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Sentience Poems - Poems about Sentience


Sentience
What if our planet is sentient In ways we don’t understand And we by out actions have Upset events it had planned, Brought forward change By hacking down the trees, And Interfering in many ways That just didn't please. On a body the size of a planet We are just like irritant fleas, Or maybe to be considered As an invasive skin disease. Perhaps a period...

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Categories: sentience, environment, philosophy, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Autumn Sentience
As Autumn approaches, patchwork palettes, sweet sienna sap, and savory seeds augment this flavorful fragrant season, softly cooing to the winds “It’s time, come”...

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Categories: sentience, autumn, color, environment, seasons,
Form: Alliteration



Premium Member Sentient Beings
I hear the breathing during my torpor, rapacious immateriality rustling, ...

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Categories: sentience, anxiety, psychological, science, senses,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Senseless Sentience
Oh, soul! Such glory! Yet such tragedy ... What a splendid canopy! What an incredible tapestry above! An endless and expansive sea of suns! When I look to the stars my heart aches so, It aches with a yearning that will NEVER be sated, A longing far more intense than any other I've known. 200 billion galaxies, each with 200 billion stars of its...

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Categories: sentience, beauty, humanity, universe, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Session 1: Tech Support Notes From the Any Key and Sentience Case
The Almost Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotent Tech God Oisin Session 1: Tech support notes from the “any” key and sentience case “Hello this is Oisin. How may I help you?” Oisin says in his polite business voice. “Oh, mighty tech god Oisin I am glad it is you. This is Fred.” His voice sounded desperate. “I think my...

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Categories: sentience, humor, satire, technology,
Form: Prose



Sentience
Is it a blessing or a curse to know we are born to die? Should we rejoice, be thankful for feeling time's blood passing through our lives, or do we regret our ever aging bodies as skin thins and joints creak like unoiled hinges on a front door of an old house soon abandoned? This knowing, this ever knowing... why is...

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Categories: sentience, allusion, angst, confusion, identity,
Form: Free verse
Artificial Sentience
Artificial Sentience Another bad idea doing a number on the gist of guilt Of nothing new, the same old talking points voodoo Of everything left to prove Of everything left to hide Sides being taken, swilling back another last gasp Zoning in and out, coming to To all those pointed questions: What must be done? Which paradox to run? What will be the...

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Categories: sentience, political
Form: Free verse

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