Cyborg Poems - Poems about Cyborg

The future - present in the past... Travellers of time persisting. Duality - a duel of vast... In two with missions existing. Cyborg out for termination. Determination - soldier sent Whose purpose lies in salvation... Proposal - killing to prevent. Their race to outdo the other... Success in mission completion. Fate destined for one another On a rampage of depletion. An unsuspecting subject lies In wait - oblivious...

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Little gods inside my heart where pumping blood is an art. With a mind of their own doth these gods call me home. Little gods with golden hair and a quantum halo perform their task with utmost care...

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Little men inside my skull run machines that make me whole. Trapped within the storage bond of neuron chem and thoughts beyond. Little men with pencil hair program charts for pain and chair. Neuron cranes moving protons up...

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With cybernetic grace and audacious flare, the undaunted one, I shall dare. I am a badass-cyborg teenage drama queen, girl, both human and machine, a fusion of strength, and a whole new dream, world! In every bolt, I am a hero, perfect stranger, echo...

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Salvation of hollow-burrow, spaceful for life, hiding and appearing engaged that day. Seven Sleepers, unwanted companions, pardoners, neither demigod-cyborg nor god. Peaceful in retreat of folding nocturnal-diurnal. Contemplation bleached the sinners, restraining lust, abstinence for circular bell tolls. The Cavern's Sleepers, Sophia of hibernation, tapa Barata....

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I OPENED A DOOR AND FOUND MYSELF IN FRIENDLY SURROUNDINGS. QUITE DIFFERENT FROM OTHER ADVENTURES. I WASN'T SO INVISIBLE OR OR SHALL WE SAY UNSEEN. I WAS NOT THE OBSERVER THIS TIME AROUND OR WAS I. IN FACT THIS ADVENTURE WAS PECULIAR IN A WAY. I WAS WITH TWO, SUPPOSEDLY FRIENDS. THAT WAS A FIRST. THE THREE OF US WERE CHALLENGED TO ANSWER ALL THE QUESTIONS FOR A...

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The morph to cyborg is a devolution for mankind...

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Focus ... A look, stabbing Black photons, bounding Penetrating far beyond the ultraviolet Every fissionable fragment on the edge of a cosmic climax As shapes in protein chains form along the ordinate Sliding into a charged maelstrom of iridescence ...

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Raindrops keep falling on my head Long after I think I am dead; With a chest of iron and legs of steel, I have a body I just can’t kill. Rain drops cover the gut in the bin, And I am powered by a motor within. Far cheaper than a positronic brain, Is a ‘borg with a mind hazed by pain. When the...

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Frankenstein‘s Cyborg. R O B O T R O B O T R O B O T Heavy Metal Music. R O B O T R O B O T R O B O T Frankenstein’s Cyborg. My robo-tic child, My favor-ite cyborg, yeah. My robo-tic child, I’m the reason you were born. R O B O T R O B O T R O B O T God...

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Cyborg Sleep An image of a man stands serene against the rock cold wall Vigilant eyes study the distant city Elongated and curved shapes form in his mechanical mind Only nature there to sense it’s out of place motions The cybernetic organism, alien life Coming to life on the barren world A living machine, automaton, a time sentinel Built with purpose Watches with...

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My curvy bouncy young mum bump Of unjoy pump by punk guy jump You wormy crony cuckoo cyborg of my numb womb grow My ovum mock your wrong grown coup Go mourn by of onyx orgy you grow From crummy mob of gory cum you bourn No cub run cry mummy for you my young...

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In a desperate world Where man is hated This fur clad woman Her cyborg pack created Silvered dogs Mechanical teeth Squatting like humans Engineered breed She stands there proud Holding her sword of MacBeth Forwarding her packs To hunt for death The earth now barren Stripped and bare Skulls and bones Lie everywhere Even the sky Refuses to come out at night Even the sun Refuses to burn bright This once beautiful planet Now rancid and...

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(This is a fictional poem) Three years ago I was shot five times by a robber in a convenience store. My brain was removed from my dying body and I'm not a man anymore. Surgeons put my brain in a robotic shell. A lot of people think it's neat to be like Robocop but I think it's hell. Now I...

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