Best Genius Poems

Our poetry genius has come back in view.
He is lost in the haze and still has no clue.
With one shot of bourbon and three fingers gin.
He is back on the blogs to give us his spin.

He comes out of the gate with thoughts of his...

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He plays jazz as if he invented it
Arpeggios augmented, minored and majored
Transferring from one chord to another
Like flashes of lightning extracting emotional pearls 
all from from such a young mind

One marvels how and from where did this child
Learn to play such complex music 
On what...

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Nikola Tesla came to America in the 1880's to work with Thomas Edison,
a lot of his brilliant ideas getting patented by others who had a bank run,
today being the anniversary of his dying poor in a hotel in New York City,
a pioneer of a/c transmission...

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* Written for Elly's "At Least Three Proverbs and One Quote Contest" (Modified Haiku with rhyme)

Aristotle quote: “There was never a genius without a tincture of madness.”

American Proverbs
Edgar Allen Poe: “I remained too much inside my head; I ended up losing my mind.”
Robin Williams: “You’re...

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Thin line of perception between genius and mania
Monsters in misunderstood minds
More fearsome than Transylvania's elite

Rebellious Van Gogh’s indignation
Self portrait of passion wedded with lunacy
Artist’s perplexing break from reality

Edgar Allen Poe's addicted brain
Dark-natured creator of horror, suspense
Played mind games unprepared to lose

Suicidal tendencies' unfortunate genes
From grandfather...

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Athletes of intellect ponder difficult questions
Cortex’s quiver to cerebral suggestions
A genius theorises with a deepening frown
Well, how come my toast always lands face down?

Quantum conundrums confoundingly dreary  
Cynical scientists dismiss a new theory
A mastermind clutches his head in distress 
Well, if a crab has...

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Catty is my genius cat
Who stopped chasing naughty rat
She prefers reading good books
Down at her favorite nooks.

She always wears eye glasses
To read more stories, not less
Sitting calmly in her poise
In a place far from noise.

Sometimes she crosses her legs
Don’t disturb her, I do beg
If you...

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Quite a statement to make
but Einstein was prone to them
he always makes one think deep
so you need your mind kept open

everyone thinks a genius isn't them
something greatly marvelous surely
not the ordinary things of life
but the simple things makes one securely

Take the simple illustration of a...

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Sheer genius her nudity
It scared the neighbors
Frightened them into their houses
Allowing her to enjoy uninterrupted meditation

Sheer adoration, her garden
Faeries free to show themselves, 
Knowing she was the exact right human 
At the exact right time 

Sheer creativity, her bold strokes,
Her mixed paints, and her wildness...

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like a dying flame
            looking down
from
a 
fired coloured
                      sky
a visionary
   ...

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I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.

My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.

Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.

Am I a mockery, a parody 
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?

Or am...

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The little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
of auction
the little girl
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Though we hail Albert E.’s creativity
For his grand tour de force, relativity,
   It remains a tough climb
   To imagine space-time
With its axes not fixed but all pivoty....

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Child of darkness, child of scorn,
the devil danced when you were born,
for demon seed from Morphy passed,
would haunt your days ‘til everlast.

Predestined to die derelict,
an iso-pawn so cynical,
how cruel a fate awaits the one
that conquered Caissa’s pinnacle.

With skills eroding into rust,
a mind among things you...

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Some get things right the first time.
Most of us do not.
Mistake. Mistake.
A rubber cake.
Okay, it is not edible, but if we roll it into balls, can we bounce it?
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
What did you do wrong? My mother asks me.
If I knew that, I would be...

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