Science Atheist Poems | Examples
These Science Atheist poems are examples of Atheist poems about Science. These are the best examples of Atheist Science poems written by international poets.
One angel Matthew
Saw, outside the tomb, inside
Mark seen one angel
Luke and John seen two
Inside the tomb they saw both
It’s a perspective
We come to conclude
The same account, differing
Seen and believed it
Perspectives, what one
missed one accounted for
There's no problem
The nay-sayers will
Say the Bible is in err
Who are they to say?
Omniscient God
Has decreed it to be this
Way, who can contend?
Let the man who can
Answer the rhetorical
Question posed to Job
In-directedness
Speculation evasion
That is their tactic
Specification
Delineation is the
Way, Truth and the Life
Confession, repent
All you naturalist-ers
Again say repent
Science does not have
A monopoly on all
things, it can't account
For ethics that's a
Christian world and life view
Abstractions known
Borrowed to make sense
Of a view all natural
Laws don't grow on trees
My body tells the story of four billion years of living, of thriving, of flourishing. Each chapter a tale of surviving long enough to create another generation—replicas nearly the same, save a random change, a chance. The risk taken was a risk rewarded. Another day, another generation to watch the sun rise. Every body tells this intertwining story, written as every branch of every vein, tree, and river. Four billion years.
The oldest story told.
Physical is the coat I wear-out
in the elements – the ephemeral
shell of me, and not the yoke, man's
embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of
experience and immortal growth –
True! -- of the Eternal Now in my
biological years not one has convincingly
surfaced, risen above the depths of doubt
to undeniably attest, my only proof
the intimate echo of a heart-heard
voice, reciting from the velum of a
supposed soul, surfacing despite the negative
chatter of fatalists: lordly provocateurs
of fiery electrons, rejecting sparks
of individual ethereal sense: despite no two of
us ever proven exactly alike, each of us
the unlikely oddity of billions....
a mathematical contradiction that
can only be attributed to the reality
of a God....
God or Science, the skeptics say,
Science is God, no need to pray.
Through it, we can all knowledge gain,
No need for God’s help to explain.
This fallacy of idle minds
creates a false dichotomy.
Without God’s ken science is blind,
yields speculations of all kinds.
A humble man, with brilliant mind
A scientist and world-renowned.
Yet every day he knelt and prayed,
God, “please reveal secrets to me.”
His lab he nicknamed God’s workshop
For this was where he felt Him near.
Revealing uses hundreds fold,
Of nuts that served as food for pigs.
He had a chance to become rich
By patenting his inventions.
He chose instead to open source
That all who wish could benefit.
Yet not alone among his peers
Of scientists, who took believed,
In God the divine creator,
Of Nature, their laboratory.
Scripted is the flow of time
Scripted is the rule of nines
Scripted is the thought of the Divine
and She scripted it in 0s and 1s
"Show me god" the non-believer shouted
this male Middle-Eastern Caucasian king
sitting on a cloudy throne who doubted
his creation and punishes them when
he made me this way it was men who penned
religious texts from imagination
dogmatic laws or suffer damnation
clerical hierarchy power hungry
men reciting inane narration
I replied to the atheist bluntly:
metaphors exist in all world writing
seers understand science of their epochs
the universe is something from something
tell me what did the process develop
design is all nature in a toolbox
energy, frequency, vibration lives
in all matter, in all space, and it drives
me to breath, eat, drink, sustain my lifetime
the purpose of life is not to survive
but harness God inside and out and thrive
With words that we utter we wind through the day
Mortal matter we mutter as mind mules decay
Exports of odd thoughts to extremes across seas
The relief of belief spreading memes like disease
By parchment, by paper or carved into stone
By improbable chance or by one glance alone
By smoke, sound or signal, or flashing like light
Streaking into the heavens and into the night
Speeding softly unsealed and scattered for years
Seeding stellar strewn fields of celestial spheres
Leaking into the fabric that permeates space
The one tiny echo of one human race
Dancing into the land of no control
My heart was drunk with ignorance
Feeling the catastrophic message following through my veins
My heart decoding it meaning, yet refusing to listen to the drums
The drums that sings the songs of danger
Thinking in the way of the uncivilized literate
My soul takes it with understanding of science fiction
Yet the pit runs closer to me without mercy
Without pardon for my reasons of disbeliefs
It sets it snares for me
Now with it oceans poison has my soul be drown with
It hooks in my gullet celebrating it flawless victory
This chaos in veins makes me sober, yet no scientific relationship has been established
The relationship with the dream and my current situation
Now I swim with the regrets of this great mistake
1. We, humans, belong to Earth, rather than earth belongs to us.
2. One handicap we have is our biggest organ (NOT THAT!) but our SKIN:
The skin gives us a false sense that we are separated from the environment and other life.
3. A bird in the air, a fish or whale in the ocean, do not have this ALIENATION from the environment on which they depend. Humans make this odd dichotomy between the internal and external.
4. With life forms, there is only "inside-outside" for Science, or boxing and dissecting, to "get knowledge" (as opposed to wisdom). Death is a great leveler, as the Poet wrote. Death makes us one with the environment, the elements, even if we disagree with Genesis that God made ADAM (meaning "man") from "dust." Wisdom is evident in Bhutan, which includes for Global economics, GDP and GROSS HUMAN HAPPINESS. Hence their KING helped a sick US tourist - without a spleen - overcome Corona virus, though he is in his 70s, a miracle we shall hear more about for how some "dead" people are really more alive now.
We pride ourselves in rented existence,
gloating in the realm of time,
science and civilization sought the throne,
we explored the cosmos with tools
to unravel the universe in our frame,
we boast in this rags called flesh,
calling the Almighty to a contest .
we build our Babel from coast to coast
and named our delights of hay and stubble.
we heap our gold in the barn.
and others explore nuclear weapon in their dome,
Expending energies on dead elements.
We minor the major, and major the minor.
Among men are rebels,
with drawn sword against our maker.
we forgot the plagues of Egypt,
The water turned Blood,
The frogs,
The Lice,
The flies,
the pestilence of livestock,
the Boils,
The thunderstorm and the hail of fire,
The locust,
The darkness,
The death of first born.
This wind also affirmed our frailty.
Man! You are not in Charge.
Some say you are lost
If you are not found
On their ground
Some think you are blind
If you do not find
What they find
I am an atheist who believes
The universe is a tapestry
Not a thread
The science to chart the stars
Is but a celestial church
That medicine and vaccines
Are answered prayers
That communities
Can save each other
That math and music
Language and learning
Rebuilding destruction
And regretting a wrong
Are inherent miracles
That to plant a tree
Water a garden
Kiss a scar
Soothe a bruise
Give a smile
Hug a sorrow
Cook a meal
Play a song
Clasp a hand
Bandage a cut
Wipe a tear
Hear a need -
Is divine
I believe the soul of nature
Is sacred
and a rainbow's refraction
Is all the more radiant
For the formula it contains
I believe the finitude of life
Makes a more precious day
And, to my friends of other faiths
I believe - we can meet halfway.
4/27/20
(this was inspired by a poem I read by Anil Deo called Any Athiests out there - thank you for your kind response to my novella-of-a-comment, Anil!)
The atmosphere killed, but moisture came from rock,
I did not judge this sinner’s block ravishing, just clock,
No stripes inside to ease away the pain, despair, hock,
Wires to traverse those structures not according, shock.
Did the eclipse light a fire within the heart, point stayed?
Or was Einstein there to fan and place, unaffecting okayed?
Did Steve Davis snooker the lass and the said, delayed?
And could decades set the wrong aright, deep parlayed?
Science will cure the Coronavirus without question, doubt,
Keep washing your hands, rational thought counts stout,
Stay away from other people to reduce your chances out,
Reason is in rationality, of human principles - values count.
Metrics,
Real concs.
Problems,
Solve ‘ems.
Nature,
Culture.
See slave,
Behave.
Faction,
Action.
Mating,
Dating.
Suckle,
Chuckle.
Test tube,
Stat loop.
Scope read,
Nodes said.
Bi drive,
Lat hive.
Theory,
Clearly.
Method,
Deft thud.
Method,
Deft cod.
Select,
Chain checked.
Gather,
Blether.
Science,
Finance.
Science,
Distance.
Freedom,
Kingdom.
Freedom,
Random.
Relational,
Situational.
Rate aware,
Said affair.
Increments,
Detriments.
Free choice,
My voice.
At the gym,
Inside vim.
Sim ready.
Foot steady.
Body,
Wiry.
Mesh on,
Base song.
Choke flex,
Ox tex.
Around,
The sound.
Repair,
Aware.
Lipid,
Fluid.
Think sex,
In rex.