Math Fibonacci Poems | Examples
These Math Fibonacci poems are examples of Fibonacci poems about Math. These are the best examples of Fibonacci Math poems written by international poets.
(pause)
Crunch
Words
Upon
A page 'til
Space plays out or thoughts
Ideas low, maybe do math
Use Leonardo of Pisa called Fibonacci
Formula to do a Sanskrit poem in Indian mathematics way, way back
I
don't
do math
beyond what
I can count on my
fingers or lines marked on paper;
oh, Leonardo, you are much too advanced for me,
so, meet me in Pisa near the great tower, and speak to me in the language of love.
Syllable count checked via howmanysyllables.com
Lost
truth
That life
is naught but
a sequenced pattern
that finishes where it began
~FJ Thomas
I
once
thought we
were one, that
you were my soul mate
until I realized that our
joint passion for a specific salt water flatfish
cooked in meuniere sauce was not sufficient to maintain a long lasting relationship
I
Can
Deadpan
Take more than
Any other man
This will be my unwritten plan
Continuing to take silence time and time again
From the most beautiful woman
Till I'm an old man
Madman
Can
I
fibonacci
bruised
heart
azure,
violet
and indigo blue -
a perpetual waste of soul.
Only an omniscient God can heal our deepest fears.
written 20 February 2016
fibonacci is a 7 line syllabic form using this syllable count: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, ...
fibonacci series is a math sequence adding the last number to get the next number. This contest was to use the highlighted words in a fibonacci poem.
Why
Had
He come
Here? For peace?
Solace? He began
To realize there wasn't the
Perfect quiet around that he would have expected—
Out in the country. Plenty of disturbances here and there, a shaking of the dry
Autumn leaves that wasn't wind, the racket—some unseen birds chastising him. You thought you'd enter a fresh block of air. Instead, what did you get?
What are you doing here? where are you going? A sense of being watched by things—things you
Did not know about. Of being a disturbance. Life—
Around—coming to some conclu-
Sion about you from
Vantage points
You could
Not
See.
Yes,
She
Wore a
College girl's
Skirt and sweater and
A barrette in her shoulder length
Hair. She was the college girl of fifteen years ago.
She hadn't kept up with the times the way others had and she had a low-pitched, well-bred
Voice that many people said was subtly insulting.
And confidence and homeliness
Not often seen—met
Together
In one
Face-
One.
Love
Love
Lovers.
No soft word,
As people think but—
Cruel and tearing—a man sitting
In a rocker, most troublesome of all to woman
Brown
Brown
Sugar
Eggs, butter
Flour, spice, mix, shape, bake
Hi! Raisin eyed gingerbread man.
Shasta Daisy - Fibonacci form
White
White
Yellow
Showing off
Burbank's creation
Pick—he loves me, he loves me not.
One
plant,
Shasta
Daisy, owns
such easy beauty—
belies it's enduring nature.
Needs no coddling; infiltrates, sprouts boldly year on year.
Tall, erect, flaunts pure white petals around a golden center; resists hungry
insects.
Wizard of plants, Luther Burbank, absorbed fifteen years to make the purest
white color he loved; breeding, crossing, combining four— perfection.
Bend down— look: brilliant white petals, neon yellow center in a spiral nautilus
whorl, all on a stout green stalk. How many petals? A perfect thirty four? She
loves me, she loves me not—count for yourself. Maybe average.
The
enduring
Shasta daisy—
Easy to grow,
Invasively spreads in the
garden.
With little or no encouragement
it will take
over whole plots. Standing tall,
flaunting a pure white flower;
nothing eats it.
Luther Burbank took some
fifteen years getting the purest
white color he loved by old
fashioned genetic engineering
of four species.
Look closely at the flower's
gorgeous, yellow center. See
the perfect whorl. Count the
petals. For my flowers I often
find thirty four. Could Luther
have counted or would he have
cared? Fibonacci—biology.
Why there's is a God Proportions divine hand spirals. He's shaping patterns not chaos. Artwork pleasing to the eye the golden rectangle. Clearly seen by His creation check your double helix in every cell. Not theory
Let
Me
Try this
A new way
To express our thoughts-
Share our mathematical hearts
My
Left
Breast aches
Cancer cries
My Life proves worthwhile
As chemotherapy invades
Can’t
Wait
To share
With students
Poetry in math
Lessons from the pain and healing