Savant Poems - Poems about Savant

Math could be easy. I could go to college that way. I could get a math degree and be rich. I do all my homework. To unlock everything. I play with rocks on the playground. I don’t know what they are, but I pretend I like rocks and hate people. I hate running and laughter. I want to be angsty. So I can be...

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What makes a savant? Is there something behind those numbers that emerge effortlessly? Is there some pain that cannot be calculated? Is the only thing keeping me away from being extraordinary- These wounds that are shaped like a maze? Why must all my struggles be infamous? As much as their skills are lauded? What makes a savant- Is not within me....

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I recently watched a documentary on savants In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities As well as other astounding mental capabilities Will not only blow your mind You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend” Yet when matched against a computer He is able to do calculations up...

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There is not much help left. My parents feel bereft. All I am is a child that has sacrificed- My moments of childhood happiness, hoping my obedience will suffice. But with time my lacking becomes more apparent. And even though my parents’ promises to me are inherent. Even though they know there is no promise from me- They...

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the savant of style buys the best-made leather shoes then walks down the street 2/16/21...

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I was passing by Joey at work I was going on break Joey was heading back to work I said" Hi Joey " He said " I had a nightmare last night " I said " Ooh. A nightmare. What was it about? " And here's his rendition of his nightmares: You know Olaf the snowman from Frozen. He appeared on side of...

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The multiverse Of his unquiet mind Screaming for all of us To be quiet He needs to put on A space suit Assimilating our nuances So he can Walk on the surface Of our emotions An alien being Trying to find a way To fit in Not attracting attention To his brilliance Of communicating In a sensory way Logically disertating A higher plane To be one In this...

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I recently watched a documentary on savants In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities As well as other astounding mental capabilities Will not only blow your mind You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend” Yet when matched against a computer He is able to do calculations up...

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A SAVANT Henry Charles Bukowski was a savant. A person of learning, especially in the Arts He was well versed in his flow. Rhymester for show As the "laureate of American lowlife," how bard he was. An artist A wordsmith A skilled writer A pundit A genius was Henry Charles Bukowski. ___________________________________| Sponsor: Amy Green Contest Name: Idiot or Genius? Entry Date: March 22, 2014 Date Written: March 22, 2014 Motif: Savant...

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“It” embraces “togetherness” Like blemished mascara on a retired call girl “It” would speak in aggressive audible banter, As if crystallized bullhorns were Strapped Onto unwelcome seating arrangements No boundaries. No consideration. No apologies. Yet, their measurement of pride Coagulates into withered centimeters While seducing unscented tulips With impoverished protractors And tattered encyclopedias An unsatisfied square root with no common denominators, Lacking No (re)solutions. Does “it” see colors when they build...

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The crucible savant.. by Steven Hudson (Crucible: A place or situation in which concentrated forces interact to cause or influence change or development. Savant: a person of learning…) Through sleepless, hopeless nights With liquor on breath and dull head Alone and cold in lay, We made our passage to manhood, Many days in suffer and...

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