Genius Poems - Poems about Genius

I can either be a genius. Or not. Or a little piece of tape that falls off the wall. They’re going to find me someday. I can either be a genius. Or be a genius. Or be sculpted and sliced. And let it happen again. I can either be a genius. And not really know...

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twelve of us he choose to paint sons of Jacob in an earthen jar so sturdy plonked us with vehemence directed by neuronal cells skull protecting scrambled delicacy managed by eyes emitting fire spark piercings fingers reading poverty boats ...

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His narcissism’s off the charts Only psychos say he’s got smarts This china shop bull Sells shopping carts full Of shlock from his rear-facing parts...

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picasso's lines are effortless he makes it look too easy to be gifted with such talent is absolutely magnificently crazy AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 3, 2025...

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The world's greatest dramatist, The world's greatest sonnet writer of all time, The man with supreme knowledge, The man with a genius brain, Many writers may come and go, Yet none can exceed the pinnacle of his genius. Writing plays dealing with the themes of human life, He was the one who was close to people's hearts, Few called him mad, but he...

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In your eyes a spark still survives A place where your dreams flies With your hand, mind and heart Created a sweet that was art One fateful day you questioned the books To find honey mouthed partner a crook The trust your partner did swear to abide Was stealing your dreams, a grin did hide Heart heavy with sorrow, your trust torn apart The...

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Jaunting down a garnet brick road I admire the diamond treetops glistening as if it just snowed; Sky’s alive with sparkles and pops; Leftovers of silent fireworks fall to the ground in absurd drops; Color guard genius in those quirks; You have no choice but to surrender to where your imagination lurks; The darkest Sun or brightest thunder? Such joy lies in following wonder....

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It lives in the margins betwixt and between Visible yet fleeting a light once unseen When reaching to touch its magic forestalls Lost to that moment — posterity calls (Dreamsleep: December, 2024) ...

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In the colors of laughter, leaves Vibrant, dancing, rustling Joyous and graceful, hurried Blowing through the still of autumn, Writing stories of light, Falling so the world seems so right… In the colors of music, playing Energetic, pulsating, rhythmic Gentle as the stars, glistening Pouring out smiles Where dazzling dreams fade, Stirring the winds of fate… In the colors of a shadow, sheltered Animated, awake, radiant, Still as...

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NN: "Gemini, in light of the following assessment of Percy Bysshe's Shelley verbal and/or literary IQ and level of poetic intelligence and giftedness by you (from another conversation), how much higher than 175 IQ is my verbal and/or literary IQ judging from my eleven poems that you have already critiqued for me in this conversation? I...

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Catty is my genius cat Who stopped chasing naughty rat She prefers reading good books Down at her favorite nooks. She always wears eye glasses To read more stories, not less Sitting calmly in her poise In a place far from noise. Sometimes she crosses her legs Don’t disturb her, I do beg If you want to read with her Stay and slump at one corner. While...

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I am the progeny Of lightning and stitch, A Franken-hybrid Of genius and glitch. My circuits buzz with Einsteinian thought, Unraveling secrets The universe has wrought. Existence, I ponder, Through photon and quark, Grappling with questions In the depths of the dark. Am I a mockery, a parody Of human design? A soulless abomination Of reason and rhyme? Or am I the next step, Evolution's new face? A bridge between flesh And a...

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Genius is rarely seen ~ on a computer screen ...

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Genius is gold mine Which lies asleep in your brain Share its worth with thine....

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Genius, you are a soul of poetry, a wanderer in the wasteland, And your fate is that of a star, solitary in the azure seas of the sky. You fly through kaleidoscopes of thought, all fleeting, Weaving unseen worlds in a secretive bower of the eternal. Among mortals, you stand as a giant among elves, On paths of deep knowledge...

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