"ringtone" poems
Out of frustration
I broke my phone screen
who cares?
nobody is going to call me anyway.
Rather your not going to call me anyway
Months have passed
Seasons have changed
And on this day of rememberance
I took every picture of you from my broken phone
and placed it into my picture folder
As I peruse though the memories
and picture yesterday;
My phone screams out a sound i had not heard in quite awhile.
So loud my heart almost stopped and my brain ran wild
Your ringtone, on the very second i click ok to save,
alerted me that you sent a text message today.
a text message...of all things, a text message...
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 2:41 AM UTC
****
Frock..
Flock.
Bock!
Bock bock bock!
Mother mother bock,
Mother mother bock bock
Mothercluck mothercluck
eggsh eggsh eggsh
1 2,
1 2 3 Crack!
Eggs eggs cheese,
Baking biscuits
Frying spud
Mix'n roux
Squashing beefs,
Squashing beefs beefs beefs.
Rolling patties,
Flipping bacon.
Who eat the bacon?
We eat the bacon!
Roll'n patties-
-uuuh yeah, let me get a bacon'n'egg
In'a'tick little man.
I'll put that **** in my pan.
If the thank you doesn't show,
You can owe me blow me-
Imperial March ringtone
-Checks cell and ignores call-
"Who was that?"
"What? Oh,
Just another annoying memory."
-OH!
My kitchen love!
Ovee Ovee Ove-n
I think I wanna roast-ya toast-ya!
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
The dried petals of a once green love
snake through the beige carpet--
along with potato chips,
along with icy *****
along with grey ash of cheapshit incense,
my empire soles trample in after work.
Susan smiles and tries to reheat the leftovers.
Our bulging bellies match from a marriage of coping strategies,
stretch mark'd and daydreaming of
other seasons; sweat on foreign sheets,
other napes; Mediterranean baby's breath,
other scents; a choice between gardenia and gasoline,
Susan's a liar.
Of deceit--I've grown tired.
Newspaper, newspaper bring me a bullet.
Doorbell, doorbell bring me a blushing nomad in need of bruising.
Ringtone, ringtone bring me DHS and an actual Friday.
Susan tucks me in to the Lullaby of the Infomercial,
her fingernail seeps into my lower lip.
I roll onto my side.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 2:40 AM UTC
I feel it in the tenderness in your expression,
when you call me baby over the phone.
I feel the charm of your masculinity.
Something deep inside of you transfers esoterically
inside my soul.
I want you to get deeper into our merger.
I want to be your dream come true.
I want to cradle myself next to you;
a blanket on the floor, a pillow on the bed,
a tent in a back field in the middle of the night.
it doesn’t matter where we are, as long as I lay next
to my man.
I will be happy, I will be whole.
I like it when you call me baby, I am fully aware that
I am yours.
I am dedicated to my African King, and I know that you are
devoted to me.
When you call me baby, I know you mean it.
You arouse a fireside of warmth inside my wet harbor,
and when you call me baby, you make me feel like Black Beauty!
I feel the sensations of your heartbeat, jiving to music that
only we can hear..
You make me melt like heat to ice, when you touch my lips,
and kiss me goodnight.
I feel exclusively special when you call me your Lady!
I can’t help but hold a torch for you.
I like it when you call me baby, it makes me feel rather
profound for you.
When you call me baby over the phone,
I want to add your sentiment as my preferred ringtone.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
Every blink of the screen,
she sees his affection
through pix elated font forming
into I Love You.
She can feel the radiation
keeping their relationship, alive and electrifying.
The satellites are always on their side.
Her heart beats so fast
to the ringtone of his high-tech heart.
Every keypad pressed
are thousand sweet words expressed.
The radiation won't keep us apart,
signals will bridge our undying love.
Cause, as long we have this electronic gadgets,
I know we are in love.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
I cannot sleep
Or at least I choose not to
Until the sun breaks the horizon
I wake up to a typical ringtone
But sometimes my heart hurts
Like it used to when I smoked
And after 12 hours of rest
I can still barely open my eyes
I cannot convince myself that
There's a real reason to wake up
I am so alone aside from my love
That any social interaction crashes over my body with
guilt and embarrassment that have no purpose
I swallow a few conversations but they hurt
I miss the friends I used to have but I know
We changed so much it could never be the same
And through recent interaction
I realize how much I miss my community
Surrounding myself with those who understand
My fears
My pain
My experiences
Without me having to explain it
Validating my emotions and
Reminding me that I am allowed to feel the way I do
Simply because I do
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
I loved you, you made me hate me
You gave me hate, see it saved me and these tears are deadly
You feel that? I rip back every time you tried to steal that
You feel bad? You feel sad? I'm sorry, hell no, **** that
It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife
This strife it dies, this life and these lies
And these lungs have sung this song for too long
And it's true I hurt too remember I loved you
And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
I've been abused, I feel so used because of you
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
I wish I could I could have quit you, I wish I never missed you
And told you that I loved you every time I ****** you
The future that we both drew and all the **** we've been through
Obsessed with the thought of you the pain just grew and grew
How could you do this to me? Look at what I made for you
It never was enough and the world is what I gave to you
I used to be love struck, now I'm just ****** up
Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts
And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
And I've been abused, I feel so used because of you
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest
And your tears are dried up now, you just lay without a sound
Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest
And my fears are over now, I can leave with my head down
And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
And I've been abused, I feel so used because of you
I'm sorry oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry no, no
Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry
Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry
I'm sorry no
Send "My black Dahlia" Ringtone to your cell
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
Raindrops on my phone
Sitting out in the open air
Have to change my ringtone
Or write a poem and share
Raindrops on my phone
Have to go in now
Still about that tone
What about the mooing of a cow
Raindrops falling outside
More and more
What if it causes a tide
That won't happen I'm sure
Cold seeping into my bones
My blanket is near
About these tones
There's none I prefer
Rain has stopped falling
I'm out in the open air
No one is calling
I'll write a poem and share
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
I woke up
to a nightcalm-shattering
cell phone ringtone.
"Can I come over, baby?"
"What time is it?"
"I don't know 3, 4."
**** eyes roll, sigh,"yeah I guess so."
"Don't sound too excited," Molly said, Molly laughed.
"Are you going to be long?"
"Nah, I'm already outside."
"Awesome. Okay, let me put on some pants."
I opened the door.
Her hair was up.
Her skin was the color of milk.
Her eyes were grey.
She held keys in the palm of her hand.
"I like your hair," Molly said, Molly laughed.
I said it was getting ridiculous,
she put her hands on my chest,
the tension in the tips of her fingers grew,
exploration, exploration.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Nah, can we just sit on the couch?"
"Sure."
"How's your fella do-"
She kissed the words, to lock them in.
She started to tear at my shirt,
I stalled her advances,
turned the tables,
I'm done with being prey.
I pulled her up gracelessly,
I fell through her crimson shirt,
through her black bra,
I drank each ounce of her chest,
I grabbed her nape gracelessly,
her eyes briefly frightened,
turned sinister,
turned to validation,
turned to encouragement.
I mapped her stomach,
made quick work of her
cotton shorts,
I bit the waistline of
her lace,
she clung to my coagulated hair,
I laid her to the ground,
we warred atop notebooks and
***** t-shirts,
kissing vigorously in an attempt
to stay far ahead of morals, of reasoning.
I feasted on her hip bone,
she tugged at my shirt,
no,no,no.
I removed the lace with my teeth,
her breath was exciting,
I feasted on the insides of her thighs,
she convulsed,
cursed,
grabbed tight to shirt, to hair, to every piece of furniture near.
Molly's pupils, irises, all grew.
Molly's panting ******* moans all rose.
Howling.
Peaking, breaking, releasing, falling,
sighing,
sighing,
breathing.
I wiped my lips with the back of my arm,
got up,
went to the bathroom,
used some mouthwash,
Molly walked in behind me,
"Things have been going better with him, lately, actually."
"I'm ******* happy for you guys."
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
when your first "boyfriend" breaks up with you
put down the can of frosting
forget the melodramatics
don't buy the jesse mccartney ringtone
skip to the part where you make out with your best friends neighbor
trust me
when your next boyfriend cheats on you
put down the razor
where did you even learn that?
don't take him back
it doesn't matter that "you gave him everything"
you will have given everyone after him everything as well
When your first high school boy doesn't love you back
move on
or you will forever be the crazy girl
he may be charming and have a mesmerizing smile
but you will do dispiciple things along the way to have him
those stolen moments
will not be worth the awkward moment(s) with his girlfriend(s)
When your second high school boy doesn't love you back either
wait it out
it will happen,
on multiple occasions
but know when to move on
because waiting gets old
When you fall for your **** buddy
don't decide to make that your "slutty year"
because one year is a long time in high school
hide away in your dark room
watch charlie st. cloud on repeat
when your friends try to cheer you up-let them
the feelings will go away, but he will not
so know when to say no
but you can say yes, too
however, don't abandon real people for fake intimacy
When you fall for your friend
**don't ******* tell anyone**
you know it will never happen, ever
stop trying
for the love of God, stop trying
And When you think you've found what you've been looking for
turn around
go back up north
it was all a trap
trust me
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC
He didn’t respond for five hours on the Fourth of July
It was warm
I was tired
Cell phone rested on my thigh
And I sat
And I waited
Another hour passed by
He was mad
Or maybe his phone was dead
Or he was with that girl,
Autumn,
He said she was giving him the eye
So I picked up my phone
And sent a message that read,
“Hey baby,
I miss you,
So, can you please reply?”
He was my world
My everything
The who made me sigh
As I listened to silly love songs
He made me want to try
To spend each moment
Speaking not from my mind
But from my heart to his
Two more hours went by
His soul with mine
Intertwined
It was dark now
Cool
Into a chair I reclined
And I sent another text
“Hi, hope your day is going well
Text me whenever,
I’m getting by.”
I missed the moment when
My brother managed to embarrass himself
Yet again
And why it was so funny
I’ll never know
Because on the phone remained my eyes
Another mindless hour went by
And finally
The phone’s ringtone chimed
But I didn’t pick it up
Let alone waste my time
With someone who made me feel so confined
I felt the wind brush against me
Smelled fresh, crisp, summer air
And I spent the night
Sitting in the grass
Watching the stars
As they danced and conversed as the fireworks burst
And I realized
I could love myself
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Dear Gentlemen,
May I share with you a secret?
Some of you have already known,
some might overlook it.
No matter what your Lady says,
she loves it when you call her.
Her "If you're busy it's ok" is really not ok.
Your "I'm too busy to call" is definitely not ok.
No matter how busy you are,
you can always make time for your beloved.
A phone call, even with no conversational substance,
makes her believe you two are closer.
A phone call, even just a quick "I just miss you that's all",
strengthens her devotion.
A phone call, every now and then,
lets her known she is on your mind,
reminds her of you,
makes the sense of togetherness shine through.
So, Gentlemen,
no matter how much poetry you have written for her,
how much love you dedicate to her,
how many flower bouquets you send her,
every now and then, do yourself a favor,
put everything else aside (no multitasking!)
to call her on the phone.
If you are married,
call from work.
If you share the same place,
call from outside.
If you meet way too often,
call when you do not.
The more frequent your name appears on her little screen,
in her smart, love-coated mind,
The more grossly exaggerated your time of devotion will be.
Dear Ladies,
sorry that I slipped out our secret.
It just ***** not hearing that special ringtone
(you know, the one only his calls make)
a little more often,
doesn't it?
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 10:03 AM UTC
When he calls again,
Do Not pick up the phone,
do not wonder about lips that judge
ignorant of the fines he owes.
When he calls again,
Do Not throw the phone,
you have ran as far as runaway thoughts,
a shattered screen won't carry you further.
When he calls again,
Do Not scream at the ringtone,
the cacophony of broken sounds
will not chip away at the memory of his sins.
When he calls again,
when he begs for forgiveness,
DO (Not) tell this manchild that
to forgive is mercy,
and only God grants mercy.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
His hands were callused and cracked
They were rough on my cheek
I had never been pulled in the way Clark Gable pulls them in
Like in all of those movies I had seen when I was a kid
The way I had always practiced
Back then my ringtone was the sound of bells chiming
More specifically the bells of Notre Dame
As his stubble grazed mine they rang out
He let go of my face, his untrimmed nails scratched my chin
I would weep for hours that night
Stare into the dark corners of my room
Trying to identify all of the shadows I used to think were scary
I knew now what scary really was
Scary was his hand on my rib cage
Scary was liking it
He never did call
I changed my ringtone to the whistle from Robin Hood
I was set up on a date by my best friend
She was kind
Her hands were soft and smelled like Love Spell by Victoria’s Secret
She had no stubble to graze mine
She pressed her lips on the scratch he left on my chin with his untrimmed fingernails
And I flinched
This too was scary
This too I liked
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
Tonight i ride the couch we used to sleep in
The moments where our eyes met their binocular view
You were there in front of me
Your heart, your body,
The soul i yearn to grasp
The beauty I can't stop my mind of thinking
Right there
Her pause of words inhaled my oxygen
The sound of her voice became my ringtone
Awakening the memory of love and heartbreak
She's there
I felt her, I touched her
She was the flower inside my lifeless garden
Right there
The look she wore that dark dreamy lovely night
Staring through my skin deep beneath me
Her face turned red and the sign left me clueless
I was enchanted
The brown eyes, white skin
The beauty that centuries forgotten to age
I was there
She was there
I held her soul from the heart her chest hid
I felt her and suddenly the flower blossomed between us
Her brown eyes became my view every morning
She became the sun inside my universe
The moon in nights like this
In this couch
I miss her in these good nights
But her nights are not the same like mine
No longer
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
When we first met
I was the cold breeze on the summer day, or a new used car that you couldn’t wait to drive
Uncomfortable at first, but kind of nice when it you got used to it
But, instead of waiting for the chills to go away, you embraced me
You took my hand and smiled at me
Reassuring me that everything was going to be okay
You promised me that you would never walk away
So, I took your hand, and I smiled back
I thought I was finally sound
I believed you would take the pain away
I remember every memory you left me with
From the sketches you would imprint on my back with your nails as I shouted your name
To the screams of regret you repeated like a ringtone as they rolled off your tongue
Every time you said my name
It was a form of art
Like your bass drum and guitar
Like your voice in the choir
Your trumpet wailing on high
But the paint was wearing thin on this masterpiece
and I was no longer your muse
As my late night drives got shorter and the air got crisp
So did our conversations
and So did our kisses
You got sad
I realized you were more broken than I, but I had no idea what to do
I was a car missing seat belts, and you got in
Every worry from before we met flooded into my head
I was sure I could hand the wheel to you
And you took it
But when I told you I couldn’t drive,
you forgot to tell me
neither could you
Your best friend was your ex
now she was gay, it was okay
She would “never swing that way”
again
Is that why you left the theatre in the middle of my very first play?
I waited for a praise, for you to take my hand at the end
Give me a rose and kiss my lips
If only I’d known that she took those instead
Here I was, along for the ride
Speeding down that highway with my hair in the wind,
I put myself in your hands
But they got shaky
You asked me to drive for a bit
Of course I was scared
I still hadn’t learned
But it was you
No wouldn’t fly
While you sat back
And grabbed that wheel, knuckles white
I bit my lip until I tasted blood
I went in head first and I hit the gas,
Telling myself
"Everything is gonna be okay"
then I saw the tree
Blocking the path
We were both getting bad
I was left at the wheel again,
I was shaky, short breaths
You were the elongated sigh
As you jumped out the door
And I crashed
On a cold winter night, a rusty old car you couldn’t wait to get rid of
Uncomfortable, and you couldn’t get used to it
When we first met
You promised you would never walk away
You were right
You ran
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Thank you for showing me how to love again. Thank you for being a lover and a best friend.
For all the ways you show me your love.
I honestly couldn’t thank you enough.
I never knew that love could make me feel this way. That is all because you are just being you. You are everything I’ve ever wanted, all wrapped in one.
I would give you the world and then some to prove my love to you, I’m so close to throwing up a line to the moon just to drag it to you.
Your smile lights up the darkest of days, your laughter is the greatest ringtone to come from you. Don’t get me started on your voice, almost like an angel sent from heaven.
1257 days of love and plenty more to go, I love you more than you’ll ever know.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
nothing beats the euphoria of waking up next to her. the ecstasy of waking up next to the girl of your dreams. but she's much better than that because she's the girl of my reality. when i wake up before her, i just place my face a few centimeters away from her's. and i try to survive on the breath that she's done with. the way her lips quiver while she's dreaming makes me want to have her for breakfast. if only god allows it, there won't be a morning where she doesn't wake up with good morning kisses between her legs. her moans would be my ringtone and i don't care if people stare at me when someone calls, i'll even wait till the part where she screams god's name in vain. i'd gladly go to hell for her and if the devil asks me if she was worth it, i'll laugh and light a cigarette with hellfire and say "i'm actually waiting for her here."
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
That stupid song, by Owl City
With gentle words and sounds so pretty
But waking up in the middle of every night
To that peaceful song, to start a fight
"This is the end." You state, matter of fact.
And I begin, again to pull you back
"I cut again." You admit to me.
And I know your wrists just bleed and bleed
I sigh, "It's 3am, wait for the sun,
Your day has only just begun...
... It can get better, my ill good friend,
And now is not the time to end."
I beg and plead for him to stay
Off the edge of the busy highway
For a year, I was the only one that knew
Of all the pain you went through
And in the end, a Saturday in January
You sang to me like a caged canary
You thanked me for the love I gave
But you were impossible to save
I begged and plead for you to try
Said that with my help you would survive
When I called the police you ran away
To the edge again, of that ****** highway
I was too late
Thanks a lot mate.
Hope you can see me from up there
And know that I am worse for wear.
Vanilla Twilight. That stupid song
That was my ringtone for so long.
I wish I could hear it one more time
Cuz that would mean my best friend was still mine.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 2:18 AM UTC
You know it's bad
When a simple
Two-note ringtone
Feels like
A shard of glass
Slowly edging its way
Into my heart.
That ringtone means
Trying not to anger you;
Dancing around you
To keep things okay.
But it also means
That you still
Want to talk to me.
And the really ******* stupid thing
Is that that means
More than his I love yous,
More than nights spent with him,
More than countless messages from him.
One text from you
Makes everything better
And worse. Again.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
Waiting
For the shadow of the earth
To drink the sunlight from my room
So you can light it up
With a little light on my phone
Waiting
For other voices to fade to white
I could listen to yours all night
Even if its just vibrations
Or my specially set ringtone
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
I miss you a lot
So much it hurts
With every thought
That passes through
Not talking to you
Not seeing your face
Makes me take a few
Minutes to breath
This love inside
Comes so easy
Impossible to hide
But it can hurt
When you're not around
I mope and drag
And wait for the sound
Of your ringtone
Because my life's dull
And it's just not right
I don't feel whole
Without you in it
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
Sing me that song you sang first time we locked eyes
The song that gave me butterflies
The song that made me believe true love existed not only in movies but also in real life
Sing me that song for it made me fall in love with you more
Through it I learned to dance
Through I got my first kiss
Through I got so wild
Sing me that song for when you are far away
I hear your voice calling out for me
I hear your whispers and
I feel your lips coming for mine
Sing me that song for I can't get over the fact that it's still my ringtone
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
The phone rings and it's 2:00 AM
I hear your voice on the other end
You're cryin' and it sounds like he's hit you again
Sure, I'll come get you and I'll take you in -
while you try to work things out with him...
Because I'm not rich enough
I'm not tall enough
I'm not hot enough
But I'm the nicest guy you've ever known...
It's why I'm in the friend zone
A few weeks later I hear your ringtone
You're whispering, so I know you're not alone
He came home drunk and angry tonight
Now he's breaking up the house and he's looking for a fight
You ask if I could meet you at the end of the road
and if I'd mind bringing a change of clothes...
Of course not, I'll be there in 10,
just to get you away from him
But you know...
I'm not hip hop enough
I'm not redneck enough
I'm not bad boy enough
I'm not Tik Tok enough
But I'm the nicest guy you've ever known...
It's why I'm in the friend zone
I'm out with the boys on a Saturday night
County sheriff tears by screaming sirens and lights
The music's playing loud and I'm halfway gone
So I pay him no attention and never looked at my phone
5 missed calls and 3 texts unread
"Help me please," was what the last one said
But you said I'm
Not this enough
and I'm not that enough
And I live on the wrong side of town...
But I promise, I promise
I'll be there...
When they lay you down.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 8:31 PM UTC
My mother misses me.
She called,
But I wouldn’t pick up.
Something feels safer,
And everything else, better,
When I’m away.
And yet, I see her,
Head in hands; crying,
“Will he ever come home?”
But with not one picture,
If only nothing, left behind,
It’d never be real again.
Emptied, would be home,
Lost, lacked a moment captured,
The effigy, smoldering, at best.
And still, she calls,
Answered, only my ringtone,
She’d never take my name away,
She’d said, “Son,” and
I’d pray for her to stop crying,
So that I may finally start.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC