# Best Math Poems | Poetry

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PROBLEM MATH JUST DON'T ADD UP by Lee Sr., James EdwardThe Singapore Math by Adewuyi, Adejumoke

Math and Music by Rigoler, Maurice

Math Birds Colorful Addition by Lee Sr., James Edward

Pimp's And Ho's A Florida Math Test by McLain, James

Wine is Poetry is Math by vaso, arthur

Do the Math by Robinson Jr., Freddie

BEARD MATH by Beck, Sidney

On Math by R. V., Ram

Simple Math by Missing, Roof

## The Best Math Poems

Details | Math Poem |### Mathematics

Mental stretching, the required sacrificeAddition, subtraction, multiplication and divisionTo all exercises, these four are the basicsHell on paper but sweet in its understandingEquations and formula, serving as raw productsMastering the existence of numbers to gain its wisdomArithmetics also in a graphical representationThen its technicalities in shapes and planesInto life's activities, these applications silently integrateCalculation of numbers and expressionsSum up all problems via solutions to an answer.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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### Math

Why do we need math? Because it puts us on a narrow path. Even though it sometimes makes you swell up in wrath. To most, Math just causes you stress, But thats not the case. Its a workers base, Math is in every place. Math doesn't have a realistic face, But when it is used, It leaves a remarkable trace!

Copyright © Ettie Christian | Year Posted 2014

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### Probabilities

Probabilities fallen fruit exists earthen harvest and ground meet jars in the pantry Robert J. Lindley ,07-24-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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### Make It Count

line count and word number are equal in this selection.... "Make It Count" by: Eric L. Boddie A Man may Come to play But if you say Oh no baby, not today Do you think he would stay Or would he go so far away In search of another lover he could lay Doing everything associated with rolling in that infamous hay And if push came to shove, maybe he would pay To relieve all the stress stemming from your hips' distant sway Because something must give, there are more than fifty shades of gray That's common knowledge to the freaks and all those upon which they prey And once you learn them all, I promise your lover will never ever stray But if you miss just a single one, then you may experience that dreadful day Where you lose it all so try to find True Love and remember to always Pray

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015

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### Met-a-Four

“Met-a-Four” I “met a four” when I was three and oh the things it did to me and fingers counting one-two- three. When the four brought in a five all my counting fingers came alive. Reaching for the other hand said “times two” is oh so grand. They ran through six, then seven – eight danced with the nine to celebrate. Then the quantum leap to ten and shouts of let’s do it again. Somehow the ones and two and threes increase in size exponentially. Still, my fingers are mathematically smitten seeking warmth within a mitten. John G. Lawless 12/4/2014

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

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### Just doesn't add up

Pythagoras once fell off a ladder And landed on a venomous adder This adder couldn't add Calculus made it sad Algebra and theorems made it madder.

Copyright © Nandita Das | Year Posted 2015

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### Fear Of Numbers

Fear of Numbers Fear of numbers is real They carry adding machines on their backs And loaded numbered guns Divide and subtract from families and everyone With two times the pleasure two times the fun Double their trouble on the run You cannot escape the digits on your hands and toes They are counting on you to pull them through Children fear math and numbers like the plague Run from them at multiple fractions of a second Poof!...Like zero, (Is that a real name and number?), they are gone Figures hide behind accountants glasses Hitting you with tons of taxes Not to be divisive or derisive Or taken down in dividends I think they’re out to get you In the end they have no = Something’s don’t add up You can count on that

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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### Mathematicians

Mathematicians Use a complicate language Hard to understand. Things are quite simple When are thought in simple words. No mathematics?

Copyright © Mario DE PAZ | Year Posted 2015

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### The Invention of Zero

Zero. By which nothing is divided. No zero no negative no opposite no hope no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning. No mirror no knowledge no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no Iliad, no Odyssey. No universe no black hole no zodiac no hero no mission, no omission, no fission, no fusion. No beanstalk no tractor no yellow no 7:30, no wind, no window, no owl, no one.In 773, at Al-Mansur's behest, translations were made of the Siddhantas, Indian astronomical treatises dating as far back as 425 B.C.; these versions may have been the vehicles through which the "Arabic" numerals and the zero were brought from India into China and then to the Islamic countries. In 813 the Persian mathematician Khwarizmi used the Hindu numerals in his astronomical tables; about 825 he issued a treatise known in its Latin form as Algoritmi de numero Indorum, Khwarizmi on Numerals of the Indians. After him, in 976, Muhammed ibn Ahmad in his "Keys to the Sciences," remarked that if in a calculation no number appears in the place of tens, a little circle should be used "to keep the rows." This circle the Arabs called sifr. That was the earliest mention of the name sifr that eventually became zero. Italian zefiro already meant "west wind" from Latin and Greek zephyrus. This may have influenced the spelling when transcribing Arabic sifr. The Italian mathematician Fibonacci (c. 1170-1250), who grew up in North Africa and is credited with introducing the decimal system in Europe, used the term zephyrum. This became zefiro in Italian, which was contracted to zero in Venetian. -WikipediaAfter my father's appointment by his homeland as a state official in the customs house of Bugia for the Pisan merchants who thronged to it, he took charge; and in view of its future usefulness and convenience, had me in my boyhood come to him and there wanted me to devote myself to and be instructed in the study of calculation for some days. There, following my introduction, as a consequence of marvelous instruction in the art, to the nine digits of the Hindus, the knowledge of the art very much appealed to me before all others, and for it I realized that all its aspects were studied in Egypt, Syria, Greece, Sicily, and Provence, with their varying methods; and at these places thereafter, while on business, I pursued my study in depth and learned the give-and-take of disputation. But all this even, and the algorism, as well as the art of Pythagoras, I considered as almost a mistake in respect to the method of the Hindus (Modus Indorum). Therefore, embracing more stringently that method of the Hindus, and taking stricter pains in its study, while adding certain things from my own understanding and inserting also certain things from the niceties of Euclidxs geometric art, I have striven to compose this book in its entirety as understandably as I could, dividing it into fifteen chapters. Almost everything which I have introduced I have displayed with exact proof, in order that those further seeking this knowledge, with it pre-eminent method, might be instructed, and further, in order that the Latin people might not be discovered to be without it, as they have been up to now. If I have perchance omitted anything more or less proper or necessary, I beg indulgence, since there is no one who is blameless and utterly provident in all things. The nine Indian figures are: 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. With these nine figures, and with the sign 0 . . . any number may be written. -Fibonacci, Leonardo of Pisa

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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### Half Mast

Can one count the pieces of a broken heart? Can a flag half staff proudly wave? Will kites still rise in staccato weather, or partial freedom be less than a slave? Explain this measure of a hearts half beat wind that blows yet never reaches the trees the disfigured countenance of a dreamers disgrace how half body dreams cry imbalance in between Tarnished stains of unpolished silver flyblown details of a life unabridged groping for a fortress forged by slivers unfit by the stages between and betwixt shifting weight from east to west dodging shadows of intent and neglect standing at the post where the middle never met like a chromosome missing beholding whats left Oh to be pregnant with hope then giving birth to a portion revoked How does one survive the division of two halves opposing a whole What brightness can a light once shining affect through half of a soul? and where is the joy in knowing without two halves you'll never be whole? A heart scattered in fractions equations refusing an algorithms find These are the conundrums which riddle and the factors left baffling the span of time

Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2014

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### Do the Math

Fifty stars and thirteen stripes Wavy patriotic mathematician do the math ... Subtraction or addition, what will the numbers be, 37 or 63? Slavery took away my parents’ human rights, and their children’s dignity I got 59 stripes to show what was done to me ... every year on this earth, I’ve seen my people mistreated wickedly Promises, promises was the number 40 plus 1 Forty acres and a mule Reparation was a cheap trade-off for my ancestors’s suffering and misery But, that promissory note still ain’t never been given to me Subtraction ends with a negative number obviously Minus zero is deeper than a 6 feet hole It’s so cold inside the modern slave quarters, the project pipes are froze Go bury the bones, now there’s less to feed — politicians playing oppression dominoes Moving over to the addition side of the patriotic math equation I got a lot of woe heaped on my poor poverty: more income inequality, more housing discrimination illegality More police brutality, and much, much more drugs pouring into every ghetto community Add it all up, this is what I see: red, white and blue platitudes is suffocating me Red is our labor paid with blood White is our cotton weary purity Blue is our ocean of perpetual grief But there’s more to the patriotic math problem, come take a look-see We got multiplication and division to intellectually wrestle with morally Stripping away health care and welfare has multiplied the cries of the poor Mob rule, and his thug buddy, crime does too ... gun violence got bodies piling up at the morgue Multiply the pain of parents whose kids go milk carton missing Spreading fear cancer in the affected area, killing hope The disease of apathy is multiplying faster than campaign corruption smoke Do the math you dope ... Depression numbers are climbing astronomically, higher than you can see in a Hubble space telescope Yet, it’s division that takes away most of the social gains garnered over the years Factor in the algorithms of hate, separating forces of social valency Divide the bond of racial harmony, cancel out certain colors in the voting crayon box Do the math ... and understand, division is a common denominator pox And last on the patriotic math problem list is fractions and percentages That’s how the Revolutionary colonies’ tax returns were itemized in the beginning Three fifths ... Sixty percent human Slaves were never counted to be worth much, tax write-off humans who were sub Back to the future with another tax cut And after all this time, they still be doing the same math with a king George touch, using Orwellian integers Strange, arcane math symbols and figures Do the math ... Some stars are more equal than others, some stripes are brighter than another Math numbers don’t lie, only Cain people who hate their brother

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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### BiPartisan Dissonance

When oppositional cognitive dissonance deflects focus, it tends to go back to when I deflected focus from her. She sends me passive-aggressive messages, bread crumbs leading back in time to where she began to feel alone, marginalized, siloed, anxious. If you don't want a sopping wet tile bathroom floor because I have thrown all my naked Barbie and Ken parts, especially their water-filled hollow insides, and the five saturated pools of stained white washcloths I took out of that drawer just like you said not to, and the nice sudsy soft bar of soap, then you might want to reconsider leaving the bathroom during my bath. You might want to think of telling a story or imagining with my behavioral lectures I so mercilessly inflict on the shattered heads of my daughter dolls. Perhaps oppositional cognitive dissonance is what Republicans have about Democrats, and vice versa. If you folks would be so kind as to return to cooperative civic and civil discussion, about my intrinsic dignity, royalty perhaps, sense of anthrocentric entitlement, immaculate integrity as a Sacred Orthodox Tradition, utterly necessary to optimize sustainable and resilient health for All Americans, (although perhaps not quite sufficient), Including those who happen to have become embarrassed by their unhealthy wealth and extravagant disregard for undercommodified humane values, like caring and nurturing, loving and therapeutic mentoring relationships and trees of life, and economic and eco-logical environ-mental (0)-sum cooperative networks, like the synergy of all natural systems, most especially religious cultures delivering a united and interdependent positive teleology that we all created this rapacious, extractive mess together. So, please stop leaving the bathroom of discourse, regardless of how rhetorically insane and polemic, every time we complain about your shitty attitudes about wealthy compost and sustainable, resilient, optimized economic growth. Then you democratically complain, by voting for the one you hate the least, as we go right on doing what we intended to do while we were throwing water on your slippery-floor economics of radical, reverse-hierarchical interdependence and mutual subsidiarity. Much too "solidarity" for Republican taste as True, much less Just to those who prefer their economically entrenched competitive silos soils souls. And, our Democratic family value parents hear their oppositionally disordered Republicans as if they were bionically alien unitarian utilitarians, like honey bees and ant hives, devoid of deductive rational accessibility, of even one of four dimensions of truth, and without capacity to empathize with their well-mentored praxis of continually forgetting you could not climb a higher priority right now than telling your oppositional daughter, or son, Dr. Seuss's The Lorax, Interpreting each voice as your own Lorax Ego-EcoLogos, wondering why you continue competing to reach a Win-Win Cooperative Game, and political and economic and ecological and cultural and biological karmic finish line, alone in your polycultural PolyLife Yum-Yum Tree Paradise. When you think about it, you can see that your competitive political and economic assumption, that Win-Win cooperation will not have our final say, is not ecologically, scientifically, or even permaculturally, metaphysically sound, rational, integrated, sustainably designed to benefit future generations, much less synergetic or holonically comprehensive. You can't win a P=NP, 4-fractal/spiral (0)-sum cooperative economic logistical plan until everyone else has the freedom and integrity and ecotherapeutic orthopraxis comprehension, intention, to win-win with you, coincidentally. With this perhaps un-Christian, and vaguely irreligious perspective that Democratic mutual-redeemer culture is closer to (0) sum Core Value Balanced Heaven rationality, and intuition, than appears to be the case for our benighted Republican wealthy fat-cat anthro-supremacist residents of Earth, we have turned rather too far our spinning cultural revolution pendulum away from the racist sin of monocultural monotheism, poverty and the overpowering commodification of human lives, and the commodification of other species, and the commodification of Earth's fire, water, soil and sky, Under-producing her capacity to regenerate fertile maturing seeds, turning away from sin as sterile insanity, disability and absence of healthy love, to now prophecy the sins of monopolistic drenching wealth, and overly ballistic power; to notice challenging, dissonant tipping points within monocultural, monochromatic, monopolistic bicamerally competing ecopolitical uncertainty and ecological dysfunction for all consciousness all nations, All extending families reconnecting our more humane DNA-informed bicameral information processor branch of EcoTribe, RNA-inscribed, transliterate, multisystemic and polyculturally Climaxing Community, interdependently coincidentally straining and stressing to comprehend Polynomial SpaceTime = Not-Not Polynomial Open Systemic Binomial Prime Relationship Temporal "Now" as Yang-convex/positive = Yin-concave/negative, as +1.00% QBit = +/-(0)% Soul Core-emergent universal Vertex/Dark Recessional Vortex (Perelman, 1993) So, yes, Democrats, not Plutocrats, maybe somewhat closer, but closer doesn't count when playing Win-Win economic ecotherapy. Donkey clown shoes might also fit elephants. Speaking of elephants in too-narrow-minded oppositional spaces, where was I? Oh, yes, she’s in the bathtub again, better watch that wet wild floor.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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### To Count Quantum Sheep

A slow, painful waking to a vessel that's shaking from the stress of its increasing mass, And at once I'm made sure that it's all premature, for I should yet be sleeping, and fast. Why I've not been kept deep in my long cryo-sleep, is a troubling notion, indeed, For it's ten light-years' span to the world where we plan to propagate our human seed. The cryo's defect is a slow reconnect, with my senses still frozen and bare, Yet I need my devices to discover the crisis, and keep safe the lives in my care. I fight what's still left of the cryopod's deft reduction of all that I'm feeling, Grab food from the fridge, stumble off to the bridge, the emergency sirens still pealing. I at once raise the shield from the ship's forward field, and I stare straight ahead at what's wrong, A bright purple spark in a nebula, dark, that is almost a full parsec long! The shapes and the colors remind me of Mueller's "Two Girls" and his fine Gypsy lasses, Lush watercolor hues of soft greens and blues, all the products of eddying gases. It is beautiful, yes, but I do not need guess what the center is, blackened as coal, What no light could pass through, a SINGULARITY, true, and one that would swallow us whole. Too fast was our rate, we could not navigate 'round the nebulous dark 'twas our curse, And our increasing mass was now too much to pass by a course we could safely traverse. I thought, for a piece, we might try to increase the reaction at the core of our drive, But with more anti-matter, we were apt to just splatter in a vortex we could not survive. If we had greater distance, or some added resistance, we might slow and alter our course, But we were too near to the black hole to veer, and being pulled in by its force. The process, one-sided, baryogenesis provided, made our futile spot very dire, And without the ship slowing, we were quickly now going from the frying pan into the fire. We could not stay pointed on the course now anointed, or we'd soon meet our end there in space, Yet we couldn't slow down, or change course to go 'round the black hole that now stared in our face. Big on heroes, I'm not, but we DID have a shot, though a slim one, I must admit now, I would use, (beg the term), a thing called a "worm" hole, if our increased mass would allow. I poured three libations and did calculations required for bending the void, Then tossed back each one, toasted daughters and son, and the ship that I'd apt leave destroyed. I blessed the crew's slumbers and entered the numbers, hesitated at "Enter" a smidge, And breathing a sigh, (whilst I covered one eye), I launched the command from the bridge ... BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Well ... what happened next has left me perplexed, as I'm not on the ship, nor with crew, But it must've gone well, cuz I'm still here to tell YOU the story ... now isn't that true? I'm not on the lam, but just where I AM, is the puzzle I'm working on now, For without ship and crew there's not much I can do, but try to get homeward, somehow. Deep space, can I span it from here on this planet? (Though it seems to be one I can roam) ... Ah yes, now, if only I wasn't so lonely, for the blue marble that I call ... HOME.** 7th Place in the "Jamie's Interesting Contest 2" Poetry Contest, Jamie Pan, Sponsor, Topic - The Speed of Light. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

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### Coffee cup calculations - poet's cut

Based on BBC news article "Maths zeroes in on perfect cup of coffee" http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-37989169Two billion cups a day we drink To stay awake so we can think Tireless workers - every nation Need a caffeine drink equation Lattes, mochas, cappuccinos Our calculator super heroes Measured, reasoned, wrote a theorem Clockwork system - mighty fearsome Divide the beans and add hot water Multiplies the bean aroma Takes away the taste chaotic Get this right - it's sums and logic China cups the theory goes Helps the smell go up you nose Cardboard mug with plastic roof Not as good, but where's the proof? But their reason's most disjoint Like whole numbers - has no point You just need a rule of thumb QED for us dumb-dumbs (Entry for "wake up with coffee or tea" contest - shortened to meet rules)

Copyright © Mark Martin | Year Posted 2016

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### Quintessential Placeholders

Yin/Yang Ch'ang as "Constant" natural law of growth and decay yanging and yinning, logically necessary alternation of opposites universally permacultural law: exterior nature as inner conscience communicant Interior Landscape of eco-Ch'ang ego's Exterior Landscape operatives eco-self as "true nature" exegetical identity of co-passioned operation natural 0-dimensional Core identity "soul" functioning bicamerally expressed as Exterior natural landscape--Left (ego) deductive convex WITH Interior natural landscape--Right (eco) intuitive concaving implied, predicated, predicting, Fuller's precessive ordaining ordination, TwoTime Being quintessential and mutual Placeholders for One holy-fractal Universe. Fundamental Radical Placeholders: SpaceTime Quintessentials: death life winter summer Uracil Guanine Zero Fractal 0 3 1 4 fractal octave 0-timedimension 3-spacedimension light place transparency full spectrum octave Tao Yang/Yin-squared Hydrogen atomic 120 aptic synaptic enthymematic reiterative monomial polynomial monoculture polyculture boundary unity dissonance confluence chaos integrity intent habit humor gravitas tipping point closing curtain cell organism set universe icon culture communication string community subject objectives meme transactional network QBit Reverse Hierarchical Win-Win Climax Double-Dark "C" Enlightening Bionically Regenerative "L" Not-Not Monomial Positive Polynomial Bilateral Co-Relationship Zero-dimensional primal placeholders concaving within this fractal holonic spacetime dimensional Earth-Universal Con-Science. Ordained ordination as co-redemptive coordination as co-operative ecological eco-normics. Ordained by Host embryos: Time, progenitor of trinitarian dimensioned space, RNA, progenitor of DNA bicameral places faces forms with hopeful polycultural economic functions, communication strings of permacultural memory forming futures, decomposing past regenerations.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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### She loves and needs seven

I know her routine, she told me today, I know what lives in her soul, I know her small quirk, that she thinks of the most, I know what keeps her mind whole, You see, she lives by the seven, she loves how it’s prime, It’s more than a number to sum, Its power is when her darkness has fallen, Where her mind can count like a drum, One to three to the five, six and seven, Her mantra beats loud in her black, Beats regular and defiant, against all the odds, When her mind is under attack. Her secret is a thought that keeps her mind sane, Her secret’s her defence in the night, Her secret is the special power of seven, When her mind is stuck in a fight.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017

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### Math in Life

Shapes of the Past. Numbers of the Present Variables of the Future. Shapes are different for every little hand drawing them, every grown-up touching them. Sometimes they miss a point, only later to remember and disappoint, in finding it too late to mend, that broken shape. Numbers are the same every time you see them, a constant in problems and mazes of wits. Yet, with 1 careless mistake, it changes, never to be fixed again, because you wrote in pen, with the confidence of a youth, the bane and talent of adolescence. Variables change every time you try to simplify them. Yet they never change their appearance, staying the same throughout. Until that moment, reaching the last step, they just become additional numbers, that might be the right or wrong solution, later confirmed with substitution.

Copyright © Lilia Rose | Year Posted 2014

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### At Basketball

Basketball stands for war or battle. That's why I think about the players' personalities, in my foxhole or squad. Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Dan especially can pass making him master and commander. To defeat them as we did is very satisfying. Ben's five year old son is intelligent but distant. Disdains to answer my question Why are you you? But I'm not here to catalogue the men's personalities. I like them. But each of us has moved on many times, when _______ suddenly died the games went on with hardly a mention and his name has since been forgotten. But even this, absolute mortality of not just our bodies but our names and souls is not what I came to talk about. Yesterday, between games, I asked Joe how Molly his daughter likes the high school. He mounted an impassioned defense of reading as the indispensable skill when I suggested math, the scientific method and history are essential too. Also between games Bob diffidently asked why my kids are bald. I was moved by the care he took to satisfy his curiosity, concerned the subject might be difficult. He's a political science teacher so I took the opportunity to ask What ails the republic? Of course I answered myself wanting mostly to hear myself talk about Iraq and how empire is self-correcting. For once I was amusing I thought, treating the subject with a light touch heretofore lacking. But none of this is what I came to say. A new guy, very big and strong, a bulldozer under the boards with a good outside shot if needed got into a dispute with the other Bob who likes to tell people what to do sometimes, about an offensive foul Bob called which we almost never do. The new guy said If you can't take it don't play under the boards which is what I say when I'm pissed and don't give a shit. Bob said You've been pushing and shoving me all day. I said He doesn't want to be pushed and shoved which got a wry smile out of Danny as I put the ball in play.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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### Easy Math

2, like all primes, fascinates 2^3, it seems, comes to eight 3, the next prime right in line, 3^2 [2 primes] = nine, ^2: Exponentiated, x3: multiplicated. Still it's 9?vindicated

Copyright © Paul Geiger | Year Posted 2014

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### Deep Low Math

Deep Low Math Divide the 1st number by nothing, Undefined, That’s the meaning of TRUE LOVE, Even the highest integer in a form of positive, Cannot explain why this thing is greater than any negative When you expand this formula of “X”, and why? Why this “X” is = to 1 + 1 is = to us? What is our common factor? Let me tell you in a simplest form, Our destiny is collinear and coplanar Parallel wherever we are In the start, connection is at the end of Hypotenuse, Problems make us become variables, Inequalities make us strong, But I found out that ½ of my heart fits yours, I chose, Our life is an equation, we connect like a proportion Whether our time acts like an acute, 100 % I will give it all just for you, Our hands intersect with each other Its so perpendicular as our eyes knew it better And as I push the number 8 into the ground It became infinity the sign of my heart 76 + 67 is in commutative Property Where N is = to 143 These are words that I just want to say, Let us make a perfect love story using the square root Of the prime tree, as I say, Please let me stay with you, Forever and ever, EVERYDAY

Copyright © jhucel del rosario | Year Posted 2014

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### Math: A Great Challenge

Math is great At some point I could get. How could I get rid When it is definitely a need? I prefer writing an editorial Than solving a perfect trinomial. Math is a trial, Oh! This is crucial. Math has magic, But sometimes it's tragic. Striving for Mathematics, Optimistic in finding tactics. When it reach high quantity, It challenges brain's quality. Favor with Property of Equality, Struggling with Conditional Inequality. Math is a distress, But it is a need for success. Sometimes it makes me cry, But it doesn’t stop me to try. Struggles are enough, I now ought to laugh. Need to be even, Thinking of my favorite number seven. Math is use everyday Though I deny to say. It makes my brain an aleph-null, Yet it doesn't makes me dull. Solving with optimistic The problems in arithmetic. Math I learned to love With the help from above.

Copyright © Rhiza Periwperiw | Year Posted 2016

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### Simple Math

One plus one plus one does not equal two For me it adds up to heartache and tears What's going to happen to me and you If the third one should suddenly appear I was not very good in math at school I'm certain the math teacher would agree The numbers don't add up, but I'm a fool For thinking the answer is two not three Tell me what I'm supposed to tell my heart When it finds out and one heart becomes two The heartache will surely break it apart Then the tears will come from me and not you Sometimes equations look easy at first And if you add too quickly you'll get hurt an original poem by the Poemdog Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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### MATH BLUES

They try to give math a happier spin "How many times can this number go in?" As if you are part of some numerical clique Because you can find a square root extra quick. It's always "add up," time's up," "divide up," That keeps me looking down, counting down, feeling . . . yup. I can't find the angle for a celebration When numbers and math are in the equation!!! 2/6/2016

Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016

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### Geometry of love

Two lines intersect an inherently unstable situation. Parallel lines are better each proceeding separately in the same direction balanced by forces of attraction/repulsion. But if these change the lines diverge or intersect (see above). Sometimes two intersecting lines may align with a third forming a triangle. Which is stable but generally disapproved of. Very occasionally two lines may meet end to end and curve to form a circle which is One.

Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2014

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### Number Poem

five steps, and i’m near you one touch is all you got to do not one thing you’re gonna say just that one touch is okay. a dozen of matters to talk just one word would make it fine worried six times and more i could only listen to four. a room for fifty, a seat for one you let them all in, and you’re left with none in one heart, for two people one would rejoice, the other would struggle. for places and times and faces that’s just all for one never give in for another if you got none under cover.

Copyright © Cherie Gozon | Year Posted 2013