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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Poems containing references to : Simulation

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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Deception

Deception short poem

You know how it feels? To be cheated in love By someone so close, someone so dear Who’s there in each thought, in every breath of life So much trusted and looked up to – Share joys wholeheartedly And to

Dying To Live

Dying To Live short poem

Eight kisses of death and I am alive My chest is still bleeding Come brother, come, stitch my wounds. What shall we believe, rebirth or life after death? Both are study of wasteland. To speak through angels is difficult these

Transformation

Transformation prose poem

After this time and distance apart.We age like wine.when we met what a spell lost in love ; a story now I can hardly bear to tell. commitments were made, promises to never stray.knowing all along things will change, this

Freedom

Freedom short poem

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! My Captain! elegy

Didn’t realize when the heart swelled, a tear rolled down, then, another…. …and so on……….. What a charming guy with blue twinkling eyes! Santa spreading laughter and cheer; giving away endless memories and smiles! Immense pain wears the garb of

Chasing The Clock

Chasing The Clock short poem

Sitting here waiting while the clock face chases forward my memories bewildered and twisted, with unborn thoughts… Seeing things I’ve waited for all these years just go by as tear drops now, like a paper book each page is turned,

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

Hero

Hero short poem

Some times I feel disenchanted from the ordeal that is life. How good it would be to let go completely to have a free fall or get out of the rat race stand aside and laugh at the world even

Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis prose poem

Who am I? I mull over my identity… And I ponder Each one of us in this society, Belongs to a ‘religion’… To a set or a group, And each set of people Have their ‘rules of conduct’ Have own

Brooding

Brooding short poem

Me and my pride, me and my hurts. Who are you, which you are not, a verbless statement of nirvana? No pain no asking, narcissism. A stream of unbecoming. Eyes wide open jaws tightly shut, sitting in a corner, brooding,

Love Sonnet 229

Love Sonnet 229 sonnet poems

When trophies rained upon my neighbor’s yard, With not a trickle spilling on my lawn, Seems that misfortune fell on me so hard, Through nights of darkness without hints of dawn; Time pelted me with woes that I can’t shake,

Kashmir-the Woman

Kashmir the Woman prose poem

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature It lifted me above all mire dark and dense. Kashmir is the divine smile It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense. Kashmir is the sorrow It showed me a combined

He comes…

He comes... short poem

He comes in like a buccaneer, tip toed Into her life, conquering her dreams Adding his own sweet hues and mystifying music To her silence, deadly and intrepid She wonders how each thought of his Gives her joy and brings

Adorable Friend !

Adorable Friend ! short poem

Can anyone imagine a girl so polite and bright ? I have one such friend , I know her love for her friends can never have an end . Her innocent eyes reflects her sweetness , And her adorable face

Inertia

Inertia prose poem

She stood in the fading sunlight The leaves murmured ,the birds hopped, The marshy land washed her smell The passing wind blew away her tail. She stood in the fading sunlight Awaken by her thoughts ,now and then, She stole

Old Pair Of Socks

Old Pair Of Socks short poem

That old pair of socks, lying in the drawer, Reminds me of mom, winters and A long lost lover… Those fresh white textures Look worn out and grey And yet there’s so much they’re waiting to say… I touch them

Nostalgia

Nostalgia short poem

Don’t let the night’s darkness show you those vague dreams again perspicuously. Don’t let the night’s silence guide you to that one voice you always desired for. Don’t let the night shove you back to that soul with whom you

Bequeathal

Bequeathal short poem

My boy ! I give you cloudy sky of my youth. I give you my buttonless soiled shirt and lungs full of wonderful laugh ! T give you my desultory jaunts, in the middays of the city and lying on

Looking For Paragon

Looking For Paragon short poem

With so much of bad dreams so much of screaming in the past you are living someone need to enlighten as you are stuck in the past and you are frighten there is so much around you, so many people

Committed

Committed short poem

A flash point in ocean becomes omnivorous eating the boats. The sharks unstick and sleep on waves for another abeyance. Sitting on the wheels of a tank, men waited for the revolution to scoop a scorched motherhood where the children

The Nursery Lessons

The Nursery Lessons ode

Neither a coaching class nor experience, We had in baby-sitting, feeding and Cleaning little kids; but managed, somehow, With the limited knowledge, we played it; The little one kept me and my wife, Always active and alert, we never went

Love Directions

Love Directions short poem

Up and down, something special happen inside of my head when I close my eyes and one step back I look at my soul and I figured out what I don’t know. Let and right this my way, close to

Now, Then, Now..

Now, Then, Now.. short poem

Now, I like walking in the rain, but I hate lightening and thunder. I like the fragrance of the soil, but why this yucky mud? I wonder. I prefer raincoats to umbrella, and rain-boots to match and pair. “Bare feet

Roses From Holland

Roses From Holland long poem

ROSES FROM HOLLAND and an invitation to join you there for the summer well in my reply I said thank you but no thanks if you’re just looking for a lover I don’t do like that anymore I want to

The Big Bang Boom

The Big Bang Boom short poem

Space is occupied by space, strength and vitality, a sphere of activity where space is shaped. The mind is preoccupied by thought, identification of process and an abstract concept of time represented and labelled. Mind is a reflection of past,

Suppose The Sun Does Not Rise

Suppose The Sun Does Not Rise short poem

Suppose the sun does not rise the school boy may still lumber in his slumber, the house wife may enjoy her liberty to corner her routine job in relaxing herself in spiritual rest. But the busy father may be surprised

Deep Down

Deep Down short poem

I don’t know how it would be Down there deep inside a womb. Probably dark, probably warm, Probably wet There amidst all the hustle and bustle A ball, consisting of water and flesh Starts to grow Unknown, Unnoticed, Unaware Swimming

Love Sonnet 35

Love Sonnet 35 sonnet poems

I swear, intoxicated, I am not, Though high in spirits, but nary of wine, That kiss, that kiss, how soon have you forgot, Euphoria I could claim as rightly mine; As thousand angels sing in harmony, While Naiads bathe and

Puppy Love

Puppy Love short poem

Your nose is wet Like cold melting ice Your feet smell like fritos To be sure, I smelled them twice Your coat is soft and silky Like comfort on a cold day Too bad it’s everywhere Like a field covered

Police

Police long poem

As a kid I always fancied to don the Role of police I visualised police as a superman who can tame any bad guy with ease I believed only God and policeman can protect us from thieves I grew up

Love

Love short poem

Love sometimes never arrives us Looking for someone in total loss Yet it would cross a desert When it is real and honest It is every minute giving it your all And forgiving everything big or small It is forgetting

Women’s Day

Womens Day short poem

Life starts through her A blessing she confer A pain hard to infer With a sweet ending to refer She stands strong When things go wrong With a smile and a song Filled with hope and faith along She’s is

Bless This Mess

Bless This Mess short poem

I’m no fun anymore, Not to be with or even around, I bitch-spewing hate is my second Favorite thing to do, Only topped by drinking, Reeking of cigarettes and whiskey, And I like dim places where the outlook is Bleak,

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather)

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather) long poem

Mr. Hewitt Cox The father of my dreams The hardest working man In the whole entire east Never have I ever Been closer to a 60 year old man We were so close in fact, I call him my best

The Unfound

The Unfound ode

Worry not you by water bound Or disturb your sleeping state If words, simple nor profound Mark there your resting place For those who look upon this deep This vast, this treacherous, churning ground Who in the bone your memory