her “friend” who couldn't keep his lips from the bottle leaving me to mend my own broken heart “Please just give me one he would say” let me take Alex” You would always make plans just to flake and fake and fake or so i though but your sick what is that and hurt but you would never let out as much of a yelp for help So thanks to you i don't know what a father son picnic is but i also i don't know what its like to wait and wait and wait to play catch in the yard just to have you come home and say your too tired thats the disappointment my friends know you taught me that beauty in the mind and art is much stronger then the beauty in magazines you taught me that there was no tougher player back in the day then my father you taught me to talk because i spent hours on the phone just so i could stay in touch with you you told me I'm your top cop and you, you were the cream of the crop And i loved you now my mom i couldn't write a poem with out her because she is really what made my father you drove each other out i couldn't sleep all night with out hearing your shouts me and my little brother used to pout all night wondering when it would all end i could look into your eyes dad and tell you were dead you left with out fight because you loved me and i know that even though your not here with me every day no one and i mean no one will ever love me more then my dead beat father so take time to pull out your phone dont open iMessage don't open twitter hit the phone button dial the numbers say hi dad i love you because where ever they are no matter how far no matter how long its been their dreaming of a day where they can simply be your father

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Jun 16, 2015

Jun 16, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC

alex-langadas

Dead Beat

Every great poet has a poem about there dad... So here it goes Dear dad.... Dear mike as someone who wasn't their son would say but hey you may of left but this isn't your typical i hate dad poem because i don't you left but maybe in hindsight we left you she traded you for her “friend” who couldn't keep his lips from the bottle leaving me to mend my own broken heart “Please just give me one he would say” let me take Alex” You would always make plans just to flake and fake and fake or so i though but your sick what is that and hurt but you would never let out as much of a yelp for help So thanks to you i don't know what a father son picnic is but i also i don't know what its like to wait and wait and wait to play catch in the yard just to have you come home and say your too tired thats the disappointment my friends know you taught me that beauty in the mind and art is much stronger then the beauty in magazines you taught me that there was no tougher player back in the day then my father you taught me to talk because i spent hours on the phone just so i could stay in touch with you you told me I'm your top cop and you, you were the cream of the crop And i loved you now my mom i couldn't write a poem with out her because she is really what made my father you drove each other out i couldn't sleep all night with out hearing your shouts me and my little brother used to pout all night wondering when it would all end i could look into your eyes dad and tell you were dead you left with out fight because you loved me and i know that even though your not here with me every day no one and i mean no one will ever love me more then my dead beat father so take time to pull out your phone dont open iMessage don't open twitter hit the phone button dial the numbers say hi dad i love you because where ever they are no matter how far no matter how long its been their dreaming of a day where they can simply be your father

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What can I say She's full of beauty And also intelligent Averaging a 4.0 every semester So nice to everyone Even though these guys you've dated All did you wrong. Every time we talk I get nervous Every time i see you're icon On my iPhone I thank god For giving you time to reply to My iMessage You told me you're life plan And how you would enjoy a family And I said don't worry All these hopes and dreams Will be turned into reality And right after that i changed the subject so you wouldn't get suspicious. To nervous to ever take it pass being friends In my mind I wonder and pounder How life with you will be But every time I work up a nerve to ask you will you be mine Some other guy Comes into the frame So I sit back And keep picturing telling me you love me and how our life together will be one dream come true One day I will have enough courage to tell you Can I tell you how much I wanna be with you.

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Dec 27, 2012

Dec 27, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC

arturo-serrato-jr

Can I tell you?

What can I say She's full of beauty And also intelligent Averaging a 4.0 every semester So nice to everyone Even though these guys you've dated All did you wrong. Every time we talk I get nervous Every time i see you're icon On my iPhone I thank god For giving you time to reply to My iMessage You told me you're life plan And how you would enjoy a family And I said don't worry All these hopes and dreams Will be turned into reality And right after that i changed the subject so you wouldn't get suspicious. To nervous to ever take it pass being friends In my mind I wonder and pounder How life with you will be But every time I work up a nerve to ask you will you be mine Some other guy Comes into the frame So I sit back And keep picturing telling me you love me and how our life together will be one dream come true One day I will have enough courage to tell you Can I tell you how much I wanna be with you.

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et arsenal af pligter skyld som våben kampføring på åben gade pile af beskyldninger gemte under lag af venlige 'kh'er i bunden af imessage-beskeden mit ønske om bare at svare med et: stopppp :))) det grålige skemalagte liv det forventelige liv nålen af dårlig samvittighed lige under navlen prikkende, trækker blodet min krop er ikke en nålepude dine ord er ikke nåle og skylden er ikke rensende

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC

en-anonym-skikkelse

skyld

et arsenal af pligter skyld som våben kampføring på åben gade pile af beskyldninger gemte under lag af venlige 'kh'er i bunden af imessage-beskeden mit ønske om bare at svare med et: stopppp :))) det grålige skemalagte liv det forventelige liv nålen af dårlig samvittighed lige under navlen prikkende, trækker blodet min krop er ikke en nålepude dine ord er ikke nåle og skylden er ikke rensende

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I lived in Shenzhen, China, for my 6th and 7th grades. - China was AMAZING. In China, blond hair is unusual, I stood out like neon and touching blond hair was considered good luck. In a train station, if I stood still, I could draw a curious mob - especially in the provinces like Heubi and Shanxi. I was in more than a few selfies but people were polite and respectful. China is much more advanced than the U.S.. Everything is new, clean and modern - the Internet is faster. Most trains are bullet trains that travel 325kph (>200mph). There are more than 10 new, gleaming cities larger (and newer) than New York. An App called WeChat (used on your phone) runs the world. imagine Facebook, iMessage, PayPal and Uber combined - with that one App you could do anything. At restaurants, you paid your bill at your table using WeChat from a QR code that the electronic corner of your table displayed. You even paid street vendors with the app - no one used cash. Cameras are everywhere - if you break a law like jaywalking and BBBZZZZ you get a text and the fine is deducted from your WeChat account - all automatically. Public TV screens, located on corners, show recent violations with the perps picture and the fine they paid - again, automatic. Does this sound Orwellian? Well, maybe, but Chinese police don't **** people - or even engage people for minor offenses. America, you're broke and on the edge of being a third world country. Yeah, yeah, I know that China is free-market-communist and certainly imperfect - but if you saw China, you'd be impressed and you'd know the ugly truth - America has squandered it's wealth on military macho and forty years of war. China's last, small war was in 1980 (With Vietnam who they beat in 3 weeks and 2 days). Middle America looks almost bombed-out with closed businesses (even before the pandemic) - but in China, you can’t look anywhere without seeing building cranes - like a forest of trees. A physical illustration of Americas loss of wealth. I LOVE America - it’s sad to see. We've gotta wake up.

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC

anaisvionet

third world America

I lived in Shenzhen, China, for my 6th and 7th grades. - China was AMAZING. In China, blond hair is unusual, I stood out like neon and touching blond hair was considered good luck. In a train station, if I stood still, I could draw a curious mob - especially in the provinces like Heubi and Shanxi. I was in more than a few selfies but people were polite and respectful. China is much more advanced than the U.S.. Everything is new, clean and modern - the Internet is faster. Most trains are bullet trains that travel 325kph (>200mph). There are more than 10 new, gleaming cities larger (and newer) than New York. An App called WeChat (used on your phone) runs the world. imagine Facebook, iMessage, PayPal and Uber combined - with that one App you could do anything. At restaurants, you paid your bill at your table using WeChat from a QR code that the electronic corner of your table displayed. You even paid street vendors with the app - no one used cash. Cameras are everywhere - if you break a law like jaywalking and BBBZZZZ you get a text and the fine is deducted from your WeChat account - all automatically. Public TV screens, located on corners, show recent violations with the perps picture and the fine they paid - again, automatic. Does this sound Orwellian? Well, maybe, but Chinese police don't **** people - or even engage people for minor offenses. America, you're broke and on the edge of being a third world country. Yeah, yeah, I know that China is free-market-communist and certainly imperfect - but if you saw China, you'd be impressed and you'd know the ugly truth - America has squandered it's wealth on military macho and forty years of war. China's last, small war was in 1980 (With Vietnam who they beat in 3 weeks and 2 days). Middle America looks almost bombed-out with closed businesses (even before the pandemic) - but in China, you can’t look anywhere without seeing building cranes - like a forest of trees. A physical illustration of Americas loss of wealth. I LOVE America - it’s sad to see. We've gotta wake up.

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It is 9:52pm. My better judgement has lost today, so I unlock my phone; typing his name in imessage. It is 10:21pm. I read through in silence, his messages a grim reminder of what once was. It is 10:50pm. Here they come, like an unwelcome guest. Hot and flowing, the tears pour and my breath quickens. No signs of soon stopping. It is now 12:13am. My phone lays dark on my bedside table. My gasping sobs cut through the air, muffled and pained. My sheets cover my head and entangle my body, the only comfort on nights like these. 1:45am. Up and down. My chest rises at a slow and steady rhythm. The tears are finally dry, no longer staining my cheeks. The memory of him now slips into my dreams, like a ghost in my subconscious.

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC

avcq

Common Occurrence

It is 9:52pm. My better judgement has lost today, so I unlock my phone; typing his name in imessage. It is 10:21pm. I read through in silence, his messages a grim reminder of what once was. It is 10:50pm. Here they come, like an unwelcome guest. Hot and flowing, the tears pour and my breath quickens. No signs of soon stopping. It is now 12:13am. My phone lays dark on my bedside table. My gasping sobs cut through the air, muffled and pained. My sheets cover my head and entangle my body, the only comfort on nights like these. 1:45am. Up and down. My chest rises at a slow and steady rhythm. The tears are finally dry, no longer staining my cheeks. The memory of him now slips into my dreams, like a ghost in my subconscious.

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