Best Reactions Poems
If you don’t know chemistry
Here’s some on reactions
It may not be much
But it’s still a good fraction
I don’t know where to start
So I’ll begin with this
An element plus element yield compound is synthesis
Decomposition is multiple products from a single reactant
Usually formed when energy attacks it
“It” is a compound, just to get it out
It can be replaced, what is that about
It’s about single or double, which are replacements
Any real scientist would concur to this statement
Because of the complexity, my favorite replacement is single
It’s really easy, if you and chemistry can mingle
One more reaction, so lets take a turn
If oxygen is a reactant, you may have a burn
Combustion is the name
And it’s known by the flame
Production of heat embarked its fame
A hundred on this project is the grade that I wish
I don’t know where to stop, so I’ll yield like this
(1)
Split up all at once
instantaneous patch up
to kiss and make up
(2)
Ideas not matching
lack of trust and loyalty
break up relation
(3)
Split up relation
rejuvinating lost love
leave at the altar
(By Kishan Negi)
Chain Reactions, I fall like the first dominoe
The point of entry and the ballistics
I leave tracks and I read the tracks of men
He's the Commander ask him about the optimum use of Infantry
Strategy, strategically at all cost hold the battle line
Wearing my camoflauge, thats me dressed in descrection
Soft in my letters, open minded and receptive
to every word she has ever spoken
Words fixed and framed set like A jewel
set on the head of A Queen
On the throne she sits
And the hope she gave me
And every thrust made by her enemies I have parried
As I endure another risk Death is probable
In these kind of perils many men will perish
My hearts noble
much of what I feel is left unsaid
I've been sitting here all day like a statue
Grief has many faces, many aspects of life’s demeanor displayed.
Real grief swells the soul, buries the mind, and stones the heart.
I have both seen and felt, especially when death plays a part.
Everyone has felt grief in life, felt overwhelmingly dismayed.
Feelings are real and take control of everything to be remade.
Reactions are what persons do right from your heartaches start.
Even if compassion is the first thing painted in teary art.
Anguish shared together, sorrow between two; do aid.
Completion of misfortunes with shared guidance with all.
Taking their mind from undercover, slowly rising it up,
Invoking the soul to heal, crumbling heartfelt stones.
Only time will heal, whatever action caused the fall.
No one can predict or project the time of peaceful cup.
Love is just a word
some get over excited
while others care less
The world quickly dissipates in your hand
and petals droop solemnly without forgiveness.
Here, a woman’s hope is crushed
Because of one malicious rose
And the lonely dandelion
You plucked at seven
without heart,
who loved you not,
haunts you threateningly in your gut,
lying.
If it's true that unfulfilled expectations
And no prospect of a better future
Shake a man to his foundations
Then our world must have system failure!
Many decisions can't be right,
Many reactions can't be polite!
Legs are faster
than feet...
Feet fastest
than shoes...
We are that react
slowly in life.... !
Sins - they are violations, faults, offenses
Any forms of sins leads to ill guilt feelings
Resulting from human's weaknesses and pride
Disrupting disturbing human relationships
Placing any cognitive being to shame and doubt
{"To err is human, to forgive is Divine"}
To each and every decision and action
Us - human beings must never forget to discern
Anything we do stimulates chain reactions
If sin is seen, beforehand sternly spurn
The devil will provide worldly attractions
But, hear me Human... I appeal to you: BE FIRM!
AWAY FROM TEMPTATION! AWAY FROM DEVIL'S SATISFACTION!
Rather, integrity and a life eternal we must earn...
BY
olive_eloisa
12:32 am
April 08, 2014
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6TH PLACE
It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.
Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to a Monarch butterfly.
I will see the road from my front window
for another hour.
At some time I will eat a cheese sandwich,
At the same time
Consequently I darkly develop
a sunny-side up dawn
casually dressed omelet.
A Siamese cat, coats a Knight
with heraldic tar from a nightjar.
A clay Madonna carves out
epicanthic folds
from an African twilight.
I believe in chains of associations
leading to all possible outcomes.
House plants rent a niche of bedrock.
Plumes of cigar smoke flutter
in airless Mayan canyons.
Factory farmed Quetzalcoatl’s
hustle the leafy bustles of housemaids
as they feather dust aspidistras.
Mind can join together
one probability or another,
one word to another,
words that seem unrelated
yet together trigger an image
that feels newborn.
An iron skillet, crushes walnuts
on a coffin of dead elephants,
a black casket casts kitchen shadows.
Here’s the thing, this power
that may seem like a weakness,
actually
is the way the multi-universe works.
Camels swim an underground sea,
sand dunes wave over a once boozy tavern.
Humpback whales
recite the scriptures
of aesthetic scarab beetles.
The laws of poetically possible realities
operate for you when you follow
your imaginative mind-stream,
all these co-dependent transitional factors
want to link hands.
A speckled moonlight
chases a hen
around a weather vane
while a barnyard tornado
whisks a can of English beer.
Congratulations, you are now a creator,
demonstrating clearly
that you are a child of God.
Stunning
When my soul screamed, the birds in the hedges grew silent.
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The organic chemistry of memory
is faster than light.
it cannot be deleted, only defeated.
That cellular crucible deletes itself
by an entropy of catalytic reactions.
Stop stoking the flames
then the ash will then fly away.
Whose your daddy, whose your ma?
Who parents your life, now that the parents
have become your children, progeny recollected
by old images of yourself.
The world, that part of the brain we know as us,
it is always incomplete,
it does not evolve, it only recalls itself
over and over again.
We are unborn, the progenitors of
an imagined ancestry.
Our legacy is a rootless mirage,
and we can never delete
what never was.
What activates my reflex arc
And causes me to shiver?
Which stimuli come into play
To set my nerves aquiver?
At home alone at dead of night
A creak will make me skittish.
My lower lip begins to drop
In fashion quite un-British! *
And should I inadvertently
Whilst in the garden walking,
Be tickled by a spider's web
The shock will leave me balking.
Don't mention snakes and darting bats
Obnoxious smells and vermin,
Or scraping sound as chalk meets board,
For all will leave me squirming.
In other matters I am bold;
No lily-livered chicken.
But when sheer instinct rules the roost
It leaves my senses stricken.
* in contrast to the traditional British 'stiff upper lip'
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For many years
I longed for a woman that really knew me
until at last I found her.
She really knows me -
divorce pending.