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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Come Live With Me

Come Live With Me short poem

How long has our relationship been going strong Long enough to take that next step wouldn’t You say, I don’t think it would change anything Anyhow, so why don’t we playhouse as if we Were newlyweds, I’m sure it’s a

Unforgiven Souls

Unforgiven Souls short poem

Like a gentle breeze the world goes by. Days slip away, why still stay. Few phase if I live or die. Demons no more held at bay. Freely do they roam inside, freely there they hide. Lost inside myself, fell

Change

Change short poem

People changes I have heard of it. But did not know that they will end up without exchanging a word.. They were lying in each other’s arms Holding their hands tight. With a silent promise to be each other’s forever

Downpour

Downpour short poem

Your lips were me. I wanted a kiss which never came. Insertion of a word, was committed my wings took a flight for anonymity. To keep suffering alive truth was accepting the hurts. I was not speaking for myself. Who

And So I Went To War

And So I Went To War long poem

What happened to us when we were young When I was scared about to go to war And leave the warmth of kin and home For battlefields far flung and stain the dirt Beneath my boots with blood and gore?

Who Cares…why Ask

Who Cares...why Ask long poem

Now you ask me ‘how are you’…Don’t you know what I’ve gone through ? What my thoughts have made me do ?!! A bit late now to see me through. A sorry I’d appreciate, at least some words to comfort

A Prayer For My Daughter

A Prayer For My Daughter short poem

I dream that you Face head on all the troubles that come your way And you love yourself a little more everyday In the shoes of your enemy walk a mile And always find reasons to smile Have fun but

Suicide

Suicide short poem

The cuts on his wrist Her tears like an ocean mist Full of hurt and pain An urge to let it out and show my bane The gleaming blade falls Blood spatters the walls Maybe dying will make it right

Life’s Mystique

Lifes Mystique short poem

The one who is drunk do come and stay put while the one who is not drunk sure will come but stay away There is no need to take life seriously dear because none can leave the world without dying

Man Proposes God Disposes

Man Proposes God Disposes short poem

Where do the souls of the children go, The ones that are scraped from the womb. surely in God’s great Heaven they can find, Blessed peace and sweet room. For I cannot believe that God in His mercy, would not

A Tear Drop

A Tear Drop short poem

Dying daily in eternity for it to be, a tear drop held all the pain of life. You were lost in words, between the phrases time was in, time was out. The color, the theme was fading, a seduced century

Before Life Begins

Before Life Begins short poem

My heart isn’t as strong. But my love is for him. It beats day by day, Until the valleys turn gold, underneath the sun’s glorious rays. I’ll sit in the grass. And I’ll look up at the sky. As I

True God

True God short poem

What is God- thy name be there! Had you been your equal peeper. Debate, dispute, dueling mass! Over there to save their God, do muss. I laugh thinking, “God be saved!” Ha! But I knew else that we to be

I And Not I

I And Not I short poem

I tried to flee away from my shadow But my shadow chases me to be with me I am afraid to tell the truth But my conscious pricks me for not revealing the truth I expect my friend to care

Home Bound

Home Bound sonnet poems

Unimpressed by your lack of ambition I want to control, dictate your small mind Exploited, but fine with your position While our heads are foreign, our hearts combined Your mother, your dad grew up in this town Your father served

Assembly On Creativity

Assembly On Creativity short poem

In all schools, there is assembly conn Which directs the class or school yon Expectations of all – trustee – the swan: Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan. Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon So is the assembly to

My Suitcase

My Suitcase prose poem

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the

I Think So I Am

I Think So I Am short poem

Grant me freedom, the freedom of choice. Freedom to be born and the freedom of voice. Give me the freedom to do things on my own, Give me the gift of confidence, when I am little and when I am

The Return

The Return short poem

Caught up in chores dreary beset with tedium mundane In a state devoid of passion caught in all trivialities inane Sapped of most evident ardor whilst trying to just sustain Endeavors notwithstanding but balance couldn’t maintain Removed from indulgences I

Sound Of Silence

Sound Of Silence short poem

Shuuuuuuush! And listen! Listen carefully, To the rebirth of emotions strengthening bonds Bonds disguised in ignorance Listen, to the birth of revolutionary ideas which mother creativity Creativity which sprinkles glitter ❇ to this earth inform of epic art, soul touching

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden short poem

I won’t forget the times when I made roundish letters in blue-black ink as if I were crushing blackberries perfumed and wild and in the eyes of that man by chance it was always the same Toulouse-Lautrec painting with my

Up And Down

Up And Down short poem

Up and down we go, Up and down we flow. Like cars on the main road, Racing through cross road. One is getting rich, another is becoming poor. Mr A is elected in, Mr B is elected out. Someone is

Faces Of Life

Faces Of Life short poem

Life is tricky Some feel miserable for unknown reason While some feel upbeat for no reason Life is a dancer It makes you jump in Ecstasy and it makes you fall in agony Life is a mystery You know not

The Damaged Heart

The Damaged Heart short poem

What shall I do? However hard I try, her memory of bygone days, I am unable to erase. The truth is that the mark she has left on my heart has now melted and formed a hole. Though I continue

Always Remember

Always Remember ballad

To my beautiful babies… If you look for me but can’t see me… I’m in your reflection If you listen for me but can’t hear me… I’m in your laughter If you want to touch me but can’t feel me…