Short Graphs Poems
Short Graphs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Graphs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Graphs by length and keyword.
Nick Cohn
has come up with a theory apparently all his own
all those charts and those graphs
they're really intended to be a source of much needed laughs.
Before Rene Descartes does this world depart
he gives analytic geometry its big head start
from bugs that draw graphs crawling on his ceiling;
as he lies sprawling, sick in bed, reeling.
college statistics
multiplication
heavy calculus
detailed pie charts
elaborate graphs
arithmetic
algebra fun
prealgebra
counting by ten
subtraction
addition
fractions
number
one
Multitude of numbers,
Multiply, add, divide,
Minus, percentage, graphs,
Metres, centimetres,
More trigonometry,
Merge with geometry,
Magic of solving sums.
10.02.2020
For Joseph May's "Pleiades" poetry contest
Phase changes.
Rising trends.
Everywhere we see the data.
Down goes dualism.
I can barely breathe as it is.
Chicken shack children catching their colds.
Table your thoughts inside my many hearts.
Analyze the graphs.
Beckon the elders.
Leer into the ascending values.
Everyone changes the outcome.
Tally marks, bar graphs, pie charts too
Mathematic formulas make me blue
Geometry turns my purple blood cold
The new math makes me feel truly old
Arithmetic word problems are my forte’
When I read them, I say this is okay.
X minus Y may indeed be twenty-three
But please keep modern math away from me
Squiggly lines, short and tall lines. Back in a classroom eating a box lunch with Donna, my attentive husband and other strangers.
—by Poet
pie charts & graphs
nodding
need coke & understanding
flipping
pages & eyelids
nibbling
caffeinated cookie
all
the way through
presentation
Election
Nervously woke early to witness a questionable distraction
Playing my nostalgia as I looked at two color graphs,
Songs I Themed an American Pessimist mix;
Dr. Hook with the freaks
American Pie lyrics
Hard-times with Tyler
American Idiot from Green Day
Helping me feel my roots and love
Decades of low turn-out to millions-in
Deviated numbers effected me but
The shear of the many
…. The beautiful.
The charts and graphs of doom are steep.
Our worries pile up in a heap -
Into our brains it starts to seep -
Indeed, we are in trouble deep.
Will he move fast or slowly creep,
As he, at bay, we hope to keep,
Yet, knowing he will grimly reap?
There will be no one left to weep.
No sir, you will not hear a peep.
The lucky ones die in their sleep.
Epilogue
Then God will gather up his sheep.
They’ll need to carpool in a jeep,
In a traffic jam: beep beep beep beep!
I'm sitting in a class room
not doing what I should be
I'm sitting in the last chair
on the left but don't get scared
I'm charting graphs
and grabbing tasks
from the PC that I hate:
VISTA
Not sure what to say
but the rest of my day
should be glad
and other meteor had
I'm charting graphs
and grabbing tasks
from the PC that I hate-
I wish my Mac was here
I'm graphing tasks
and charting grabs
from the inner part...
...of my mind...
...that I've lost completely
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