Genetic Poems

Genetic poems bring the best collection of short and long genetic poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great genetic rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these genetic poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on genetic are here for you.

Idée Heal Fix

Idée Heal Fix short poem

Forged while in utero (the crucible concocting conception), the fluke of biology begat me – a happy go lucky boy, whose vulnerable uber travails susceptibly sprung sly as Tennessee Williams hip cat on a hot tin roof, where the faux

Poems containing references to : Genetic

Mutation

Mutation long poem

In the womb of a test tube the male conjugates with the female, to germinate the genesis of a genus In a petri dish under the optics of a microscope a genetic engineer denudes and rapes the genus with a

The Leeches

The Leeches prose poem

Have you seen the leeches of society? Have you seen them crawling like snakes? Sucking off the life of everyone Have you seen them with their lawyers? Working the law so the rich get richer Talking of freedom and rights

The Seeds

The Seeds ode

My prayers are not prayers And my penance is not penance, Remarkable, the patience you show, Admirably greater than mine, I assure; Incomparable, thy dedication, thou Dried and dried under the hot sun, With no food nor drink, continuing endure,

Something Human

Something Human short poem

Beautiful girls formless of criminal honesty falling in love with endymion a wave is furrowed on the forehead of selene, envy or a genetic trigger starts a nightmare fading star heralds a gray moon leaves are falling like my words

Wonderment At Existence

Wonderment At Existence elegy

With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances that any thing 2 be born this way as a poker face Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of

Predatory

Predatory short poem

Surge of rage in domes of violence skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo of genetic markers, shimmers in society, race and native shirts. Enters into the creation of a saga accomplished by advancing poppies; there was no connection to

Rock 84001

Rock 84001 short poem

Well and some scholars say we are The genetic offspring of Rock 84001 From Mars…Well I believe we were Born out of Gods’ very own heart and Mind still they say Mars was a dying Planet and the inhabitants there

Wonderment At Existence ™

Wonderment At Existence ™ ballad

With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances any thing to be born Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of events sustained life similar to sowing

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

The Physics Of Myself

The Physics Of Myself long poem

inviolable— the space within myself the space of my flesh that grows into the time of my life expanding it farther out into the orbits going in either round or elliptical circles all of purely imaginative consistency round other individual

December 1st 1957

December 1st 1957 prose poem

alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as

Walking Stick

Walking Stick long poem

What foolishness you dear men, think of me, am a stick Mere pole, with no life nor living strength, but thy force; That you felt inactive, is my strength, me a poor branch of a tree, Cut apart and fell

What Is Beauty?

What Is Beauty? prose poem

What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did

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The Fallen Leaf

The Fallen Leaf short poem

The storm has come. Look there! It’s on the prowl. It will try to waste me; Transferring me from one place to another; Terminating all thoughts of hope, in my soul. The wrinkles, on my face, did smother. People tread

Diana

Diana short poem

I didn’t really notice her, to start with, A girl with too shaped hair and clothes beyond her years It wasn’t right, clearly not right Medieval in some respects An heir and a spare her task But a fairy-tale danced

The Truth

The Truth short poem

Truth is the most bitter word which people can’t recognise in this real world. Truth is we just say society is cruel but we forgot we are the one who make it brutal truth is we just say nobody help

Typical Day

Typical Day short poem prose poem

Staring out of window admiring nature’s awe Picture full of perfection sans single evident flaw Indolent tepid sunshine streaks daubed with gold As if time has stood still to treasure and behold A lone cloud high above seemingly gone astray

Trinity

Trinity short poem

In the name of the Father, the Son and The Holy Spirit I am born again, I am finally at peace within and now I just have to shout out Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia I have been saved by the grace

Father Of My Pen

Father Of My Pen short poem

If there was a way out To get you by my side Probably, I wouldn’t write Since, it is improbable Elsewhere I need to weave this fable Hence on paper! Still, so powerful Your virtual presence You nourish my heart

Precious

Precious prose poem

I stand stagnant under the star occupied sky, with my eyes settled on the gigantic ocean, Its beautiful serenity, speaks the language so pure, which even the deafened could hear, And the heedless could react to, filling all the vacant

Chemotherapy

Chemotherapy short poem

People never looked beneath the veil Thus, they never know what exactly that means Rumors say chemo cracks one’s nails Then one will vomit all day His face tinted a sickly green They imagine monstrous machines billowing black smoke Churning

Sailor’s Hymn To A Friend

Sailors Hymn To A Friend ode

Eyes watery as the vista yonder, salt sting tears scouring this face. A month from shore and time to ponder how whalers live with Davy Jones’ grace. Inside pocket, oilskin pouch, old familiar, though faceless friend. Sanity’s saviour. Oh calabash

Farmer’s Tale

Farmers Tale long poem

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

Parallel Universe

Parallel Universe short poem

One night, one day Two different kisses One Sun, one sky Two galaxies No door from one to another No pathway through space Yet, in a daze I travel, From one to the other In this twin exit maze Days

Impressions.

Impressions. short poem

Almost towards the end, near about the last bend, who knew I would find another friend. Too much rush and too much crowd, who knew he would still stand out. happy and cheerful, indeed his presence was delightful. although the

Chains

Chains short poem

“Man is born free. But, Everywhere He is in chains.” Woman, is never born! Birth is life… She is only gifted, with a pair of machines… We call those machines ‘Eyes’ on a man’s face! Unbreakable, indestructible Chains are made

In My Blurred Vision

In My Blurred Vision short poem

I saw despair & sadness; loss of hope for a strong household, Days & nights turned into months, A dark cloud surrounded my abode, Their sad eyes told it all, I saw love in their eyes, a loss too hard

Never ending Love

Never ending Love short poem

My love for you will never cease. I hope your life is filled with peace. By day’s end, when night is near, You, my sweet, have nothing to fear. I will walk with you always, forever more. so your feet

Time

Time prose poem

Took a walk with my dog Rosie today. Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The

Of Lies And Life

Of Lies And Life short poem

Hey, why are you so afraid? To hide, mask your face, to go undercover Scurrying in the piercing golden arrow rain of the sunrays Finding for a fool proof shelter So that nobody will know who you are inside. A

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Always dreamt, dreams to dream Lived to live the dreamt dreams Ran and chased the future Ifs of past filled the present Dreamt new, never content Died with more dreams to fill Realized the truth of present Past is history,

To Be Or Not To Be

To Be Or Not To Be short poem

To be or not to be, A mind doubtful as ever; A dilemma ever present, to be right or to be wrong; To follow or to lead, the dilemma ever present; The perception changes, the question remains permanent; To believe

What If

What If prose poem

What if, the world wasn’t so swift? It wouldn’t be adrift and caught in an awful rift. What if we acknowledge each other as sisters and brothers? Instead of separation we become a congregation, under GOD one nation. From your

Thank You Pain

Thank You Pain short poem

Dear Pain, Thank You……………….. For holding me in your soft hands when the mundane world ditched me, For caressing my untouched soul when the crooked world shot poison leaded arrows at me, For standing with me and facing the brunt

Rain, rain, Rain!

Rain, rain, Rain! short poem

Rain, rain, rain! Please don’t come again and again. I know you are beautiful And for all the creatures you are wonderful. You are important for farmers’ needs’ You are favorable to grow their seeds. with your each and every

Death Of Friendship

Death Of Friendship long poem

Friends are like the shadow of the tree, Always there to save you from the harsh rising tide of sea. You dry the tears that fall from my eyes You bring me sunshine to brighten my sky. So called the

Newspaper Boy’s Song

Newspaper Boy’s Song short poem

Sun is to rise, It is morning five, Dew drops on grass, these beautiful fresh vibes. I peddle my bike with eight bundles stacked, On my back and side by side. Woo — I turn the wheels To that other

Rising Again

Rising Again ode

We love, we laugh We dance, we remember Music is enough For us to engender Our ancestors’ wisdom Leading life for freedom After rebalance Of nature is back Our inherited glance The sacred walk Sustainability Living ability We carry on

What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day