A small flat box
With a screen of glass
Tantalizing lights
Captivating to the eye
There’s a small world
Inside its four corners
So big and vast
Yet small in the hand
What a world it is!
Information in a snap
Communication in a flash
Your order is its command
How can such a world
Ideal and pristine
Become a place of hate,
Anger and disease?
Slowly it controls us
It takes over our lives
Like a marionette
We sway with its trends
Soon thereafter
It reveals its true nature
Exploding with lies
Shattering the self
This beautiful perfect world
Like delectable turkish delight
Ultimately destroys us within
And leads us to our demise
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I ultimately love this piece. I love the wording and the imagery i got from this line
"So big and vast
Yet small in the hand
What a world it is!"
"Slowly it controls us
It takes over our lives
Like a marionette
We sway with its trends" i love this part because if I don't have my phone near me i have to go get it. If i have a message I have to check it. It's no longer a want but a need. It's almost considered a compulsion or addiction. This is an amazing work. Please keep writing, I'd like to hear more.
Thank you so much for your review and encouragements! It means a lot for someone who wants to publish a book someday hehe
Hello!
This poem is a perfect representation of the darker side of the Earth currently. It's just a ticking bomb, that at any moment could ruin all around it. The mention of control and a marionette is unclear who might be the one in control. Perhaps the evil people on this planet making living conditions worse? I don't know.
The various words to describe the Earth are spot on. Such as anger, disease, demise, lies, hate. And if you notice, there's more words against the Earth than for it. Words like ideal and pristine show the reader what the Earth could be, but instead it can be cruel and unforgiving.
This is the best comparison to the world crumbling. The wording, the truth of it all just makes it so...well put.
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Thank you for your review! The poem actually revolves around technology, the internet, and the like. But comparing it to the world is also a nice perspective, so thanks for that!
I love the conversation around phones, social media, modern technology, etc. I try to take breaks from my phone, and it really is an addiction. My anxiety gets worse when I think about how attached I am to it, *I* feel like a "ticking bomb" because of my phone.
I like how you started out confident and positive in a way and then ends in a very humbling melancholy way.
Overall I liked the idea of this poem, but I wish you got into specifics more. everything seems very short and vague to me. There are some parts that feel unnecessary like "big and vast" "ideal and pristine" that feels like you are just listing adjectives that mean the same thing. I tend to do this too in my writing. I liked this piece and love to see more people talking about the dangers of these boxes in our hands!
Thank you for your review! Will take your suggestions into consideration.
Aloha @alpacaboss,
I just read your poem, "A Thickening Bomb," and I wanted to tell you how much it resonated with me. The way you described the impact of technology in our lives was really powerful, and I could easily relate to it.
You painted a picture of a small flat box with a glass screen that grabs our attention with its enticing lights. It's like a whole world inside that little device, so big and vast, yet it fits right in our hands. It's amazing how we can access information and communicate instantly with just a few taps.
But then you showed how this world can turn dark. It slowly starts controlling us, like we're puppets on strings, following its trends. Eventually, its true nature is revealed, and it's not pretty. Lies explode, and our sense of self shatters. It's like a delicious treat that ends up destroying us from the inside and leading us to our downfall.
Your poem made me think about how technology can have both positive and negative effects on us. It's easy to get caught up in its allure, but we need to be mindful of its darker side.
I enjoyed reading this poem. I must say that you have quite some talent.
Keep on doing what you do!
Me,
Red Riddle Rose
Thank you so much for your review!
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