Quantum Poems - Poems about Quantum

In quantum whispers, atoms dance and gleam, While constellations weave their cosmic dream. Each particle spins tales of time untold, As nebulas birth secrets manifold. Manifold equations paint the sky, Untold dimensions where our futures lie. Dream fractals bloom in dark matter's space, Gleam echoes fade in gravity's...

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KISMET String theory has to be the answer. Multiple universes with other worlds. In some other place there must be another me. That one is handsome, witty, rich, famous and a good poet. A lottery winner many times over. A talented musician, who can write successful songs. A woodworker who crafts fine furniture. One who has a good day every day. He probably says, there must be another me in another universe. Someone...

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Quantum thinking out beyond the everyday ...considering multiple perspectives and possibilities leaving behind convention logic To pave an emerging universe where knowledge and wisdom is found in the most obscure way A quantum leap onward to forge and sustain build and refine life as we know it toay Gathering stick and stone outside the box To build a empire inside...

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Tunneling through nightscapes, weightless moon doll escapes. Collapsing space-time, the pages and pages, of fluttering windblown stages in quantum nonlocality, a graphic novel engages. Burrowing through dystopian nocturne, the night traffic gives us heartburn. In magical claytronics, everyone is reassembled, reincarnated by cosmic consciousness, a karmic cautiousness, a persistence of endless distance but finite parallel. We see the light out of this tunnel. Can we make the quantum...

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4. Quantum Superposition . A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured Are humans waves or particles? Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is. I count the...

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Did those who dare to play God Think to give Quark a sense of humor? Or will Q laugh with the realization That only one of billions, An elite genius Nobel award winning Physicist, Is responsible for Q’s creation. Who walks to work everyday To a top-secret government facility That to the ordinary citizen Is...

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In the chambers of the caves, I sought refuge from all the moral forgeries spreading over the land. Holding my lamp aloft, I pursued solace in childhood alcoves. In the chambers of endless caves, I explored myriad twisting pathways longing for the playful mirth of recall. But Cerberus confronted me, snarling, preventing my passage beyond his gate. In the...

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in my jar, crooked cold pressing gray, these bones I fold while the rain beats dead, a wandering sun trapped in glass, I hear no one a passing eye, on occasion may break the dark, then drift away some raise my glass, inspect my frame insect inside, open disdain a violent shake, the jar disorder lines in black, define our...

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I wish not to see another sunrise. I wish not to wake another day. I don’t want to trudge to another class or drive down another highway or let my tone deaf voice breach my lips again. I want to snuff out my flame. It’s not that there’s no beauty in this world; every morning, another bird flies for the first time. Creation...

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The struggle of life Someone is hungry Someone wants to go home. Survival is not easy For animal world or human Need to be smart to live. Sometimes, you need To go beyond, outrun Be more intelligent and fearsome. No heart feeling Just pure business In order to survive. Others, resort to extreme Selling flesh, principles And even sale soul to hell....

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"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet. MIRROR, MIRROR I was in a room, there, I saw a mirror, and then I saw him, I told him to get out, and he did, and he took the mirror, and I was no more. --The...

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"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet. MIRROR, MIRROR I was in a room, there, I saw a mirror, and then I saw him, I told him to get out, and he did, and he took the mirror, and I was no more. --The...

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"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet. MIRROR, MIRROR I was in a room, there, I saw a mirror, and then I saw him, I told him to get out, and he did, and he took the mirror, and I was no more. --The End-- be wary of...

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"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet. MIRROR, MIRROR I was in a room, there, I saw a mirror, and then I saw him, I told him to get out, and he did, and he took the mirror, and I was no more. --The End-- Part III of...

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"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet. MIRROR, MIRROR I was in a room, there, I saw a mirror, and then I saw him, I told him to get out, and he did, and he took the mirror, and I was no more. --The End-- The Holy Spirit led...

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