Simulation Poems

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

Computer Simulation

Computer Simulation short poem

Some say we live in a computer simulation. A simulation run by others further along. Our sentients is just as real as theirs. “I think therefore I am.” If this is true, what do we do? Some interesting possibilities could

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cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

The Grand Experiment

The Grand Experiment prose poem

It was conducted on a global scale, taking billions of years in local space time. Mere moments in the time of the Initiators. Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension. The simulation experiment would be run in

I Think!

I Think! short poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless of our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but

The Awakening

The Awakening prose poem

It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions. Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the

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Forever In Love

Forever In Love short poem

View of the mountains,sipping coffee early in the morning, This morning I am glad to have your company. Lately people look at me in daze and ask me to stop hallucinating, But I don’t remember being without you,not even inn

Sound Of Love

Sound Of Love short poem

Every love has its sound; It creates and it breaks. A foil stands like gray hound Against it and tragedy makes. But don’t worry, a dove sings sweet and cares no gun; What lasts on earth but love? It removes

Dream World

Dream World long poem

All those romantic moments washed away in my flood of tears In a moment I got up from slumber dreading this horrific dream In that darkness of night I struggled to get back my sleep Sans sleep I waited endlessly

Forget Me

Forget Me short poem

Are you too busy drinking While I’m on the floor sinking Are you too busy forgetting about me Getting high around 3 Forgetting who was always there for you All we had been through Do I even know this new

Of Time

Of Time ode

Eternal is this uninterrupted existence An intangible spacious continuation Past, present, future ‘s relative persistence Time is inalterable and of limitless duration Mankind is entrusted to occupy this infinite space Some manage time accountably, others, who can tell I ask

Living It Wrong And Strong

Living It Wrong And Strong short poem

With watery edge time’s pouring down the sledge and yet once again I find myself in sweet similar pain Is it the pain of losing someone or it hurts cause my emptiness hasn’t yet found someone This unknown fear haunts

When We Had Fire

When We Had Fire short poem

Here it is, a silent circle branded into earth, a pool of soft grey sodden ash amid the rosebay and the ragged robin, a remnant of the time when we had fire to burn the past, yours and mine: shoeboxes

Marginality

Marginality prose poem

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

Compliments

Compliments short poem

The sweet and suave sound from your lips is so lovely, Like a river sounds lyrically while passing on green valley. It fulfills my heart with joy and edifies the soul with divinity, I feel eternal pleasure, as if I

Lata Mangeshkar Sings Songs Of Love

Lata Mangeshkar Sings Songs Of Love short poem

The ants are at the banana in advance of the beneficence of the sun a brown on brown crime as three tribes have extended hungry mandible-tipped spears to carry back the rich flesh within the maws of their concrete oases

What We Feel Is True…

What We Feel Is True... short poem

I am an orphan, I think of my parents often, I hope that they are alive, But why they left me aside? They left me with a purpose, Or lost me in a ambush, All I want to know, Is

My Valentine

My Valentine short poem

This heart aches In loneliness today… For my valentine Isn’t with me to say… The words to make me Feel a little good… To make me feel The way I should… Its just me Hanging on dearly… Just want someone

Threads

Threads short poem

I slowly whisper my story into the wind Let it take my story to your ear Let your world know, let it hear That I never cried in my life Even if everything was dark around me The only thing

Make A Difference

Make A Difference short poem

So many dreams we have as we grow. As we hear the horns of our life begin to blow. Have we run out of time? Can we do something and shine? We live in a world where everyone rushes through.

Forevermore

Forevermore short poem

It started as an emotion Started seeking attention Growing in proportions Filled with dedication Changed to a feeling Which was appealing Made life compelling As she started believing Progressed to friendship Which felt like kinship And a good partnership With

Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty prose poem

Some days, I sit and dream of being something beautiful. I dream of being the sweet flower in every person’s garden, Or the little butterfly that every child loves. I dream of being the magnificent peacock, flaunting every gorgeous feather,

Heaven On Earth

Heaven On Earth short poem

There is Heaven somewhere But there is one on the Earth That is a Mother who gives birth More than taking care her child She is glued to her child Noting every movement Laughs when the child laughs Cries when

Darren Romeo

Darren Romeo long poem

DARREN ROMEO is not your typical magician there is magic in his voice, there is music in his magic kinda like Las Vegas meets Broadway and everywhere he goes he steals the show probably ‘cuz of his magnanimous spirit and

The Oak

The Oak short poem

Sitting by the window today, I aspired for the farthest reach, Of the oak that has been planted just beside my window sill. I hoped it would grow to the limits of the sky, And I would be boasting of

Love Sonnet 218

Love Sonnet 218 sonnet poems

Our tryst in time, a happenstance gone by, Went all so well and sweet, but very swift, My heart, in sorrow did nothing but cry, On rivers of its tears it’s now adrift; Short were those days, the sun made

Exploration Of A Butterfly

Exploration Of A Butterfly long poem

Little yellow wings creature, bright just like sun shine of nature, come out of its safest zone, to see the world on its own. Amazed to see tall buildings, glass flowers and iron trees blinking, then It seems hungry at

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

Wither

Wither short poem

Cry over my body And tell me I’m not gone Fetch my orange shades And rest them on my face Gather my favourite CDs Those you will play alone for weeks to come Spread them out around me And admire

Daughter

Daughter short poem

She was a girl who loved colors and art The fact that she couldn’t draw tore her apart Maybe trying a different method would work, she thought As razor blades and cutters she bought She started drawing and the canvas

Revive

Revive sonnet poems

revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored

Syria

Syria short poem

When I last saw you, in this rubble and mess, I scaresly knew mysel, for fear was all around me. And nothing here was blessed. But a shaft of light appeared; so bright I could not see. And peace came

Lord, I Look Up To You

Lord, I Look Up To You prose poem

Lord, I am in a bind, for I have fallen behind, I’m in trouble and don’t know what to do, so Lord Jesus I look up to you. For Lord I grow weak and weary, in need of rest, so

Empty Day

Empty Day short poem

take back your smile, the fish has died in my hands; nowhere you have touched me deep in the brutal corona of a black moon – my sun spots were waning: a hole in the wind, chased adulthood of man

Sailing

Sailing long poem

Assess the world upside down—literally— Standing in the doorway— Then upside down—in the apartment on Prescott St— Through one’s legs—everything Makes about as much sense As anything ever does. * I am hoarse with the contrived implications, Weary with the

Baggage

Baggage short poem

Bag number 1 wasn’t mine to choose, It’s a gift I was given at birth, To win I was going to have to lose, I didn’t know what this life would unearth. Bag number 2 was another gift, Kindness it

Hurricane Eye

Hurricane Eye short poem

I thought I saw you last night, Holding a hurricane in your hand! I beheld you in the fading light, Although I failed to understand. I’m sure I heard you in the morning, Teaching the birds how to sing. They

Ego

Ego short poem

I was on top of the ‘world’, When I was promoted to the rank of the ‘director’. I got a very hefty salary hike, Which was such a ‘delight I felt I am the ‘greatest’, Whom I thought none can

What Can I Write?

What Can I Write? short poem

What can I write, I’m not really sure, Shall I talk about hate, Shall I talk about war. Should I forget all that and write about love, Of rolling hills and the wings of a dove, It doesn’t matter because

Retreat

Retreat short poem

A long way of journey Takes me back to the yonder village Where the hills are blue And the fields are green And the brooks are full The morning wakes me up Every day with hope I open my eyes