Best Square Root Poems
no circle in the square root of blood
my nose is a new tourist site
no circle in the square root of blood
my spit is the new crimson river of mass confusion
no circle in the square root of blood
my head has a rowboat with a hole from pulled muscle anchor in it
no circle in the square root of blood
i do what many men refuse to do and pay the price with their life
i called my doctor and made an appointment
it saved my heart
maybe now it can save my mind
there is no other love
one is water on the mind of my soul
it is never truly magic until created through the work required
now here we are....living together but homeless within the dwelling
the internal guessing games becomes similar to trivial persuit
our individual vision are now mostly consumed with wondering
if i could build a greenhouse in the center of your mind
lavender vibes would overtake the musty afterthoughts previously thought to be nonexistent
u-turns and cloverleaf interchanges would merge needfully to make our way back to the essence of our genuine love's roots
when the water is spread
and the magic has mesmerized
the overall conclusion formed is that the square root of love....is love....like no other....
Transcendental is pi,
and Euler's Number, too.
Irrational, as well,
is the square root of two.
There was a teacher who taught math
and had her students on the right path
But she found one quite cute
and squared up his root
She now feels the principal's wrath
10-5-2024
The square root of you
Is a simple equation
People all across the nation
Might not have a clue
but the square root of you
Is you
You can't simplify what's already perfect
Science can say we're all flawed
ELA can say we're all wrong
Social studies can say, we're all discorded
But math states that we're all perfect
For the first time in my life,
I think I have fallen in love.
Your happy outlook makes you so inviting.
With you, I actually feel comfortable.
Something about you makes it feel right.
I can say I have never felt like this before.
Here I am at the age of twenty-eight.
I was beginning to believe there was no one for me.
“Someone for everyone” seemed to be a lie.
However, here you are with me.
It wasn’t too late for me after all.
Well, it looks as if we have made a connection.
All the pieces of the puzzle fit together nicely.
This time, you will not get away.
I want you with me forever.
Robert Pettit for Nette Onclaud’s “At This Age” contest
concede your value.
don't settle for anything
less than your best work