Entropy Poems - Poems about Entropy

Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy Which lame excuse I exclaimed, when my dear old mom asked rather told me in her scolding voice to tidy up my bedroom, cuz this son of a gun intuited neatening (organizing) one infinitesimal corner of the cosmos, (a veritable pinpoint of nothingness - our house at blank address) hence an excellent reason as lamely iterated...

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I dreamed I was inside a bulb— a cathedral of filament and glass— not dead not born….. but shumming**. Glass walls curved like time sealed but translucent my fingers curled around voltage like a secret God was transcending. The socket hummed a lullaby of static. Every breath of mine made sparks the air electric with grief and longing. I saw myself outside the bulb in a room wallpapered with eyes— each iris twitching like...

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The laboratories hum with cold efficiency, believing they command the future, their sterile corridors lit by the relentless glow of progress. A miracle, they called it—stitching together creatures torn from legend and nightmare, two extinct beasts merged into a single entity through genetic alchemy. DNA of long-dead beasts resurrected into new life—their ultimate creation: a...

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I have measured the math of a mustard seed, traced the geometry of origin, the angles of mercy, run fingers over the ridges of history and found Him— in carbon’s conspiracy, ...

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Tell me, my friend, does infinity not unsettle your reason, or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless? Look beyond the rust of your disbelief— this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you imagine. This is the marrow of things, the architecture of why. I...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Urdu poems about tyranny, the world, sky, sun, wind, night, faith, roses, creation & entropy. Tyranny adores those who adore the tyrant. —Mirza Ghalib, translation by Michael R. Burch Having adopted a mendicant’s rags, Ghalib, I’m amazed by the spectacle of generous people. —Mirza Ghalib, translation by Michael R. Burch I keep up awhile with each new jogger yet...

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I want someone to snuggle under a blanket with, to watch TV, or for fingers to run softly through my hair while I read, my head in their lap. I want someone to kiss me goodnight. And good morning. Go to work. Pay the bills. Buy me a gift—just because. But phones ring, and doors knock, and emails chime. Kids scream, and I scream, Ice cream, Trucks...

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Energy found its way through the rigorous rigamarole of trial and error of those persistent like the Wright Brothers, the Curies, or Thomas Edison, and others. The close failures were consistent. At the time, based on their hypothesis that it will benefit all living-kind existent. Yet they were all clueless to the vigorous negativity that their inventions will be hell-bent. The electric...

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Unable to sleep or pray, I stand by the window looking out— at moonstruck trees a December storm has bowed with ice. White Oaks and Maples concede beneath the crystalline weight, their branches falling brittle upon a frozen tableau of memory. Love—that old revolutionary road, veers sideways toward scrutiny; ...

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The older I get The weaker and slower And more tired I get (with, from, of) And the less I care (about, for, to). When I was younger I guess I saw this coming, At least I saw it in old people, But I never thought it would happen to me. Now here it is And I don’t really care. I suppose it’s a natural...

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Rock Hard place Rock Hard place Your fist My face Exhausted..... I rest My head On your chest You say that You're right Which again Starts a fight This scene it plays out Each and every night A rock And a hard place My fist And your face Relationship Unrecognizable Our differences Irreconcilable Our anger is pent Patience is spent All that's left is resent This life Not for the faint Of heart No remorse No...

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’I can’t believe I thought that’, I told her Wishing it were true. I know friendship is built on truth and trust But I just Can’t let her see it. Expose the expiration of my heart. I won’t wear it on my sleeve Because I would hate to admit how it bleeds. ‘I can’t believe I thought that’, I told her But hours later, You walk...

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Oh, Angel! When I was dreaming of darkness, you woke me up to colours. Oh, Divine anomaly! who could grow plant-sweet, under moonlight's shadow. Oh, Perfect tree! whom even White-hole envies, and Eve is left pitied. Oh, My sweet EVA! your tea helped my hangover! wish my biryani gives you eternal hangover!...

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Touch is fleeting, never a foot hold. Warmth succumbs to growing old's cold. Value lies unfounded, hidden in treasure's chest. For life's obsession is driven by mementos' quest. Gold that glitters, when buried, fades decays to dust. All structure and order is dismembered by entropy's thrust....

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Suzanne realized as quickly as she focused her bottled up angst upon this young woman that it Was misplaced.Standing behind her son with hands on his square little shoulders Francis eyed her in concern. How can I ask her to pick up the tab for issues that long preceded her?What did any of it matter anymore? She went to...

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