POEM: DIGITAL SYRUP PARLOR
The blinking cursor
Pauses for 9 seconds
Before giving birth
Is a digital baby
Any less than one
Living on air?
I suppose you won’t care
With rooms in your mind
Occupying time tones
I sit with my babe
Who was born
On the 20th of January
At 11:59
When we succeed
And don’t consider
The needs of the crowd
We are despised
And our excellence
Is their shroud of doubt
If we have an audience
And don’t consider
Everywhere they’ve been
We miss the maple
Slurping syrup
In our taste, sweet
In theirs, bland
Slender flames
Sell heat havens
Matches covet
A vexed vacation
Life on a rod
Freed by friction
And eyes behold
The orange diction
Straws slipped into stealth
Last night frothed as it gathered
The apps smell splendid
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you just rocked this one with your creativeness
That's a beautiful poem wonderful this is thanks for sharing :)
its an excellent poem on digital.
Wow That's great Poetry.I also See your Picture .........
Busy life is too cool.But Painful.
splendid it was truly fabulous
Pretty great words buddy !
Yes indeed once we get to the point of success everything will be obtained !
so nice writen and nice video
nice poem . you have got amazing poet in you . keep up the good work share more and more poems in near future
interesting topic you have chosen today and nice poem on it
wonderfull! its like you are the new shakespear ;)