Poems About: TELEVISION

In this page, poems on / about “television” are listed.

  • 325.
    Nostalgia

    at a a time
    it seemed
    through the microfiche
    of literature read more »

    Robert Brendan
  • 326.
    Brick Layer

    Menacing thoughts invade this good
    I thought I was cured.
    Guess I missed the double blink,
    of deceptions, 'sure' read more »

    Mathieu Hotte
  • 327.
    Silent Echo

    Smoke curls upwards and hangs in the air
    Late night television flashes
    Moonlight pours in and sticks in the haze
    As I thoughtfully flick off the ashes read more »

    Elizabeth O Hanlon
  • 328.
    Anger

    You amplified the television
    To hide our shouts
    (I was never sure from whom)
    You locked the door read more »

    Bethani Ann DeLong
  • 329.
    Crime

    The crime scene has worsened
    From year to year
    Isn't it shameful we should live in fear
    Of muggers, hoodlums, murderers and such read more »

    Mildred Haith
  • 330.
    Single People

    What do single people do,
    On boring lonely days,
    To get themselves out of a mental haze?
    What can anyone do? read more »

    Lonely People Champion
  • 331.
    In The Parking Lot

    Another viewing's slowness: it looks as if the dead
    Are on television,
    And she is waking up, dressing in fireworks that will
    Persimmon off her body in a two for one sale— read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 332.
    Funny Commercials, Damn

    television screens gave birth to me
    I want emancipation

    a blood aqueduct above my hands
    I need help read more »

    Gabriel Corvus
  • 333.
    In A Ball of Kissing Dreams

    Stillness in the river
    In the unanswered season—pledges of
    Allegiance to a classroom in
    The summer— read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 334.
    The Strange Visions

    Down to the slow plagiarisms—after the cats get tired
    Playing with their mice and visa-versa—
    Down to the open mouthed mailboxes of crepuscule—
    And the last tags of the fire around the dance— read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 335.
    The Televisions and The Christmas Trees

    Down to the slow plagiarisms—after the cats get tired
    Playing with their mice and visa-versa—
    Down to the open mouthed mailboxes of crepuscule—
    And the last tags of the fire around the dance— read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 336.
    The Lips of Fine Gentlemen

    Clowns inside the spirit of the indoor theatre—like
    Housewives spread across the backyard pools a mile away
    From the sea—
    Like diamonds spread across the mirages of a desert— read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
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