Short Biological Poems

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Premium Member Hunger

The body fears as the bag empties biological torture begins as a plea for a re-fill disturbs.
Form: Senryu


Biological Formula

A mathematician once stated to me,
That H-2-O is water you see,
So in a sly whim
I barked back at him
Can you tell me what is K-NINE-P.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Lightning

Lightning
is creative burst
inside a biological cloud
channeled by an ink rod
in which thunderbolts
never strikes twice
on every line

Instinct Is Natural

Biological
                                         one's instinct is natural
                                         cry,laugh,eat and sleep
Form:

Premium Member Affection

One mouth you were given, but two ears
So you would talk half as much as you hear
Remember this biological fact
  ~ and affection you will gain from your peers
Form: Rubai


Premium Member Biological Byte

A glance is enough - She is hot stuff

It is love of a fashion - This steamy passion

She bites off his head - So he is dead

A mantis is born - The next dawn
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Amber - B

her precious pendant harbours a secret biological blueprint pregnant with potential ----------------------------------- (C) John C Michaels, April 2017
Form: Kimo

Premium Member Year Change

The former year takes its last gasp
As earth spins into a New Year
Unaware of advancing nature’s biological clock
While mankind celebrates
Hoping it won’t be their last

Diamante

Parent
Biological, single
Loving,caring,teaching
Nurture, guardian, offspring, juvenile
Growing,playing,crying
Innocent, vulnerable
Children

Sponsor:Joseph May
Contest: Diamante
6/10/19
1st place
Form: Diamante

What Is Life For Me In a Few Words

Life,
natural biological warfare...
 Every day is born
the best and the worst,
this is normal...
life, one eternity
friendship, we desire
or not...
In the fight for life,
I'm a poet...
ego, alter,
not exactly me... !

Capsayicin

If gloom descends; Capsicum appends:
Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens. 
Biological conversion from stagnation to movement. 
Shaman, brother, lover, friend.
Bold holistic resolute. 
Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit.
Form: Ode

Premium Member My True Self Ii-

~experience of energy the substance the subject of molecular biological spiritual constant co inhabitating  myself  my soul in, by flesh the beginning the beginning and ending of God's image spiritual soul~


11/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
Form: Monoku

Inescapable

They altered her name to match with his'. 
They changed her biological parents to avoid interclan. 
Everyone said that it's customary and she has to get down to it. 
She quivered like a withered leaf on a cold winter's night - couldn't escape the chillness.

Premium Member Letters From the Front

We are in Day One of the occupation, having survived the first night; however, in a surprise attack, they employed biological warfare and the defenses are at reduced fighting capacity. Pray for clear skies so we can we wear down their assault capability outside this afternoon!
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Blind Date

Pleased to meet you,
sorry I am late,
I had to take a moment
to check for goo,
and other biological residue.
To scan for
the unsightly stains
of pornographic links,
but it seems
I look the same as ever,
reasonably turned out
for an unadulterated monster
of a human being.

Longish Epitaph

ok I'm not a good poet
and what I do for art
sucks too and
I'm not really 
a poet or an artist at all.
We can get that out of the way.
And what I am is just a guy
who lives here doing some
biological duty, un-
memorable, living with error,
memory of failure, denying
death.

Premium Member Hate Is Like a Vulture Eating Ravaging Rotten Flesh

Hate is a vulture It flies down to eat the dead of prey In and on the desert plains Hunger mounts It's this environmental biological job to cleanse Stinking cotton dead flesh Yum! Carcass Taste Hate
3/4/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Premium Member Alzheimer's

Alzheimer's destroyed mother's mind, her body died.... orphaned thrice I was orphaned at 16 months, when my biological mother died, then when mother was so confused from dementia, I was orphaned again and then the physical body died leaving me completely alone.
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Paradise Connections

The pursuit of erotic
exotic climaxing paradise
is not neurotic
about biological perfection

And almost entirely resilient
and resonant impressions
through sensory neurological connections:

Feeling touch
Smelling taste
Sighting sound
******** directions,
cooperative indiscretions.

Blind Date

Pleased to meet you, sorry I am late, I had to take a moment to check for goo, and other biological residue. To scan for the unsightly stains of pornographic links, but it seems I look the same as ever, reasonably turned out for an unadulterated monster of a human being.

Premium Member Matrescence-

Biological matrescence; Matrescence; Biological genetic; Contributor adoptive; Volunteer surrogate; Endearing caring maternal Terms of Endearment; Mom, Mama Mommy, mom, mum, Mumsy, Ma, Mamacita-mommy ~ Matrescence
5/10/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020

Life Watches

Forget the wall clock,
that does moves you to live
and just in a hurry...
Abhors the wristwatch,
that drives your nerves
to nervousness...
That you  may trigger
your inner times,
with biological certainty
that the authentic watch
of your spirit be a intuitive
 marker that your heart
regulates... !

Premium Member That Bogus Age Thing

That Bogus Age Thing!


Your biological age is only a number!

Your state of mind is how old you really are!

People define themselves as numbers?

Never dreaming they have total control of how 
old they are.


Just something to ponder, as you drive about in 
your car!



                11/7/2019

A Scare Comes Back

I have never been the same, 
after watching, the abandoned

moon, rising gracefully, 
and becoming secular. There 

were no words, no speech;
but a biological war had

started between the shadows, 
like gondolas in the air.

You unexpectedly turn blue.
Somebody had left the bloody footprints.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Half and Half

Is this another metaphor of my half love

Looking at the hourglass never took this long

All the times are ticking, all, even the biological clock

Is this another soul searching journey

Looking at my life with a telescope, just another half lie

Questions that lingers on, gripping like a leech, halfway to my sleep
Form: Verse

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