Best Numerals Poems
X marks the spot if it’s V plus V
Or what XC needs to add up to C.
To the left of L or perhaps the right
There’s a difference some would consider slight.
Once the C’s add up, then it’s time for D
Which will last ‘til M’s a necessity.
Then it’s fun to challenge a boy whose path
May be one that follows the joys of math.
Placing X and I, L and M and C
To make sense brought smiles to both him and me
So we stopped at the point when I’d taught him plenty
And he knew MMXX was 2020!
Categories:
numerals, grandson, math,
Form:
Rhyme
Just 3 days before the earth completes its evolution
calendar numerals with maximum numbers
one of which is the peak found in all 12 cycles
and the other, the highest of all months
It’s a day when birth among all things
becomes the protocol officer to nature
and a new life full of promise and expectations
results from the shading of history’s skin
A day when
the sun chills with the living matters
of the hills before going to bed
when the clouds hold hands in same rhythm
marveling to an added blessing the earth just received
when the tides of the waters rise up high
in complete salute to this majestic new entry
He is a pace setter, a trail blazer and a king
he breaths out the commanding charisma of a leader
housing a thousand qualities of a champion
and wearing a million features of a god
From three hundred and sixty five rotations
one becomes slower and closer to the sun
and its natural satellite rigid in awe
all because the legend has arrived
happy birthday to me.
Categories:
numerals, birth, birthday, celebration, celebrity,
Form:
Ode
Great careers are not shaped by hopes,
No one like him to fill easily the loopholes;
The gladiatorial spark which he spread,
Under Tendulkar's shine it got fade;
Mr. Dravid a classical batsmen's epitome,
His generosity here and there roam;
You will always like him on greenery when India 20/4,
With Steyn,Anderson and Martin fearlessly roar;
His defence never failed either it is hot or cold,
He never had been fierce like Gayle's mould;
The wall with 24,208 bricks and 209 tiles,
Unfolds his journey to Cricket miles by miles;
Cricket is a religion in India and Tendulkar is God,
He might be somewhere in the ministry of lord;
No one can create another Dravid,
It takes 16 years of hard cricket to be so vivid;
He was most brutally used by captains,
Sometimes wicketkeeping,sometimes opening anything for the emblem;
Numbers,numerals never gave him favour,
Neither he was a great gambler;
Always cheerful to play the superballs over wind breeze,
Creating some of them into symphony whenever on crease;
With Sehwag,Tendulkar and Ganguly he made great partnerships,
But it was something special with Laxman whenever Aussies gave hardships;
The spark of the traditionalism which he gave in modern era,
Spread the flint of 70-80's cricket vierra;
The silent achiever and steady hunter,
The voracious reader and impeccable learner;
The longevity of facing most no. of deliveries glorifies his patience,
Always eager to learn from from senior any lesson;
This is the story of my favourite cricketer,
Rahul Dravid ,my hero,Mr.Cool,Mr.Dependable;
You will be missed by million hearts,
A mode of inspiration for me by creating a legendary benchmark.
Categories:
numerals, celebrity,
Form:
Classicism
Broken clocks with wooden blocks
And the power is out again.
Cold burning hands lifted up with a little
sacrificial parenthetical nonsense
"Yuletide noreaster winding down"
Of course it will be cold - it always is.
And there will be red numerals flashing
in the morning.
Isaac is having his nightmares again,
Feeling like a tied down goatskin.
maybe it is just that Old Testament slang.
Some say single syllable saliva.
Some say killing time on Mount Moriah.
Now a fifth of gin in the pillowtop linen,
May be worse a sin than to kill kin.
And the blankets are tangled thickets,
The alarm clock is tuned to AM radio.
Categories:
numerals, analogy,
Form:
Blitz
The clockwork has rusted
Into a stiff modern art statue,
Painted by nature, loathed by the
Masses, and loved by the few.
The gears scream in a failed revival;
The hands quiver, stuck on four and nine.
The Roman numerals no longer
Glister in the night; the bell tolls not.
The sun is frozen in the evening sky;
The moon is lost below the horizon.
The clouds do not change form,
And the snowflakes have stopped their descent.
Humanity carries out its errands,
Unbeknownst to cosmic complications
And the wars that are suddenly infinite:
For the day has now refused to end
And ignorant minds are trapped
In a broken time continuum.
Rages are unconquerable.
Lives are unbreakable,
And some are forever gone.
The birds migrate over impeccably
Calm waters, searching for lands
That are just ahead, but never appear.
Likewise, the sailors are eluded
By the lands, and, sadly, by the fishes.
Yet how can they know of their troubles?
How can they know of something more?
That they are perpetually enclosed?
Where is the oil to ease the metallic pains
Of the beautiful, gothic clock tower?
How will she breathe once more?
How will she sing to the cities?
The bells shall toll no more.
Categories:
numerals, philosophy, time,
Form:
Free verse
Dancing Numbers
Numbers dance in space upon the wall of distant nebulae
Lower digits do the limbo under digit trees on Earth
Produce a number of rumbas in the process
Baby ones and twos run through the branches to learn their steps
In the shade of day they count on memory to forget
Before the dawning of romance
Before attempting trips or splits
Once set in motion growing
Numbers never stop
Figures have no limitations
All numbers should be even
Or at least equal to themselves
They make their way while 3’s distract
Straight to the borders of the Cha Cha land
Rhythms follow in their dance and play
Shade from the whole numbered trees
Bridges peace from war while quartets practice
The calculus that seems so simply separated
Moves with them in tempo traction on the hollow beat
Served in triple time, on a bed of zero pillow, to sleep beneath
Beyond the cosmic wonders of the numbers
The sum of all their quantum parts
Ones and twos take place; take shape, in string quartets
Fours are not alike. None are the same
Tap stepping on the thinnest line of life
Tip toeing to the stars from far behind
The waltz is just a walk in structured measure
In step out there in hand with solid sevens on the edge
Half way to heaven as jazz plays on and on with pleasure
Numerals are merely numbers with another name who also play
Odd figures, outnumbered, outlawed by even ones
Doing splits, without permits, perfect cascading cadence
Swirling one by one while spinning past the sun
Even ones outlive everyone
While dancing upon the up above
Other numbers hide with their mistakes
Tracked down, calculated, counted, after their ballet bows
They have their days cut short in age, then dance no more
Such digits suffer from arithmetic’s and numeric ailments
Crunch the numbers numb, until the Gangnam dance is done
Categories:
numerals, dance, identity, image, life,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Julia is a beautiful & an industrious sister,
Whose candles are illuminating her numbers today,
As she opens Page #JP!
Fortune fore-tales Julia’s age, as the consistent sun! & forever will be.
I and Julia, we are identical,
And we are the strength of arising sun, as you look upon the sky.
We are family,
A family with a writing knack as our second nature,
But today’s first nature is Julia’s two figures.
Happy birthday Julia!
Sister you’re good wine,
No bushes should threaten you,
You’re a champion, gifted with sensational hands for DJ’ing! #Dj Provocation!
You’re Poetess with a Chip of soul surviving words,
Yah! Yeah! You’re a Play~Wright with deep Ocean dialogue,
In sums up, you’re a Talented Pretty Bird,
Who is always in my head & forever will be in my heart,
So! when you cry, I will weep along with you,
And let you lean against my shoulder.
When you’re smiling, I will play along with you,
‘Cause deep inside, you rush through my blood.
At Present, #Ten words describe Julia’s birthday, today,
So Kith & Kin, don’t try to accrue Julia’s numerals,
‘Cause when you add up Julia’s age with mine,
We make one cover.
Happy birthday, Julia Panfyorowa
I love you sister.
In Treasure of Sister Julia’s Birthday
All Rights Reserved
©BryanDePoet/Julia
Categories:
numerals, beauty, birth, birthday, sister,
Form:
Name
The Mathematics of Love
The Mathematics of love are quiet simple really
Though we may think
Some algorithmic logistic
Imparts some spiritualist medium of the heart
Perhaps some benign logic
Of arithmetic fractions
Seconds
Multiplications
Doodle numbered connections
And additions
Of lets say
Hair
Auburn
Brunette
Eyes
Brown
Blue
Smile wide
Lips soft
Figure
Breasts
Muscles
Six pack
Legs
Cute butt
And Marilyn Monroe’s blonde of
Brad Pitts
All
Or so we think
Earn their decimal places
And then again fates quasi Phi
Of destinies numerology
Can’t explain why
A circles circumference
Never quite meets
In eternity
Predictions in logarithms
Tables of calculated emotions
Are tapped and squared rooted
To the power of x2
And by the beauty of numbers
And the power of their equations
Set in motion the moment of turbulence
Which equals chaos
Fractal forms of
How a beating heart
Communicates
To its soul
But the mathematics of love
Is very precise
Simple really
In the convoluted calculus
Of Roman numerals
Add
One
Love
And throw the complexity
Of perfection
Into disarray
And still
The answer
Is
One
Subtract
One
Love
And throw the complexity
Of perfection
Into disarray
And still
The answer
Is
One
Categories:
numerals, funny, lovepower, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
You’re lost in translation like staunch Christians,
When they’re trying to understand Hebrew inscriptions,
Truth be told there is distance,
Between Ancient Jewish Mystic Intelligence,
And Jesus pleasers delusional competence,
Because they’re blind to the Torah scrolls evidence,
Of the underlying substance, the mathematical significance,
It’s not just coincidence,
The Hebrew letters were originally numerals, no readable sentences,
And the sequences are equations and multi-dimensional,
Eternal sacred geometry, sound and universal,
Transversal but lost within the streams of thought,
Only sought out by a handful of inner taught hotshots,
With eyes wide open from joining the dots,
Never lost in translation because the biblical narratives are a distraction,
Going back to the start, before the deception,
Math was an art, codified and describes reality inside and out,
About consciousness and matter,
You can doubt this if you’re reading this as a hater,
Because all you equate to are thought’s that are out of date,
Causing you not to see straight, you’re a lightweight,
So your mindset stagnates and can’t relate to what I seek,
I eat meat like a professional heavy weight boxer,
The Oracle is my sponsor and has given me honor,
As I continue to drink the living water I become stronger,
My writings will be known and read by future generations for longer,
Hear what this spirit that prospers is saying and conveying,
This world is decaying alongside with the minds that are swaying,
So weigh up and consume knowledge that is worth praising,
Escaping the cravings of this fading movie that I’m watching,
From my mind’s eye, with understanding injected into me from the sky,
Seeing things that can’t be denied like all the lies being played out that desensitize,
The ability to maximize your earthly ride to find purpose within our society’s circus,
So don’t curse this, read my verses and ask your minds services to connect circuits,
Or forever be deceived by the serpent mindset that’s within nearly every person,
So be determined, open your minds curtains and don’t be wordless,
Our minds are a surplus of true wealth,
Vital for our health while we are within our physical bodies, Our 3D house.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 1.5.2016
Categories:
numerals, allegory, bible, meaningful, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I wish I knew the reason why
An X, L, V and I, I, I
Is how one can identify
Which Super Bowl this is.
Though Roman numerals I hate,
Without them, one could not equate
Those letters with game 48 -
It’s almost like a quiz.
I wonder who decided that
The Roman way is where it’s at;
It had to be a bureaucrat
Or mathematics whiz.
So every year I rack my brain
In hopes that yes, I did retain
Those skills to let me ascertain
Which Super Sunday ‘tis.
Categories:
numerals, football,
Form:
Rhyme
~The Beauty~
The shining black snake,
monster of dimension’s loss,
tattooed with roman numerals of molten gold,
perfect in place,
fluid and immaculate;
you are what you eat,
he devours time mercilessly,
it’s influence on the mind,
drifts ethereal,
whispering from the grasp of thought’s illicit and invisible hand.
The hour glass drips tears of fire,
flaring bright and disappearing without a trace of their presence,
the glass topples as the snake slithers past,
a three dimensional depiction of a twisted figure eight,
now lays upon my canvas...
we have only interpretations of breath;
within the stasis of our time.
©David Nickle Read 2015
All Rights Reserved By The Author
Categories:
numerals, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Ice Sleep Quickly...
Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,
a segue way into unconscious state disengages
awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb
burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours
later how far from first triple digit to nought, I
ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of
symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the
likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst-
stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk
credited with developing mode to abstract former
lee bird den some assignation expressing a short
shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical
value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma-
pura developed the place-value notation in the
fifth century, and about one hundred years later
Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for
zero, without such (now obvious) methodology,
this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort
to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative,
sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut
tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly
enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never
reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he
would never be accountable waking bolt upright
resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz
this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have
zero choice!
Categories:
numerals, body, confidence, deep, endurance,
Form:
Elegy
Born inside the matrix
Day one I'm taught how to handle this,
From realistic to fiction
Identifying what is....
I'm controlling this simulation,
The life I'm living
To the projection of illusions
That I have to decipher
To help my vision,
From numerals to miracles
What do I believe in?
The earth is set
Encoded with wars, poverty, suffering
and What I believe in will manifest in reality,
Causing emotional disturbances
Channeling low frequencies and
altering what I see,
And I observe life like I'm the sun,
Decoding possibilities,
Providing information to raise awareness and that's my flare,
mind shining
Radiations bursts through my skin
Burning my clothes
This is what I feel,
A lucid being is what they fear
So they cloned us from their wicked imagers,
Just a reflection that's what we are,
They stare at us,
like they staring at the mirror changing us at free will,
From what we wear to what we eat
So it all adds up to how we perceive,
Applying makeup to remake us
So we think that we are changing,
Moving with time,
We call this evolving,
The truth is
There is no truth
Just lies that sound better than the other,
Different sides of it,
Choose a view,
From first, second to Third perspective
The dimensional cube we are born in,
The dice, life rolls every time
From 1 to 6, and the 7th day
Every day is a chance
Every way has an obstacle
So we make our dreams last
Infant to adult
What do we know about the past,
They control everything
From books to the internet
So you have to pass,
They created education as a form of social engineering,
So we all operate in the same system,
From physics to religion the strange combination,
But for this matrix they'll do anything,
So we rats and we paying taxes,
Call that rattex
Cause we are paying for our lives
And that's life?
Damn! we all have to wake up from this,
The Rubik's cube, untangle the mixed colours
so we see one colour and that's us,
Me and you shining
Seeing the world in a brighter perspective.
Categories:
numerals, deep, humanity, life, time,
Form:
Verse
subjects are few
but some are new
chemistry is full of chemicals..
history has kings,
maths has numerals
civics is made of politics...
In geography we fly across "mars"
physics can measure distance of "stars"
English and hindi has stories
Ghost,magic and of mysteries..
biology has cells and animals.
what can we do if they don't have "skell"
REad one by one and learn it..
read it once more and make great fun of it.
Categories:
numerals, education,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
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`Shuttered windows
The absence of any corporeal presence
Is counterbalanced by the ethereal essence
Of the Human Spirits still in residence
In forlorn foyers and empty rooms
Vacant eyes peer in unspoken plaint
through dust hazed windows...
seeking the solace of eternal memories
Of long passed children…and weeping widows
Clock long stopped pon dusty mantel
Hands posed o’er numerals Roman
No longer giving...and long past caring
Of the duty of time and chiming of man
Dust motes that caper in fairy dance fashion
Forming in miniature...galaxies and universes
Inquisitive rays of sunshine that leak through
And peek through the regimented rows
Of the slats in tidily ordered lines
In sombre repose behind
…`Shuttered windows...
Categories:
numerals, home, imagery,
Form:
Free verse