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Cinquain Science Poems | Cinquain Poems About Science

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Love's Science

The path
of earth and sun,
the moon and satellites  -
the whole system  revolves 'round you
and me.

Copyright © DebbySue Guenther | Year Posted 2016


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Order

Systems
predict, prepare.
There's safety in numbers.
No surprises in the new world...
Order

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Comets

Comets.
Morning glory.
Perseus mirrored magic.
Free at last, oh.
Gaze.

Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007


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Weight

Matter
Gravity weighs
Illusions of motion
The mind requires description
Spirit

Copyright © brian lauer | Year Posted 2007

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Water

Blue hue 
Where life begins 
Wonderful, reflective 
Is, hydrogen oxygen  
Sparkling

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008

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Judgment Day

myself
fearful ending
starships gather humans
justify my entry records
alone

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009

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Sub-Station One

You call up and say:
“Hello, how are you today?”
I’m dead and rottin’ away,
But my droid is pretty bright,
It answers “I’m all right!”

You celebrate the bi-centennial,
And call up your oldest serving menial:
My spirit is hardly congenial,
But my droid is going strong;
It accepts congratulations from the throng.

So when all is said and done,
I’ve been dust on the floor of sub-station one
Twenty-three revolutions of the sun.
Your polite query is replied,
By the droid who inherited my pride.

Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017

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Static

Static
Electrifying flashes
Fabric on charge
As sweater pulls over
Conductively

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2015

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Sojourn's Close

Struggling in the dark to breathe
I flip the light switch underneath
It's glow surrounds me like a wreath
I've landed in a cave
An icy mountain cave

My pod is running out of air
I pop the canopy and stare
An ice cave lighted by my flare
I take a deepened breath
(Is that a tinge of death?)

My focus sharpens, taking stock
A hint of light there, and some rock
I grab supplies and start to walk
Along the purple ice
A cave of purple ice!

I find the sunlight, of all things
But not a sound of wanderings
No flitting buzz of insect wings
Just a horrid silence
Vacant, horrid silence

A vista spreads before my feet
A valley, lakes and trees, replete
Yet not a hint of hearts that beat
Just throbbing in my ears
The throbbing of my fears

No flap of creatures on the wing
No howls or bellows echoing
No noise from ANY living thing
There's something very wrong
Yes, something's deadly wrong

Not long ago there must have been
Here and beyond a wondrous scene
Lifeforms designed in types yet seen
Now, just death's aroma
Putrid death's aroma

Just weeks before we'd scanned this place
From our approach, not far in space
'Twas full of life and not a trace
Of ANYthing to fear
No pathogens to fear

How could this splendid landscape lay
With trees and plants, from hills to bay
Yet ALL be in such deep decay?
Not a creature living
Not a thing left living!

The smell was overwhelming rot
The more I breathed, the more I fought
To not expel upon that spot
All that was inside me
All that lay inside me

Just months behind me, colonists
Builders, couples, biologists
And naught but this apocalypse
To welcome their sad eyes
Just ghastly mass demise

What caused this ruin here was grand
A cataclysm, air and land
An answer I MUST have in hand
Before my friends arrive
Or we will not survive

No, we will not survive ...
Not one soul left alive.

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

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Glass is Tough Stuff

glass pane a frozen sheet a brittle window hung suspended in space and time is tough stuff

Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2017