Evolution Poems - Poems about Evolution

Friendly digits I ache for robots I know my longing For a poet who is longing For a poet who doesnt know the highest intellectual esteem To study the artist Is supreme The emotional side About which they dont care For me is poignant So why did they stop to stare Study that human Crazy as we are And go out to eat How bizzarre ...

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The beast must have rest—it's a horse If not your quest's over—of course These trips had required Getting tired and mired Cars from this hard work—us divorce...

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Conversation in the Woods Windy, cold day, the sun is sleeping behind the clouds The walk is very slow and melancholic on the winding paths The rustling of leaves and tree branches provides meditation Walk and thinking Waiting, answers Waiting for the answers “Good afternoon,” I heard a friendly, deep man's voice. “I missed you, my dear Satan. Good to hear from you,”...

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Once we were hunter-gatherers tribes grouped outdoors before the days of yore now we're hunt and peckers each cooped indoors on personal computer keyboards and way back when we'd communicate banging on the drums yes since then we've progressed today we're all fingers and thumbs ...

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What we think we know From the history book as we grow About how we become humans Might just be a grain of sand in a desert Religion taught of the creation A good will of a bigger being Who from dust mold, better carves The most intelligent thing on Earth. Early scientists say we evolve From ape-like creatures, bushy hairs Transformed from round...

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Written: May 26, 2025, For contest By Brian Strand *********************** s t ...

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I am the universe Before I was, did my "I" exist? Atoms danced in cosmic streams, Born in stars, billions of years past, Nuclei forged in supernova blasts. In my parents’ cells, DNA entwined. A code of life, billions of years refined. Then, in my mother’s womb, I formed, Cells dividing, channeling a form No thought, what’s to come unknown, A spark of life, a...

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As a paleontologist my research has supported the idea that the primary cause of dinosaur extinction had been the massive impact of at least 10 km diameter asteroid in the Yucatan Peninsula, creating the Chicxulup crater at ca. 65 million years ago. The impact triggered large-scale environmental devastation, including prolonged “impact winter”, severely affecting the vegetation life that...

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Hyacinth Hands Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best performance when hunger a primary protagonist my leap into Sovereignty depended on unraveling karmic bonds binding us through lifetimes, countless ages, sotto scenarios Piscean, she scaly presented the toughest tests with...

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Cars, we never had the luxury of cars, We would endure harsh conditions just to get to places. Places, we never had sleek structures, Our buildings were made of mud, unconducive for learning. Learning, you complain of stress, The only things we had were books. Books cause we never had the internet, We would sweat in the library just to get facts. Facts,...

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"Written" There is a rhythm to us, a quiet knowing in the spaces between. Not hurried, not forced just the gentle pull of something timeless, written long before we knew. Your warmth lingers in my days, a soft light in the places I keep hidden. I do not chase it, ...

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Freedom must be won Oppression beaten and done; Let’s follow Heron: Let’s make revolution live; Defeating oppression’s jive:- Come revolution, Heal syndrome’s devolution; Curing delusion: It’s time for revolution; Let’s get to liberation:- We’ve survived much worse Of the oppressor’s dam curse; Now’s too, we will burst: Liberation’s spring is here; We’ll be fighting without fear:- Now, its you folk’s call, To deal with that choice by y’all; Least all your hopes...

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The Golden Mean A simple mathematical ratio: 1.1.618 All nature in its simplicity follows this mean Shapes pleasing to the eye All in natural proportion Flowers on a plant Leaves on a tree Nautilus spiral shells on a beach Human ears on a head Eyes on a face Studied by mankind for millennia Mathematicians and artists Architects and builders Musicians and scientists Have all copied the Golden Mean Randomness...

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(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic) A World of Thoughtforms Caught in cascade tumble Splashing here there Without time to collect my self Let alone thoughts What is up becomes down And down up. As I fall Bits and pieces Are left scattered Splashed onto shores Evaporating into nothing Leaving only flow. Somehow in the process One is made greater With their losses Stripped of identities Like so many badges Of false honor. Not greater...

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new year, new you preposterous poppycock seasoned you shines through ...

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