Computer Poems

Computer poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of computer poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on computer are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Hello Computer

Hello Computer short poem

There are brightened screens on lazy afternoons, Queue up for a weekend getaway from our dull bedrooms, What’s your age, sex and location? Are you here for rendezvous or recreation? Thirty Sally whose a housewife, is looking for illusions, to

Computer Simulation

Computer Simulation short poem

Some say we live in a computer simulation. A simulation run by others further along. Our sentients is just as real as theirs. “I think therefore I am.” If this is true, what do we do? Some interesting possibilities could

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Unbelievable

Unbelievable short poem

All chapters of my life condensed onto a chip so tiny you’d think my life was very short indeed for this last chapter to begin. So it is, today’s life, so fast I could not believe the penultimate chapter had

Of Things

Of Things short poem

Of things we once had in comparison to now were mom married to dad and a garden to plow before pharmaceuticals and psychology books we got, pull up your bootstraps or you’ll get dirty looks long before fast food when

Poems containing references to : Computer

An Addict, Am I?

An Addict, Am I? short poem

What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets

The Memory Bank

The Memory Bank prose poem

I shall never forget that there are the unfortunate ones who would give anything just to be able to have one moment of recall. But they cannot, because of sickness or disease. Our hearts cry out for these, and may

Leftover Conversations

Leftover Conversations long poem

What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so

Old-Man-Poet

Old Man Poet short poem

Old-man-poet! Write from the heart; Reboot the world; make it new again! Turn its white hoary head with a start; Spin a poem of ablative gain! Let ablution be the God-ablated birth; Let it unravel the umbilical whorl That winds

Basic Html

Basic Html short poem

He is off the mood He is to me rude What I have done Perhaps no fun Looking askance And looks tense worked I on his computer Knew well his nature For one option there He is allergic ever And

Why The Bee Crossed The Road

Why The Bee Crossed The Road short poem

I have lived One and a half billion seconds In this age of miracles A computer and a minute tell me that The sun is up There’s no surprise in that A beautiful day to be alive So long as

Unloved Leaflets

Unloved Leaflets short poem

There comes a time when my frustration scales On seeing the heap of trash that smoothly trail Along with me, in my about to explode handbag, So much unwanted stuff, no time to clean, compelled to drag. So I start

Time Wasters

Time Wasters short poem

The past that we lived in can not be regained. All kids’ lives are being drained By sitting at the computer playing video games The screens are leeches that suck kids’ life away And yet kids continue to play, Ignore

cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

Blunder

Blunder long poem

It was one of those bad days where nothing went right In frustration I banged my forehead against wall Frustration turned into anger and my forehead resembled a mountain I put Ice over the bloated forehead to melt it down

Intoxicated Musk

Intoxicated Musk short poem

I sleep to your sweet lullaby Composing songs of intoxicated love. And I look at our reflections on roads left wet from thirsting rain; Our love – laced between twisted bodies and entwined fingers that smell of the musky clouds

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town long poem

An old boar squirrel has made a home in the tall skinny house across the street. he must think himself lucky to have the space. I watch him build his treasury on the jade kitchen linoleum dark nuts arranged like

The Being Called God

The Being Called God long poem

Who is this being called God? That many lives are continually lost in his name Wars, riots, quarrels, discriminations all for his sake Is that what he created man for? Of course not I believe. Not to hate, fight and

Reality Of A Poet

Reality Of A Poet long poem

With full zoom to start day afresh I occupied my revolving chair in front of the computer screen and switched on the Internet to begin yet another day of oozing out random thoughts that have accumulated in my mind over

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Twitter

Twitter short poem

Twitter is a trap, chuck it in the bin, Twitter makes me look at other peoples’ sin. It never makes me happy , always makes me sad, Tends to make me covet ,the things I never had. I’m turning off

Disruption

Disruption prose poem

Are we ready for what’s to come? Will we know how to behave? Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.

Sunday Market

Sunday Market short poem

There’s a pile of wounded umbrellas overlapping in the derelict doorway, sure to be some kind of slumbering gorilla back there, grinding its gray knuckles into the tiles and broken glass. Hundreds of people walking by on market day, bands

Schizophrenia Night (v2)

Schizophrenia Night (v2) long poem

Introduction: John Nash has suffered most of his life with severe paranoid schizophrenia and has gone on to be a celebrated American mathematician whose works in game theory, and differential geometry are appreciated around the world. The movie A Beautiful

Authors Logur

Authors Logur short poem

In Retirement days, plant words on a page. Record in a booklet, give a little age. Let ripen, hide it away a few days. Later, re-evaluate, review, and renew. It is choice and lasting, or is it to re-do? Will

I Think!

I Think! short poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless of our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but

The Awakening

The Awakening prose poem

It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions. Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the

Internet World

Internet World short poem

Suddenly I hit upon a question, But where to find the answer? In the Wikipedia or to be Googled, Totally was I bamboozled. To relieve myself I took to Facebook, But my Dad showed me the text book. Next then,a

Generation Next

Generation Next short poem

The advent of the new Century, Brought rapid strides in Technology. Obsolete, became MS DOS, Replaced now, by Windows. Standalones got wired, through LANS, On-line, real-time, brought WAN. Close on heels, came E-mail, To see information Sail. Mere surfing of

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

What Is Beauty?

What Is Beauty? prose poem

What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did

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Doing My Part

Doing My Part prose poem

The sweetest song has yet to be sung The best sermon has not been preached The greatest speech has not been spoken The loudest noise has not been heard The highest praise has not been raised The prettiest sights have

Night Raid

Night Raid short poem

It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing

Walk in the Rain

Walk in the Rain short poem

Overcast and drab evening with ominous shroud dark Distant rumbling crackle akin to giant ignited spark Adding to swelling misery in my moments desolate Craving for little company to someone try and relate Swallowed up with solitude for sane sense

Our Life

Our Life short poem

These long forgotten heroes forfeit homes Recall their glory while salvation roams They fight in vain get nothing in return Our life is smoking, their’s just slowly burn Remember watching freedom’s wondrous stand But never spare a dime for empty

The Goal

The  Goal short poem

Your day starts with the Sunrise- Your day ends with the Sunset. Your dreams and hopes start by birth, And end in the grave yard. Days, Weeks, Months and Years- Pass swiftly- swiftly -by Your dreams and hopes increase day

Gothic Demonic Illusion

Gothic Demonic Illusion long poem

out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell of a great story I’d like to tell to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell your body lies frozen in time Sublime the casket is

Airport And Italy

Airport And Italy short poem

The hustle and bustle at the airport Some rushing, frantically searching for passport Mothers’ tearful goodbyes, Trying their best not to cry Sudden announcements from overhead speakers A crowd starts moving like follow the leader Pilot with crew in tow

Dawn And Dusk

Dawn And Dusk short poem

Dawn Every time I think to take rest forever, Every time you come, To wake me up, To give purpose to my path. Dusk You are not the only one at spot, Even I need to grow adjunct to absolution,

Death Is Immortal

Death Is Immortal short poem

hide me in these walls… shield me even, try your best to cloak me from it.. but it won’t work. death is coming. death is coming at a pace we do not know…whether slowly or quickly it will reach its

Last Wish Of The Prey

Last Wish Of The Prey prose poem

How exciting you are! Like a bundle of light that has just discovered a keyhole Keep sneaking… Coating your words with delight Thrusting them into my waiting ears You see, It is quite dark in here, In this ancient head

Into Darkness

Into Darkness short poem

How quickly this dark hour has descended. I find myself cornered in this room with death. Visitors come and go in somber procession. I see them as if from a great distance. When finally alone with you…. probably for the

Alphabetic Wheel of Life

Alphabetic Wheel of Life short poem

ZOETROPED – that’s how I feel – or like YARN upon Dame Kismet’s wheel XANSTHOPSIC mellow is the mood WHICH jaundices not my attitude VERISIMILOUS is what I am ULTIMATELY just a man TRUE to myself and the chosen few