Short Convection Poems
Short Convection Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Convection by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Convection by length and keyword.
War.
A word of strength and convection
Relation between
The world and passion
The sea bleeds red,
God's new defected creation.
Form:
Thermal air currents in physics are primarily explained by the Second Law of Thermodynamics which states that heat always flows from a hotter to a colder region, causing the warmer air to rise and cooler air to sink, creating convection currents.
A murmuration
Gliding along on thermals
Starlings ascending
As the song of the River cleanses my mind
I am gently caressed by reflection.
And whilst the Sun's touch softly sinks through my skin
I contemplate Our connection.
As the Spirits of air lightly play with my hair
I embrace their loving convection.
While the voice of a robin dances into my heart
and reminds me of all Life's perfection.
Lazy clouds, dark and oozy,
Smother alpine views,
Wet with the residue of
Convection, as autumn
Scrapes the senses.
I love the dancing light,
Landscapes brought to life,
Skies blow by and
Nature yawns, fertile,
Ripe and exhausted.
The womb is full, fetal
Folklore foments us
With bounty, beauty,
Bird songs sung by all,
On the glorious path…
Rising
on convection currents
let the heat waves take you higher
Sunspots on the eye of reason
bright obsessive radiation,
casting shadows on the desert
rippling on the rolling ocean
rise and fall across the mountains
leaning out against the sunset
burning sails on the horizon,
Solar sailors, lost in love.
the turkey was exquisitely browned to perfection
we saw her take it out of an oven marked convection
what is your secret? we asked the baker of the year
I can’t pinpoint it, she said, this grandmother dear
another old lady was irritated with grandma’s win.
She urged me over so the gossiping could begin.
It’s not even cooked, it is raw inside, she reported.
She painted it with acrylics, she deserves to be deported.
Love finger paints amethyst art on my heart
Illuminates life even if times are onyx dark
I wait for such an artist to brighten my days
Sculpting my mind my tongue with what to say
For a gentle nudge of affection inspires my dreams
Sweet as candy convection is why you stick to me
I feel you are the water so blue waving over
Making wet dreams true the shy red bolder
I have met you in my heart perhaps in another life
Somehow I know we are to find us in due time