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

  • 337.

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

    Bethani Ann DeLong
  • 338.
    Their Open Hearted Displays

    I drink from my living room—
    It's as small as a shell—
    With the television off, and all of the
    Lights, read more »

    Robert Rorabeck
  • 339.

    Where ever seen plastic are been,
    Water bottles, pet bottles, arose for mean,
    Roads made plastic as revolution become,
    Carry bags replace clothes to dispose, read more »

    Omprakash Thirunavukkarasu
  • 340.
    Serving Time

    Serving time,
    serving mine,
    so it seems,
    focusing on read more »

    Jacqueline Czel
  • 341.
    Special Gift

    Watching television as cameras pan across the crowd, highlighting special friends and families in their sorrow.
    Bruce Haffner, the last of the three amigos, celebrating the life of his best friends as he touched upon their senses of humor, making everyone smile or laugh.
    As a camera hovered for a moment on Jim's parents, his mother's smile reflected that of Jim's.
    A special gift to treasure every time she looks in the mirror - Jim's smile is fashioned after hers. read more »

    RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  • 342.
    This Juvenile Rope

    Well—so this juvenile rope
    Hangs us as we won't go out and light the wicks
    With the dragons coming home
    Over the equinoxes—while our fairytale fathers fish read more »

    Robert Rorabeck
  • 343.
    Cold Tea and Sympathy

    As the television played to an empty room
    we fell apart in the kitchen;
    cups of untouched,
    unsuguared conversation read more »

    David Archer
  • 344.
    words fight

    words fighting

    with life... read more »

    otteri selvakumar
  • 345.
    Lips of An Empty Sea-Shell

    Open lips of empty sea-shells are beautiful—
    And I think of you
    While I am walking alone at the flea-market
    On an usual weekend, read more »

    Robert Rorabeck
  • 346.

    As windows look out on windows here
    They have to be kept closed often
    Even if the sun and zephyr cannot enter,
    When I'm tired of the walls read more »

    Prabhakar Subramaniam
  • 347.
    The Nocturnal Aphrodisiac

    In prisms that happen outside of
    The fish swim upwards to look at knights—
    Boys on quests with fireworks, read more »

    Robert Rorabeck
  • 348.
    Leaving Me Space (Revised)

    Of course I was wrong; the gods had
    more trials for me after the successful
    completion of my urgent documents, read more »

    Margaret Alice Second
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