Short Derivative Poems
Short Derivative Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Derivative by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Derivative by length and keyword.
Identity
is derivative
of distance
endowed
Space
the Grand Sultan,
its winds
to uncloud
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
nonsense
a reaction surreal
derivative
of reason
imbalance
chaos
before a new order
a rebellion
before compliance
a tower of babel
resolved into
one language
Welcome to the Never Road
where a hooded figure
seems frightening but offers you
sweet wine,
where the good can fly
and the evil wear hooks
on their hands,
as if that's not derivative,
where compassion flies
through the air, a small
very visible spark.
polished
&smooth
fluent
&novel
connect
a derivative
cultivate
the sentimental
romanticise
with
alliteration
accentualate
consonance
&assonance
make
discernible
the
detail
in a
discernible
prosaic
process
cite
the
thoughtful
World of ruse
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Materialism is transitory
Illusory, a derivative of the lacking soul
And its need to attain a truth
Veiled by the belief of mortality
Limitations are a necessity
For the sake of the grand tapestry
Far too infantile are the masses perceptions
An elusive cognitive grasp
No, just too simple
For all the fools misled by the blind
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Interesting.
Jim Horn
Form:
Why all the fuss?
Having trouble with calculus?
When dividing a number that may vary,
it needn't be so scary -
such division, not so primitive,
is called a derivative,
and the inverse of that operation,
a new-fangled multiplication,
which, by storm, is taking the nation,
by the name of integration.
If you disagree, and are disputin',
take it up with Isaac Newton.
They are bilingual,
fluent in a paradoxical
intersection of a line and a cloud.
Each language has a distinct cadence,
a unique inflection.
They can jump over the discontinuity,
the differential between
derivative and derivative,
integral and integral.
They put the rhythm in "logarithm"
and could remove the "can't" from "secant"
if words were defined
at the point of intersection.
Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.
Legislation
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference
Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom
Mandated registration for return
Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth
Circulation of the times
Of America
Objective as Coordinate
RODDENBERRY
Now part of science fiction lore
In a Sixties’ take, one may find
To boldly go, is a split infinitive
Never featured in any derivative
Discovery, into the female mind
Where no man has gone before
His scripts maintain a firm focus
Or did, until he passed in ‘91
But even now, his Foundation
With creativity and imagination
Continues work that has begun
With no StarTrek hocus-pocus
I am not fit
to love or contemplate
the meaning of a
palliative fountainhead
synonymous
with winter longingness
enfolded by
sudden wantonness
of scorched earth
in summer
which stems from
a strength I lack
derivative of vulnerability
exposed to the point of
frigid fragility
being how recently
I supper alone
unable to stomach
such weakness
your absence has shown
to crave our collective
still perfectly fit
What can be said
That hasn't been said?
This: The newness of experience
Of every sentient searcher
In their inability, their complete futility,
Of "staying in"
With the magma buzz beyond the window,
The heat and expanse
Beckoning the poet's aching heart
In the coldest month of Manhattan.
February in New York.
All desires derivative of a single step.
We arrive and splay outward the reckless fit of our passion
As we love and learn
New York.
It really isn’t chocolate;
At least that’s what I’ve read,
But rather a derivative,
Resembling it instead.
A mix of butter, sugar, milk,
Vanilla extract, salt;
Some people wouldn’t choose it
Except maybe by default.
But surely there are others
Who, like me, just like the taste,
Although, above dark bittersweet,
It never will be placed.
Still, there are some occasions
When I yearn for something sweet
And a bit of ivory chocolate
Is what I most want to eat.
Delete your voice
(Meaningless words)
They echo throughout time
Copy and pasted
From your beating heart
To be plastered
On flat paper
{A damaged soul}
Could enter this equation
If you delete the shortcuts
You placed
All over your Desktop
The derivative narrative of my lines
[Reminds]you[of]something[else]
If only you could
See past the haze of your screen saver
The world = A better place
When the power of love
Is stronger
Than the love of power