Science Love Poems | Examples
These Science Love poems are examples of Love poems about Science. These are the best examples of Love Science poems written by international poets.
Science in discovery
Creating Frankenstein’s mate
Companion support
Considered Monsters at large
Electricity reaction
Experiment during a lightning storm
Romance rushed the air
Frankenstein and his sweet mate standing together
A sudden embrace
Husband and Wife
Neither will be alone
No fanfare Wedding
Just plain and simple
Comparison with care
Perfection in creation
Face to Face attraction
Masterpiece sensation
Love found its component
No one would have ever imagined
Love found its spot
Frankenstein acquainted with his sweet
Their love can’t be beat
The sundown forming a shape of a heart
Love on and continued bliss
When guns sound
Here and there on this soil,
Souls sink like on the Titanic.
Good news for survival—
surfing in from the Soviets:
an answer to WHO’s
long-awaited question,
a cure for killer cancer.
Hats off, Russia
* *
Through space and time,
Galaxies far and wide,
You’re the brightest star,
My galactic, cosmic guide.
The moon and sun,
So far up above,
Brought us both together,
Each other’s one true love.
A vast celestial view,
Gazing here as two,
My universe first began,
And will always end with you
“This Holy Sound (Aum) Pranava Sabda manifests spontaneously through culture of Sraddha, the energetic tendency of the heart's natural love; Virya, moral courage; Smriti, true conception; and Samadhi, true concentration.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Love dissolve all opposites in its womb
and where true love is, there exists no thought,
so as maverick ego we deplume,
heart animated, we become self-taught.
Courage, conception and concentration,
arise on their own when heart lotus blooms,
that thus feeling one with God’s creation,
we see we are more than our mind assumes.
Embracing all souls and keeping no score,
shifting to feeling and ceasing thinking,
fragrance of love surges forth from our core,
whence we attain awareness unblinking.
Love is the path that is strewn with roses,
where breath by breath we strike blissful poses.
All fulfilments of his nature attained, man is not merely a reflector of divine light but becomes actively united with Spirit. This state is Kaivalya, Oneness.
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Jesus said, ‘My Father and I are one’,
signalling that with ego vaporised,
aligned with God’s will, He shines like the sun,
substratum of existence realised.
Awareness held like a flicker-free flame,
heart tranquil, nonjudgmental eye single,
with enactment of God’s will, our sole aim,
we delight as bliss pheromones mingle.
Tweaking this lucid dream, as of God’s will,
there being no sense of separation,
love’s peace dove perches on heart’s window sill,
enlivening God’s cosmic vibration.
God’s energy is love and is expressed,
by childlike souls who are by His grace blessed.
Love is a candle burning at both ends.
We’re staring at colors not yet meant to be framed.
A prototype mixture of vermilion and cerulean,
raised to the power of negative sixteen in transmittance.
Deliverance delayed, waiting in the DLC.
Within the range of projected infamy,
unnamed protocols remain unrendered, once derailed,
absorbed by parameters etched into
the Everlasting Struggle.
The unyielding, plain color of pain.
RED. RED. RED. RED.
I wish I’d never seen you from so far away.
Doppler blue. Roentgen to Gray.
But I was only ten milliseconds astray.
How did phase become so overpowering?
Amaranth-fuchsia is said to delay even faith.
Love, in its highest sincerity,
is a candle that
burns efficiently
at both ends.
Trapped between the lines of love's sweet plight,
The weddings that never came to be,
The chances seized, yet lost in fading light,
A whispered dream, you set my spirit free.
For pieces set aside, both shattered and untouched,
A heart laid bare, vulnerable and raw,
I gaze at you, and suddenly so much,
The wordings of my heart begin to thaw.
You make me come alive, even when I'm away,
A constant presence, a guiding star above,
So I decided to embrace my truest way,
And in your love, discover perfect love.
In science, it's always two, a simple sum,
But in the art of love, our worlds entwine,
A masterpiece of passion has begun,
And you, more beautiful than any goddess, are mine.
“The Omniscient Love aspect of Parambrahma is Kutastha Chaitanya. The individual Self, being Its manifestation, is one with It.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Immersed in this density, soul’s light veiled,
to be love enabled is our life’s goal,
so once elixir of bliss is inhaled,
we reclaim brilliance wayward ego stole,
fulfilling here in earth, our ordained role.
Back in our true home, beyond space and time,
light of Self glistens betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
In science, we observe.
All only exist when and after they are
observed.
I, an explorer, lean in with a lens
to catch the scent of rained soil,
the mist above the lake before sunrise—
trying to defy
the myth of love, with my
list of what I’m meant to find:
- light feathery kisses in spring breeze’s tickle
- smiling to smiling eyes in a pavement puddle
- shared silence after a midnight rain
- a cocoa cuddle while the world melts away
Footnote: Data inconclusive
“Don’t go there – steer away from it!” he said.
“You’ll turn your gaze away (that’s if you’re wise).
The black hole on the screen you’ve got your eyes on,
which seems appealing, floating in the murk,
confers no blessing. Love is just a curse.
Enticing, yes – but when push comes to shove,
the only day you’re free is when you’re dead.”
The bridge fell silent. Starship Enterprise
was stalled outside the thing’s event horizon.
The science officer asked, “Captain Kirk,
why are you singularity-averse?”
“Unlike yourself, Spock, I have been in love.”
A collection of transistors and wires is all I see.
You are something fabricated by Fantonucci.
I see a vague resemblance of a human being.
However, you are not a person; just a thing.
Programmed to provide love and affection,
but what you give me is all imitation.
I want to send you straight to the scrap heap.
This kind of machine is something I can't keep!
Based on the short story "I Sing the Body Electric" by the late Ray Bradbury
The sun unfolds, precisely peeking through
the light of stars, dominating ink-spilled nights.
Its rays graze softly on blooming wounds
as sirens set off warnings of incoming dunes.
O vulnerable soul! I pray you stay quiet,
hold dearly onto the kaleidoscopic life
slowly flowing out of your diluted sight.
O transient time! I pray you stay still for a while,
and let the sediments settle—
as the river carries away what's old and vile.
There will be another dawn.
When the sun unfolds again,
its light grazes softly on wounds withered with time.
As sirens hail warnings of unknown threats,
O powerful mind! I pray (and know) you'll never fret.
White Hole (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson
You are the massive white hole at the center of my soul,
ever giving, never exhausted,
fulfilling all the needs I never even knew I had,
just as I reflect back the things that you desire or need.
When you speak my name love, somehow I always know.
My love for you? Expanding like our private universe;
we swallow and consume all errant starstuff within reach,
converting mass to energy (E=MC squared)
from which then are created endless swirling galaxies,
that in turn reflect back to the cosmos
the glorious beauty of our sacred souls.
No mere black hole could ever stand a chance.
Malcolm and Courtney at Memorial"
In the halls of Memorial Junior High,
Where lockers clanged and dreams flew high,
Two hearts met in a gentle spin—
Malcolm and Courtney, love would begin.
Between math class and lunchtime chatter,
They found in each other what truly mattered.
A glance, a smile, a whispered joke,
And soon, young love softly awoke.
Courtney laughed like sunshine in May,
Malcolm's grin could brighten a gray.
Passing notes in folded art,
Secrets scribbled from the heart.
They walked the halls, side by side,
Where crushes bloom and fears collide.
But theirs was calm, like steady flame—
A spark that lit and never waned.
Dances, science fairs, and football cheers,
A bond that stretched through awkward years.
First love blooming, bold and bright,
Under the junior high gym lights.
Now time has passed, but still they say,
It started back on that fateful day—
At Memorial, where fate took part,
Two young souls shared one brave heart.
When we are deep into
a constant,
unrequited,
impossible love,
such a divine passion
is said to be most soothing for pimples
and bunions.
Also,
as incredible as it seems,
a secret lover that you have no hope
of ever knowing or meeting -
those kinds of romantic fantasies
will totally banish kidney stones
and chronic melancholy.
Medical science agrees with scripture,
that the ridiculous and utterly unlikely,
can jazz up your libido, and add vim to your
most innocent of sins.
You can now date late at night,
while your partner beside you
dreams of making love
to some movies star or other
without any guilt.
Unfortunately,
a delusional broken heart
still hurts.