Learn more about other poetry terms
There's this one little bee
Born from a QueenBee's belly
And voila he's a he
Named after his Daddy.
Since he was small
We can't belittle
What he can do little
In our hearts sparkle.
Life journey is not easy
Not just to few but to many;
However coping will vary
Depends on how strong are we.
Swipe left, Swipe right.
Update her Instagram Bio, Like a few images, and post a picture.
Her loyal subjects swarm her page leaving gifts a plently in the form of digital admiration.
The Instagram queen sat upon her throne
The lights twinkled on her phone
The comments appeared on her screen
She was filled with joy
I wish the color of my skin was a blessing in society's eyes.
Just because I'm not freak'n pale.
Maybe, if I was darker I would get more hate.
I don't know much about football.
Aphrodite,
Your Instagram wifey
Model by day,
Uploading constantly
Beautiful as can be
She uses Huda Beauty
They say myths and legends are old tale
from forgotten times where time ails
but myths are not forgotten
it least not by the young
We hear old legends of Athena and Hera
Narcissus, handsome as he were
so attractive, named after him are flow’rs
posted an instagram selfie, did he
waiting for his followers’ attention, though fleeting
poor Narcissus: the ‘likes’ donned upon him
Some days are just different than others,
Some are bright and clear
But sometimes you release the pain,
And shed a tear
Lately, I've been talking to God more often,
Asking him how I fit into all this,
When you’re suffocated
The world just caves in
collapsing into your every heaving breath
and suddenly-
you’re drowning in another world
in embraces that check your tongue;
Hey Cody, I know you like Instagram, but don’t get caught up in it.Instagram in itself isn’t such a bad thing.
Feeling Like A Rag Doll,I am disabled by birth.I am paralyzed fromthe waist down!!!!
All of my life I've livedwith this!! I cannot stand-up on my ownbut with help I can!!
(I wrote this poem about the effects of social media for my English class. It doesn't
rhyme but it has a little repetition. I don't know how this website works but if
you can, feel free to share feedback!)
My dream isone thing &one thing only!!
I was born aParaplegic!!Growing up,I've been called a wholebunch of names!!
President Donald J. Trump
is planning on taking our
Medicaid & Medicare
away from us!!
Medicaid & Medicare
are my life!! I can't
live without it!!
I cannot pay out-
Impeach!!
Impeach!!
Impeach!!
I hope
President
Trump!!
Impeach!!
Impeach!!
Impeach!!
Trump is
causing
more
trouble
than
ever!!!
"I am disabled
birth!! There
are a lot of us
all over the
world!! When
you see one of
us don't turn
away?!! Lend
a helping hand!!"
I am tired of
people calling
me prejudice!!!
I am not prejudice,
racist, or discriminate
against others...
I am friendly with
everyone except
that I get moody
"To All You Mothers
Who Are Pregnant
& Having A Baby,
Be Happy with What
You Have!! Whether
It's A Boy or Girl or
Whether It's Amulatory
or Non-Abulatory"!!!
Suicides,
why do people
want to harm
themselves &
for what?!!
Suicides,
what kind of
family lifestyle
did this person
have?!!
Suicides,
Child Molesters,
why are they on
this earth?!!
Child Molesters,
to think that all
of those minors
being hurt by
them!!
Child Molesters,
I wonder what
9/11/2001,
do you
remember
that awful
day?!!
Who can
forget right?!!
9/11/2001,
What was
going through
your minds
to see ISIS
blowing up the
Why did God create us?!!
God surely didn't create
us to murder, rape, other
assaults!!!
God created us in HIS
image yet there are
drug addict & drug
dealers. I don't understand
Don't underestimate
the power of the
disabled?!! Us disabled
have more strength than
you know!!!
We can Powerlift,
We can play
Shotput, We can
run a 200m relay
race!!
Pres. Donald J. Trump
cannot be trusted!!
Pres. Donald J. Trump
doesn't care about the
"American People"!!
He especially doesn't
care about us disabled
citizens!!
I am disabled by birth &whenever I start to speaksome peopleimitates theway I speak& that reallyirritates me& making melook like afool!!
On Remission,
August 2010,
it was the
worst day of
my life!!
This is when
my Ocology
Doctor diagnosed
me with Acute
Leukemia!!!
At first my doctor
Instagram, Facebook,
That is all it took,
Took to lead these teens
Out into the streets
To live what they'd seen
On some little screen.
Social Media, feeding the
Obsession. Expression
which switches
Depression to Repression.
Lies disguise
our devotion to true emotion.
Self-Hatred, the secret sacred
Entity for a hurting Identity.
America
Where they say to be yourself
But "yourself" should be beautiful
So you make Yourself
Only you know you will never compete
With the image on the screen
Or the perfect aesthetic squares
Social media is the worlds imagination.
You can be anything you want.
Doctor, nurse, rapper, singer, model...those are the most popular.
All you need is a few followers.
All my life I questioned if he existed. Until one day everything changed,
I met people who loved me
Who loved him with all their heart
A ‘somebody’ to me is someone who is successful. Somebody who can tell their future kids someday that you can accomplish anything with determination and self-discipline. For me, a ‘somebody’ also means someone who can change people’s lives.
What is the true meaning of this SeLfy of SeLfme?
All I really know is that it takes care of me.
With its filters I change who I am,
I am confident and free, but I am not me.
So, Please SeLfie help me.
Exposing my face on Facebook,
or tweeting my teeth on twitter.
That is not who I am really.
Social Media is a game controling our life.
Loging on to Facebook
Recieving "Likes"
Logging on to Twitter
Receiving "Favorites"
Logging on to Vine
Receiving "Revines"
Banging, Clanging, Singing,
Lyrical tunes spinning,
That’s how I think, not how I write.
Restricted by society,
They say “Don’t say”
They say “Do say”
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
Behind the lights and cameras,
Behind the edits and makeup,
I am unique.
Hidden behind the photoshop
Is a girl who just wants to be heard.
Who wants to be noticed,
To be cared for,
Refresh, scroll, refresh, scroll;
I know by doing this it will take it’s toll.
Covet, envy, you become a green monster.
We want to post a picture too, be another flaunter.
Click, snap, image captured
Edit, draw, redirected
Delete, delete
Photo recaptured
Upload now, photo posted
This is me #nomakeup
Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears
This is I #nofilter
When you look at the world What do you see?
Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia?
Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Flawed your a beautiful creature With thorns of purple petals that tend to flow to mellows of sweet shallow melodies and you tend to have the sweetest n
A lot of people know me as
@haleythebirdie singing "All That Jazz"
Or lockedinabirdcage
Analyzing why paper beats rock
And for those followers, I am on stage on the web when I talk
Or 15byerha
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
Who am I behind the camera lens?
I constantly take pictures with my friends.
Everyone that looks at my Instagram
thinks I'm going ham.
Who am I?
I am not my facebook page
I am not the number of likes on my Instagram post
I am no the numbe of retweets on Twitter
I am me.
I am loving, caring, and kind
I am friendly, funny, and quiet
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
When I take a picture
I smile and stare at my relfection.
My mind wonders if they will like it
if they will see me the way I see me.
Without filters or make-up, I am like a flower that grows with natural beauty. I am my own mirror that reflects my true skin, I`m a beauty that is priceless. I`m ordinary pretty.
i'm not perfect
and neither are you.
but maybe the first step towards getting the right view of ourselves
is to stop putting just our filtered face forward
and pretending that we are.
Imagine a world without filters
Where people see you for who you really are
Don't worry about hiding that scar
Because that is a part of who you are
Be happy with yourself and forget what others think
I am a woman who can do it all
Even though I am so small
I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
I spend many years waiting for that person to treat me like a princess. I did not commit in the past because I knew deep down in my heart neither person was truly ready for the commitment of my heart.
Blood as red as a rose
They said death was something that you just chose
Truthfully it chose you
The world is full of hate and anger,
These things tend to berate and linger,
Be cautious ye, the Instagrammer,
Don't post pics that make thee stammer.
In fact my friend, open your eyes,
Let's face it, reality is pretty boring, several hours of brain torturing; grades, test, and jobs only create worrying; what is all this that we spend our time juggling?
Hashtag “no filter”
Hashtag “no edit”
Dear valencia and sierra
I owe you the credit
Blurry pictures
Red eyes
And blemishes galore
Dislike, mean comment, take it down Good Lord!
she hides behind a façade of perfection
each photo she uploads has a certain sheen
her profile portrays her laughing, smiling, living
but everything she shows you is not all that it seems
I'm not that perfect valencia skin beauty
I'm that beauty that can be a pizza face
I'm not that small forehead lucky individual
I'm that five forehead cutie
Is it okay?
Is it okay?
Why does everything have to be based off a tragedy.
Is it not advantageous enough to just have a beneficial life anymore.
Fresh out the shower
Kinky curls so soft and bouncy
Flowing everywhere as it dries
Creating a giant afro of curls
I look in the mirror and lather on lotion
I get dressed and grab my phone
I try to control myself
But the temptations are hard
My thoughts are to strong
My mind is long gone
I try to control myself
But not when everyones there
My eyes see all wrong
There I was
Here I am
Now I’m there
Now I’m gone
How can I tell who I am?
Each day a new me is born.
So sorry,
There is no answer to who I really am
Just one to who I’m not
Remember when girls went through that "selfie" phase?
It was like for every picture of their face that they posted
The hashtag was "no filter"
Followed by a billion heart emojis and smiley faces
We are skin
We sweat, we breathe
We sing, we dance
We laugh, we love
But we are skin
Painted
Exposed
Vibrant
And soft
We are judged
Not by the likeness of heart
Although our faces may stand behind a electronic shield,
Hidden from reality,
We can still detect the truth if we were to peel,
Peel the colors from your pictures and disocver the unreality
Get up in the morning
Straighten your hair
Put on lipstick
You can’t shop there
Your “suggestions” are the foundation of insecurity
My mind corrupted by the way you think of me
a picture can show so much
Smile,show off your big smile
The one that cost thousands
Braces
Payed for your orandontist vacation
use XX-PRO it will make you look tan
I hated the poetry sections of my high school English classes
I have Shakespeare to blame
Never couldeth I understandeth his tactics
So, naturally, with this I ask that God help me
I am Authentic
I don't need the right lightening, or the right edit to have my picture get 1,000 likes or hearts.
I am Authentic
Light fixtures hide your fissures
You long for reassurance.
We weren't sure of your intentions
Still i double tapped for insurance.
Perhaps it was the meaning
Perhaps the polarized blight
I work and work, I grind and grind,
Go about my day with leaving nothing behind.
I train night and day like there's no tomorrow.
Because the thought of failing fills me with sorrow.
who are you when you look into the mirror?
are you filtered? or is the vision clearer?
does valencia hide what is inside?
do you look at yourself through instagram's eyes?
Me.
I am me.
I would be me.
No matter the filter on the camera
I will remain me.
I could be dressed to the nines
and choose the filter that hides all the imperfections
I will still be me.
Our Generation is so caught up in showing people what we don't truley have
We put filters on our pictures to cover up the lies that we hide inside
My Instagram profile
is what I choose to show you:
The concert I went to Saturday night,
And my bloody nose from the mosh pit.
You see people still haven't grasped the fact that actions are louder than words that's why when they see these Instagram post then they believe them and Instagram said break up with
Social Media
Facebook -
Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
What will people think about you when you die?
What did you contribute
Besides snarky comments and online sighs?
You were so tough on facebook
Your comments on instagram really stung
You cant escape the social websites,
So addicting, it's like flies to bright lights.
You try to leave, but keep coming back for more,
But you only come to view your friends Temple run high score.
I paid for my sins with a couple our fathers
Five Hail Mary’s and I didn’t even bother
Wrapping up the prayer coz I didn’t see the point
Church congregation I reluctantly joined
Facebook asking me to write something
Asking God to leak inspiration from my veins
Open the floodgates of Heaven and pour out my pain
It pains me, that I am not living to my full potential
The want.
The need.
The desire for attention.
Stuck in a mindset that if I show a little bit more cleavage, I'll get more likes on my pictures.
Right?
Please tell her she's right.