Mathematics Poems

Mathematics poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of mathematics poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on mathematics are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Mathematical Love

Mathematical Love long poem

Your heart is the function of my life, the junction to my freedom and happiness. Your eyes deviate me from my penalties, giving me the chance to oscillate my mind in your gaze. Your gesture is what differentiates my luck

The Geometry Of Love

The Geometry Of Love long poem

Love squared by Love rounding each edge, geometrizing each ends equalizing its alphabets, circling its triangles. Infinitesimally surrounding transitory planes and lanes within our pyramidal silences, giving new lines and directions, intersections of re-constructions compasses and conjunctures within rebellious Mathematics

Humanity

Humanity short poem

My nature die. Mame Me as thine. Whom, might I to be Right may I to leave humanity. Wake me up with wine. Forsooth I am not mine. Lost as keys. Won’t I not just work like each man Who’ver

Poems containing references to : Mathematics

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me!

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me! poetry articles

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

Absence Of Certainty

Absence Of Certainty prose poem

Messengers of God came To reform men All toiled hard to spread goodness and upbraid vices Generally they suffered and were agonized Noble minds believed and weak minds not So happened with the wit of every learned or enlightened person

What New Realms Await?

What New Realms Await? prose poem

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop

Drowning

Drowning short poem

I was not indifferent to graffiti but oracle was telling a different story of embellished arms race about the mathematics of terror. Less comprehensible I presume. But who was transparent and simple today. A wisp was rising among the hills.

Birth

Birth prose poem

The Universe is a machine. It’s a machine that creates. It has the raw materials in the elements. It has energy sources in the stars and it has the software in mathematics. It takes these things and creates life. Through

The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer long poem

I read, I play, I live, I laugh, I smile I curse, I bless, then I feel something, and I stop and start thinking for a while, that whatever is going on, in me, or on the outside, is it

The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer short poem

Photo by Ungry Young Man I read, I play, I live, I laugh, I smile I curse, I bless, then I feel something, and I stop and start thinking for a while, that whatever is going on, in me, or

Chase Me

Chase Me short poem

Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator.

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator. prose poem

The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

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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Divinity Without

Divinity Without short poem

Your fangs open like lips. I am ready for the kiss of death at a war zone, where I was adrift holding the flame, moments stabbed by hot bullets. Black and white words break the embrace, I cannot study the

Dont Let Her Know

Dont Let Her Know short poem

When last night, You told goodbye, I smiled and waved, Even though inside I cried… You had to go, And I never knew, It’d be hard for me, To live or survive… ‘So don’t let her know, That I’m alone,

On Independence Day

On Independence Day long poem

See here came again Independence Day with pain. This day says that we are free From bondage of British decree, They troubled us with tyranny And looted our mind and money, Much blood was stained And Our freedom was regained,

Oil

Oil long poem

The oil came deep, from underneath. the earth could bleed, her blood was black. But men knew not___ they pierced her skin. It all seemed fair, but deep within. She cried aloud, and gasped for air. They took her oil,

Interface with Bliss

Interface with Bliss short poem

Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity

The Protagonists

The Protagonists prose poem

Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet

One Sided Love

One Sided Love short poem

Even though I dint knew it from the start, That there is someone who owns your heart; Even if I see, you’re not sitting next to me, I’m still hoping that someday you will be with me. I can’t see

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

Day Dreams Turning Into Nightmares

Day Dreams Turning Into Nightmares short poem

Never thought it would turn this deep Once a friend and now love him indeed Thought he likes me too but got to be proved wrong Wish my heart could have been that strong Suddenly he told me he likes

My Father

My Father long poem

My Father I see her in front of me, but not for long, she Leaves without a Word or goodbye, Disappears into her own brutal Darkness, NEVER seeming to plan to return, a deluded life I lived now shattered IN

Home

Home prose poem

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful place never existed. The Universe is a cold forbidding, inhospitable place, a place filled with frozen gases, balls of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,

Night

Night long poem

When I lay my head down to sleep, I can feel your loneliness calling me; can you feel my pain calling to you? The emotional mess of what I’ve become, seemingly unaware drifting along in your own world of perfect

My Black

My Black short poem

My black bleeds the same color red my black breaths the same air my black causes death instead of life. My black should live loud and free my black is me. my black loves you my black loves are true.

Entrapment

Entrapment ballad

Exhausted and homeless Without financial order Without security and acceptance She became an easy target He zoned in He reeled her in Empty promises He gave to her She almost lost herself In words’ entrapment She readied herself For life

Cursed

Cursed short poem

A man cursed, can never bring happiness, a man condemned can never bring justice, whatever he touches, will turn to dust, whatever he makes will rot. whatever he desires, will never be his, whatever he loves, will get condemned too…

Pages

Pages short poem

Still listening from lips, a mute hearing with hands, an improper metaphor. …………………………………… In the frozen lake of eyes a fish dies in unread tears. …………………………………. An upended home of laments in moon. …………………………………. Imperfect proximity of pillows. sleep was

How Many More Days?

How Many More Days? short poem

HOW MANY MORE DAYS Will the rain come? HOW MANY MORE DAYS Will the clouds hide the sun? HOW MANY MORE DAYS Will I have to spend feeling Blue, missing you… HOW MANY MORE DAYS Well I just gotta know

I Think About Lyrics

I Think About Lyrics short poem

I think about lyrics, as I hear them play Why are songs made and what do they say If songs were birds they would never fly songs are on earth and they dream about the sky Songs are shelter When

Immensely Seeking

Immensely Seeking short poem

And Like that. I had this overwhelming urge. I don’t know what came over me. I asked God is this the route I should take. This habit of association. To weed out what may seem to be selfish. Time is

Thoroughbred

Thoroughbred short poem

Far before the time we’re in, a tribe had lost their Khoisan king, who led his tribe, and led him well, compassionate king with love for all, for he made sure they’re nicely fed. For this king was a thoroughbred,

English Cowboy

English Cowboy short poem

I see a Cowboy walking down the street… He looks like he’s a stranger here, from a place I have never been. He tips his hat at the ladies and they are all smiling back at him. If I bought

Love Sonnet 145

Love Sonnet 145 sonnet poems

When gloom abides with me tenaciously, To sap my mirth off lame delights you left, I hang on threads, dangling precariously, So loveless now, even of hope, bereft: How could you have chastised with so much stripes, And walk me

If You Could See Me Now

If You Could See Me Now short poem

They say if somebody loves you once they will always love you…Well you loved me many moons ago now do you regret letting me go…aren’t you the one that said you loved everything about me, you just couldn’t get enough

Sunset

Sunset short poem

Remember those days, time spent together with friends, felt like forever, when looking for the four leafed clover, we would hover all over. Hiding in the bushes and up above the trees, seeking the insects of different species, hide and

Sleepless

Sleepless short poem

Woken up at two, by a pesky little dream, I have been standing by the window, Waiting for my sleep. The neon lights burn ugly holes In the black velvet of the night, A thirsty lapwing flies around Cursing aloud

Skin Deep

Skin Deep prose poem

Did you hear the one about the girls who went to get the Chinese ideogram for ‘friendship’ tattooed on their arms and instead came away with the ideogram ‘unclean?’ There is an inherent danger in having your body indelibly embossed