"instagram" poems
Millennial is what called in this generation,
Everywhere here and there,
There are always youths who really never care,
And never been worried about their future.
In Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Messenger,
Are consists of follower, liker, reader and including seener,
Loitering and using fake accounts just to gain a wholesome money,
Even though that it is notorious, they still embark their blunt journey.
Most millennials are undisputedly addicted to social media,
Their lives depends on likes they are going to gain,
They don't care if their faces might be inside of multi-media,
And they don't even care if it will give them a pain.
Some truly go beyond their limits just to have a lot of likes,
Perhaps they are fame ***** but they don't care if someone strikes,
Strikes every part of their body including their faces and such,
Yet they don't care if it will hurt them too much.
However, seeking attention in the cyber world isn't a good thing,
Instead they should focus on things that are essentially free like a king,
Because in this generation, too many people are unaware and careless,
And some they didn't even notice that our environment is already full of fraud either hypocrite and genuine people are less.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 4:50 AM UTC
I am alone.
With just some people I'm moving on.
Some talk less, some talk a lot.
I don't know if they are friends or not.
I am alone.
With some fears I'm moving on.
Some are scary, some are not.
I don't know if they are real or not.
I am alone.
With some deep wounds I'm moving on.
Some hurt more, some hurt less.
I don't know if they will heal or not
I am alone.
With a fake smile I'm moving on.
Sometimes looks good, sometimes not.
I don't know if it works or not.
I am alone.
With some burdens I'm moving on.
Some are huge, some are little.
I don't know if I will repay or not.
I am alone
With some secrets I'm moving on.
Some can save me, some can lead me to death.
I don't even know my remaining breaths.
-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;
It scares me.
The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;
It scares me.
The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;
It scares me.
The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;
It scares me.
The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;
It scares me.
-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
∴
A signifying monkey grunted
(keyboard-clever, morals stunted)
from his perch in a digital tree.
And next, did text (quite rapidly):
“Courtship rituals won’t suffice.
Face-to-face can’t break the ice.
Instagram me! Tweet me up . . .
friend me, like me, buttercup.
Sentences are so outmoded—
take too long to get decoded;
primate sexting hits me faster,
steers me towards your hot disaster.
Female monkeys: send an image.
(Ain’t got time for useless verbiage…)
if your snout just might unseat me
tweet me, greet me—don’t delete me.”
Then, unpeeling fresh banana,
searched his screen for Vox Humana. . .
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr
We use these technologies to pass the time
But the time we spend scrolling our fingers down an iPhone
is never fun or productive
and memories are never made
But whenever I have a spare moment in the day
I’m probably scrolling through some timeline,
looking at some random persons page,
and wasting the short and precious existence that
we are given on this earth
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
1. Had you a viral video,
you’d watch it
more than once.
2. Instagram hearts
make you smile,
even from strangers.
3. Which would
you rather:
***
or
Zuckerberg
friending you
on Facebook.
No, this isn’t a Cosmo quiz —
it’s a social experiment.
Because no one ACTUALLY
answers these questions honestly
without looking like
that ****** at the pool
trying to get as MANY
high fives as possible.
Yet, we all do it.
Alone or in public.
Day or night.
LED screen spice up our lives.
It was probably
best embodied
by that girl taking
selfie
after
selfie
after
selfie
after
selfie,
filmed for minutes
on the way to school,
the video soon posted,
by her dad
trying to teach her a lesson?
Or trying to get attention?
Either way, he might as
well have hashtagged it
#socialsuicide.
Like most humor
we laughed at her
because we are her.
We see a dripping
characterture
************ to
itself in public.
Wait, it,
sounds wrong
when you name it.
But there is
a name for it:
Digital ************
aka
Self-adoration
aka
Narcississism.
You won’t agree
that you do it too.
But I’ll bet
most of you
get excited
thinking about
notifications too.
Why is that?
You’d never admit it.
You can say
I smelt it, so I dealt it.
Call me a preacher,
a hater, or a hypocrit.
But I'd rather you call me a
digital masterbater too.
And then remember the last
time you opened Instagram
or Facebook
or Twitter
and took a selfie
or hashtagged something
or posted a status
that your still breathing.
How long has it been —
a minute, an hour, a day?
Now try making fun of her.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
Check message
Facebook
Check message
Instagram
Check message
Send message
Wait
Check
Look;
When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?
What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
Hashtag done.
Hashtag I give up.
Hashtag tired.
Hashtag alone.
All we ever talk about anymore is hashtags and Instagram and texts and snapchat.
I'm done.
I miss the face to face contact.
The way someone's eyes light up or dim down in reaction to something.
I miss the way your hand feels when you place it on mine.
I miss your hugs.
And I miss your voice.
And I'm able to talk about anything with you over a text message, but I'm afraid that you don't want to talk to me, person to person.
I like to think that we have a great friendship, but I realize that we don't.
You FaceTime and call other people, but you won't do that for me.
I try to initiate more conversation than we have, but I feel like you hold back.
I pour some of my heart out into a message that I sent and your only response is an emoji.
I'm hurt.
As childish as it sounds, I'm hurt.
I'm broken and I feel like you keep taking pieces of me away.
I'm broken and I wish you would actually talk and listen to me instead of typing it out.
I miss you because there's no one else and I'm sorry that there isn't.
I don't mean to burden you with everything that's wrong, but when you say that you're there for me, I expect you to follow through.
I miss you a lot.
And I need you to know that.
Because you mean so much to me.
And I know I don't mean as much to you...
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Our society is obsessed with the cell phone
That ever present handy little device
If we could just leave it behind
Sometimes that would be nice
I've observed people literally
Walk into a door
While looking down at their cell phone
As if gazing at the floor
A call a text or Instagram
Excuse me I have to check my mail
O my God!!!my batteries low!!
Please my phone do not fail
I know we're here for dinner
But I must text a friend
LOL and ***
Now it's time to send
Cell phones have their place
I guess in today's society
But there would not be one in existence
If it were up to me
No one can communicate
As in talking face to face
This type of interaction
Has by the cell phone been replaced
I guess that's just the way it is today
O how I long for the days of old
When you had to find a pay phone
In the heat or rain or cold
Drop a quarter in the slot
Or maybe just a dime
Better say what you want
Your running out of time
I'm just a little old fashioned I guess
I like the way it used to be
When two would sit and talk
Without interruption from technology
RLB
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
You like to say love disappeared.
And I swear it never left, but she talk like Kanye "Ima let you finish"
shrug her shoulders; cut me off, Swift.
Drinks on the table it was no one else's business, Henny in my system there was no one else who witnessed how she never took a breath like a run on sentence so I'm in the club flexing working on my fitness; arms out stretched on my chest crucifixion.
I'm forgiven but could never get a word in not even one syllable I'm talking in synonyms I,
never
ever
nevermore, words with friends. Triple word how absurd you be trippin **** on my Instagram insecurity I'm tired of it I'm with my Boys chillin rarely smoked but might burn a spliff; ease the pain so insane major Payne fatigue is in.
I got a glimpse of future, I use to, try to hit you up reconnect, bluetooth, I'm in her ear lying for the *** I miss you, she on top giving me the truth: this all you. But **** it though I'm not trynna be your man, but when she leaving out for work I be sleepin in
and when she home I tax that *** like I'm Uncle Sam nothing ever change so after head she be at my neck
next
Flashback to the present
--and--
she still telling me how I don't get it
stressed
unproductive in her presence, you not even in front of me I'm still tasting lemons; Yo, my star player wants a trade should I let her go? cut too deep for bandaids should I let it flow.
Throwback to the past vampire clothes but the blood different I'm a sucker for that red though: she was floating 6 inches from the earth floor, you's a victim baby true blood, spoil us! Show Me What You Got lil mama let your "Kingdom Come" dressed in all black spending money black republican? Awesome and some; I was sliding home she was catching, clamping; say I turn her on like a touch screen, Samsung; with a touch of color you would disobey your mother as I slid under your covers
mid-day massages
"Midnight Maunders"
at least that's how it use to be, now Award Tour got her trippin almost frequently
we use to fight for love she said now she a causality!
"and how you gonna make this bout you it's about me, phone ringing since 1am it's about 3
thought you was slick huh,
thought I was sleep, you **** right love disappeared"
but she never leaves.
She's still waiting to exhale, but she never breaths.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Social media
has ruined my life
my mom says it
was never like this
twenty-five years ago
You never saw
all your friends
hanging out without
you
Or the boy you like
be with someone else
or be caught in a lie
Social media lets lonely
people to act like they
aren’t lonely
and it allows people to
show off their lives
by hurting others
Show off your body
for all the old men
waiting behind a screen
instead of a tree in the park
Show off your friends
to the person you
left behind
Carry on all the
traditions that were
started way back
when they were
your friend
Watch your guy’s new girl
and see her photos with him
and imagine it was you
Social media
posting pictures
leaving comments
counting likes
has ruined more
friendships than
Instagram followers
I’ll ever have
It has ruined my life
And everyone allows it
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
You stood by my side
when I couldn't sleep
on cold and lonely nights.
You stood by my side
when I was losing
everyone in my sight.
You stood by my side
when I kept over thinking,
felt scared and terrified.
You stood by my side
when I wanted to quit
and commit suicide.
You stood by my side
when I wanted to hide.
You became my best-friend
and that's how I feel inside.
-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Crippling depression
Is not good for you
Even though you think depression is good
The crippling makes it not very good
Jake searches up crippling depression
But then he finds that he is depression
You may think that this poem is bad
You probably wont live to see another day
So just be happy, and don't be sad
Go follow @devenpawarr on instagram to remove your possible symptoms of crippling depression
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
Pathetic parasite
of a woman
perpetuates
love indefinitely,
a plague
upon hopelessly
romantic people.
A performance.
Smiling, always.
Hates
good news and
sleeps around,
sleeps
surrounded
in black light.
Wearing sunglasses.
Her day is
nighttime.
She breathes
aesthetic,
instagram posts
to survive.
But thrives, only.
The numb gummed
princess cries
every day and
yes. She said it,
even
a hundred times
but
language
proves flexible.
Same words mean
different things
and we
obviously don’t
speak the same
language.
I meant mine.
I didn’t know
she’d sell hers
for snow.
Fame.
Attention from strangers.
Welcome home.
Winter came and stayed,
love never lived here.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Currently online.
Two chat heads active.
My fragile heart though, in one.
Friends online: 87.
Last seen: 16:43.
Really, ignoring me?
But who are you talking to?
Delivered. Delivered. Is this deliberate?
Are you busy, are you with someone? Who is he?
Don't you see what you do to me?
— Minutes since message sent: 320 or more,
Years together: best part of four.
I’m not counting but
Is he the one from your instagram?
Friends nearby: 6.
Last seen: 23:55.
Nevermind.
Flick up to clear all apps,
And with that my heart,
Night.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
My Obsessive Compulsive Disorder causes me severe anxiety.
It's hard. To have it my way. It's hard. I overthink it. The images of the little things replay in my mind.
I can't seem to hide.
Why do I have this fear? Just make it all disappear. It's not reasonable yet it feels so intense.
I feel tense. I am not satisfied with my presence. I feel uncomfortable.
Why am I not content with my surroundings.
My disorder involves both obsessions and compulsions that take up lot of time and get in the way of important activities that I value.
So many mistakes that I need to fix.
So hard to perfect everything.
The line I drew isn't straight, I have to start all over.
I need to wash my hands again. It's been 5 minutes since I haven't.
Don't bite the Kit Kat, break off each stick and eat it.
The clothes in my closet should be hung up and organized by color.
My picture frame isn't hung up in the middle of the wall.
My food should not be mixed with the side dishes or I refuse to eat.
My apps aren't on the right page of my phone.
Twitter should be under social and instagram should be under photography and if it's not, it's wrong, it's all wrong!
I need to wash my hands again it's been 10 minutes since I haven't.
The tv volume should only be an even number or a multiple of five.
Why is my seatbelt twisted?
My mind is twisted.
All these errors are persistent.
So hard to resist it.
I am not leaving my house until my phone is 100%, 97% and I can't stand it (will not do. )
Mother tells me it'll be alright after i take my pills...I agree to as long as the pills are sorted by color
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
You’re all alone,
Sometimes getting messages,
Sometimes not
To go on Tinder dates
And so sometimes you go.
Some go real ****
I mean it’s Tinder, dah.
But latest one goes kinda well,
And so you go with it,
You wanna settle down.
The only thing
He’s a proper *******
You read on Instagram about.
So you pretend to be a fuckgirl,
No feelings sticking out.
The exes really sense it,
You’re with another guy.
Especially, a full moon
Does something real strange,
They start to really feel that.
The exes either come in packs,
Or they don’t come at all.
They see you’re sort of happy,
So it becomes their master plan -
To ******* ruin it all.
They text, they call,
They start remembering
The nicest **** you’ve done.
They try to reach that special spot,
They’ve reached then shattered many times.
But once for all, this time for 'real'
You have decided: "I'm ******* quitting it",
"This time feelings will be nowhere near it".
So you just keep on seeing the *******
You've met on Tinder.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
mov•ie
\ ˈmü-vē \
noun
1.a story represented in motion pictures/motion : noun : mo·tion : \ ˈmō-shən \ : an act, process, or instance of changing place/forward, backward, up, down, pacing, running, crawling/how we flee from our lives, our problems, our responsibilities/instead of focusing on motion we look to pictures/picture : noun : pic·ture : \ ˈpik-chər \ : a design or representation made by various means/click, zoom, import, export/our lives are on a flash drive, on a snapchat, on an instagram, on a memory card/everywhere but on our own memories/we don’t like pictures either/they show moments never to be regained from our past/our solution?/combine them into something better/movie : verb : mov·ie : \ ˈmü-vē \ : an escape from reality/we use movies to deflect the pain of our lives/we think that we watch because we are bored/no/we watch to escape/escape : verb : es·cape : /əˈskāp/ : a recording of moving images that tells a story and that people watch on a screen or television.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
They are a reflection
flashing against me fast.
They are seeking attention
from the faces of my past.
The demons are here
and looking for a ****
I might die tonight
If I wouldn't stay still.
-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 7:24 AM UTC
I'm so bored
tell me a story
play an online game with me
someone text me
buy me a lamb
make a new tweet
take me shopping
buy me a wii u
I'm so bored
everything's so boring
I have no games on the wii
so I am bored as can be
someone post on instagram
something saying "yeet"
get me pizza with lots of toppings
is anyone else bored, too?
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Death
On 9/11
Unhealthy food
In Seven-Eleven
Instagram-
"No thank you ma'am."
Television, news-
is society's bruise
Makes me wanna
drink *****
Because
Probody's Nerfect.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
There are too many things
I still want to do with you
Baseball games
in the blistering heat
so I can Instagram our love
Trips to the city
I'll tweet about
just vaguely enough that people wonder
what we did all night
in that big hotel room
Swimming with sharks
getting likes on our Facebook photos
and jealous messages from our friends
Our relationship
was always set to private
I guess I liked it better that way
but whether or not my friends can see it
there are too many things
I still want to do with you
Please don't be done with me yet
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC