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Bio Science Poems | Bio Poems About Science

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Details | Bio |

Feeling The Flow

The way
words fit together
is kind of a ritualistic measure,
where word
     and verse
flow rythmicly
     to the cerebral cortex
          and hormones
to cause a response of choice.
You can't think about
how they go,
it's all in
the way that they roll
     out if the mind
and on to paper.
You see
     it's kind of like
a mathematical equation,
this blissful creation,
but they're not all about
      beautiful things,
I write with destructive potency.
I can create
a morbid dreamscape
that can flow into the mind
and reek havoc,
     when its strong enough
I'll make your brain spastic,
turning in it's own juices,
squirming to end the atrocities
that your not reading,
                        but feeling.

Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008

Details | Bio |

Tom's Flying Saucer! (a true tale!)

Another as-I-go poem-and a true story (Even I still don't believe it!!!)

Three years ago, on a clear, nice sunny day...
By son and I were driving, just on our merry way
For some reason, why I wonder, I looked up and was shocked to see
A classic flying saucer, slowly cruising just above me!

Now, needlessly, I'm sure, you'll doubt what I will say
Even I do, but come what may, and even to this day
I couldn't utter a single word, so much was my surprise
I blinked and blinked, and blinked again, I  could not believe my eyes!

I merely pointed up, for my son to take note
He followed my pointing finger
And, of a joint, he felt like he had a tote
Our jaws dropped open, both of us agape
It might as well been Superman, flying in his cape

Bright metallic silver, silent as a dove
Cruised on by before us, 500 feet above
Headed east over Queens county
at a slow andcomfortable pace,
I guess there's more out there, 
than just the human race

So when next you see a movie
A science fiction tale..
With saucers and aliens too
Don't laugh it off my friend
Cause it is really true!!

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

Details | Bio |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Clerihew |


John Merrick
Freak show fascination 
Machine trauma exhumation 
Have you found it? 
Yes, (An awful morbid operation) 
Did you see it?  No. 
One of the curious 
Pay for a peek 
Life is full of surprise's 
Consider the fate 
Consider the life 
Torture as a spectacle 
Deformed and mutated beyond reform 
Rescued by sympathy 
A man of faith  Ugly as sin 
A freak is never safe 
Difference never wins 


(inspired by the David Lynch film of the same title)

Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


Before technology became widespread
Different ideas every person shed
Experiments were done, executed, conducted
Various discoveries from them resulted

Scientists were known for their countless contributions
Their unending research created new revelations
Genetically modified organisms for instance
Where food, plants or animals they tried to enhance

A sample of this is a modified tomato
The Flavr Savr as we commonly know
It was the first created GMO
Where ripening was made long and slow

Tomatoes are not the only food that's modified
But crops from the farms that they tested and tried
Golden Rice, Bt corn, papaya and potatoes
All rich in vitamins, including the tomato 

Plants weren't exempted from this vast improvement
StarLink ang Weathergard they managed to invent
They can adapt to their surroundings' condition
In terms of resistance to temperature depletion

Copyright © Eunice Adrados | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

The Ballad of Poor Henrietta

Dr. George Gey from Johns Hopkins Hospital
Was looking for cells that would be reproducible
Of their own accord for the benefit of medicine
And lo and behold one day found the perfect specimen
And how he acquired it didn't rattle his conscience
Because there weren't any rules then that governed the science
So he made them immortal or maybe God did that
Then he gave them to others who sold them for profit
And the cells multiplied and aided discovery
And they probably will help cure cancer one day

But where did they come from, the specimen's human?
Those cells were extracted from a mother, wife, woman
Poor Henrietta or maybe Loretta
Was a work-a-day lady who hailed from Virginia
She married her cousin and bore him five children
Then after the war steel work took them to Maryland 
One winter's day Hennie felt her womb knotted
"Hennie," said Day, "we should go to Johns Hopkins"
"Henrietta, you're pregnant but there's something else growing
And what's in your system for sure we're not knowing" 
So commencing the testing and treatment for cancers
But for all of the prodding came not any answers

At age thirty-one Henrietta died painful
And to her baby Deborah she'd be a guiding angel
So imagine her shock when she learned about HeLa
The cell line immortal that came from her mama
As reporters and charlatans flocked to their family
Some of them claimed they could gather owed money
But more than the money was the need to acknowledge
What their mother had given and pay her due homage

So bear with me now as I offer this paraphrase
Of the beautiful refrain that her headstone articulates:

In loving memory of phenomenal Hennie
A woman wife mother who touched the lives of many
Here lies HeLa her cells helping mankind eternally
As the Love forever to you from your family

Copyright © Andrew Jung | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

Louis Pasteur

How to keep microbes from souring alcohol?
Submit them to pasteurization and kill them all!
Want your ale sweet when it is done brewing?
Destroy all the bacteria with heating and cooling!
And when your yeast is done with fermentation,
Use germ theory for vaccinations!
His work led to prevention of anthrax and rabies,
But also the whole field of stereochemistry!
Although being paralyzed probably stunk,
It was probably bearable being always drunk!

Copyright © Anna Wright | Year Posted 2016

Details | Clerihew |

Three Year Stint

Three Year Stint

William Shatner
Was a space captain only as an actor.
He told fans to get a life,
Which only brought him strife.

Copyright © Edward Johannes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Clerihew |

Of 2 Minds

Of 2 Minds

Mr. Spock,
A role Nimoy found he was in a lock.
A act in which he would find
That he could read a mind.

Copyright © Edward Johannes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Copulating seeds

The clouds of voice gather,
In sky-space consciousness,
Wanting to shower in torrent of love words..

The bed of unquiet mind lays ready and fertile,
Having being pillaged by seeds of wicked thoughts..

When the hour is dark and the temperature is right,
Shedding the modest seed-coat,
The thoughts are eager to germinate,
blossom into action..

Like an unexperienced juvenille, 
it sprouts before time,
Bursting through surface with all its might..
Only the ripe ones can spurt,
The rest remain dormant..
Waiting to be tampered by experienced handlers..

Copyright © Pooja Vakharia | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

I Am Pyrite

what truth falls from these lips is gold,
and the truth is that I am pyrite,
and the lies are the aureate smiles
that beam sunshine to start your day
but in reality mark the end in glittering, golden twilight.

a travesty of the honesty,
$8 at the gift store,
praying you think you see
the sheen that befits a majesty,
and forget that lesson in science class
that labeled me as... 
gold as much as quartz are diamonds...

but after the purchase, who cares?
Marvel at me and later recall
that you chose Fool's Gold

and thus you are a fool,
and thus I belong to you.

*I'm not sure about the rest of the poem starting from the second stanza. Does it fit? Does it feel right? Comment your feedback. Note that this comment will be taken down after a period of time.

Copyright © Ekso Ekso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Pretend to be dust,
sleeping away the roentgens,
waiting for water.

Copyright © Bryant OHara | Year Posted 2015

Details | Bio |

Madam Curie

                           MADAM CURIE                         Bio Poem
Brave bright brilliant genius, double Nobel Laureate in Physics, Chemistry, First woman professor of University of Paris
Wife of great scientist Pierre Curie, mother of competent daughters Irene, Eve.
Who loved, honored science, research wok, discipline, diligence and motherland Poland.
Who experienced intense struggle for study, research work owing to poverty and dependence of Poland.
Who suffered uncertainty for higher study, research work and gender inequity
 Crowned with glory of success inventing Radium, Polonium, potable X-Ray machine to serve soldiers.
Rejoiced to see her Curie Institute turning renowned Research Center and Independence of Poland.
Born in Warsaw, Poland and settled on Paris.



Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016

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that night

I look at the lights in the sky and wonder if I will die. around metallic ship I do see surely this can't be. am I on the verge of insainity. a beam surrounds me so bright as it lift my body from the ground I hear a whistling sound.then their I was faceing her a angel from the sky with skin white as a dove I just knew I was in love.her eyes was blue as the sky and she had black wavy hair it made me not care too be there.amd I knew is preety as she be her love could set my heart free. she held a laser in her had as she explain she was a friend. shr showed me around her little ship as she gave me a drink too sip. her touch was cold but I cherish it as gold. the next thing I know I awoke in bad with out any dread of a beautiful race and I wanted too return too the ship that was her home. I pray she'll come back so I can see her again my extraterrestail friend.

Copyright © steven coleman | Year Posted 2013

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Epochs of womanhood


With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?


Her blue eyes, 
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to a bright solar beam, 
Her limbs tender,
Her waist slender. 
Nature bares the Truth 
Of full-blown-flower of Youth!


Her grown up face, 
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome, 
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest, 
Restless, though happy she seems, 
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweeter from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!


Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, 
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine, 

Her flabby shriveled breast, 
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!! 

Dr.Hemant Vinze

Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2007

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The Sun

The Sun Comes Out All The Time Every
Day Every Sign The Sun Has The Most Heat
On This Planet It will Share It The Sun
Is A Flaming Ball Of Fire So Neat But
Yet To Hot To Even Touch It The Sun
Has Wonders About It you Will Never
Know Because It Is In Fact The Sun. 

Copyright © Brenda Barricklow | Year Posted 2011

Details | Bio |

Slow and Painful Joys

Dull hearts have gone astray
My euphoria lights the way 
The conquers will burn their books
Why am I the one in flames? 

Said we’d die holding hands
(I’ll suffered for you)
Now that time is past
(I’ve suffered for you)
I was always dancing in post-mortem  
(I suffered for you)
But now, not quite so fast
(I suffer for you!)

What does it mean to you?
Angels have needles, too
Swift was the madness
Ever is the sadness

Calm is the last word she said
Before she gave into her dread
The mirror always steals its truth
So why is she the one in chains?

Dying stopping someone’s rage
From taking your smile’s place
I will lay this all to rest
For the flies to lay their eggs
(I suffer for you!)

What does it mean to you?
Angels have needles, too
Swift was the madness
Ever is the sadness

Give my afterword a bleeding hole
(What does it mean to you?)
So everyone will know
(Angels have needles, too)
To say themselves and stay away
(Swift was the madness)
I hope you can forgive my suffering
(Ever is the sadness)

What does it mean to you?
Angels have needles, too
Swift was the madness
Ever is the sadness

Copyright © Matt Mulkey | Year Posted 2006

Details | Bio |

Soup's on

I’m sittin’ ‘ere before the screen
surrounded by some friends unseen
A touch or two behind the  scene
With senses  oiled in Irish mist
and memories of those I’ve kissed
In ecstasies of rising bliss
And sweet fantasia’s  emptiness
Of spinning into deeper eyes
That even thee can fantisize
And in this space of aura sense
I feel I cannot recompense
This feeling of belonging
This answer to my longing
So out of touch
And yet so much 
Of ephereal bonding

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Texas Sharpshooter Fallacy

It may be fallacious to make a poem about a fallacy
But I wish to talk about a problem in reality

Once upon a Texas morning, a man held in low respects took a gun from his home
He moved quietly in the afternoon shooting all 6 rounds
He took red paint and drew a target that astounds
He claimed I himself a sharpshooter greater than ol’ holm
He held himself a genius in nirvana’s dome
Not knowing of that I would use it on these battlegrounds

It is Arguable
But scientists always do this
Shooting gene differences
Making excuses
Saying you are DNA
Check your fallacious privilege

Context help: 

Recently, I was doing some fallacy research for improving myself with making arguments, after reading this Wikipedia article I realized a large amount of genetic research didn’t seem to match up and decided that I should share my realization about this. Anyway whether this is useful or useless, thanks for reading.

Copyright © Jacques Levi | Year Posted 2017