PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Hello Phone


I can’t live without my phone for it is the heartbeat of my day, without it I will go astray.

My alarm wakes me early and my music keeps me up throughout the day.  My constant reminders, from homework is due, and study for this test and don’t forget that appointment;  my phone is like my own personal secretary that I carry in my pocket.  I can’t forget about the constant communication throughout the day from my boo who constantly text me “I love you” and my reply…”what you doing”?  My phone has become a part of my day like water is to my body, I can’t go a day without or I’m drained because I’m wondering what am I missing from the social world.  When I wake in the morning, I say instead of hello world, hello phone what do you have in store for me today.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

jeromemiller

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.