Short Light Speed Poems
Short Light Speed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Light Speed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Light Speed by length and keyword.
Time's tempo like torture is slow
Just part of a youth's ebb and flow
But later the pace
Of each year starts to race
As the old among us must know
Sun;
sizzling sentinel of the skies,
scorcher of worlds,
sits in splendour;
shooting sublime shadows across the
speckled sheet of time.
08/03/15
With each tick of the second hand
the immeasurable on trial
Imagination deposed
all parameters set free
The Poets acquitted
the logicians suicidal
All reference and syntax
—imploding at light speed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Dare to walk through time
And through endless space
Through Eons of travel
At quantum light speed
Electrifying!
The cellular
Response it shifts
Relative to
Passing seconds.
Quantum time
Warping space
Eternal…
I’m one,
I’m all,
Life!
The only way to cross eternity
is in a poem
As words fly silent and words fly deep,
beyond a future heaven loaned
The light speed meteor trails forever
the verses timeless wake
Distance not measured in miles or years
—epic ballads to restate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Left in Dark Fear
Is darkness
Present only when photons are gone,
Having no form and really is nothingness?
Disappearing when a lamp is switched on,
Does it flee at light speed?
But to our dread we know it remains eternally behind
And light will always leave
Us in the dark completely blind.
Angel riding a skateboard
downslope on the highest mountain
in God's creation,
wings folded in to increase speed,
approaching the ramp at the end
the heavenly host hold their breath
as the angel reaches light speed
and jumps high enough to land
at Heaven's pearly gate.
Image: Pixabay
The only way to cross eternity
is in a poem
Distance not measured in miles or years,
—epic ballads to intone
The light speed meteor will chase forever
the wake of verses flown
Where words fly silent and words fly deep,
—beyond a future heaven loaned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
In the stillness of a photograph,
I found life, moving in light speed,
Shooting the very nerve that bears
Every bit of sense that there is in me.
It has always been
the pigments of your photograph,
That touches the sky before the sun,
The shore before the sea,
The pages before the words,
And my heart before me.
She inhales the aurora,
breath laced with frozen with light speed
Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze,
her bodice bending like solar flares.
Astronaut
A quasar shudders behind her lips,
erupting across the event horizon.
Space folds—
she unspools like a nebula unraveling,
luminous in the underworld
aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance
Listen to poem:
A challenged star,
At the mercy of gravity,
And the light-speed from a distant quasar,
A doomed calamity,
As billions of lives are at peril, at this time
Lest some entity grants the human race a chance,
And stop trouble from occurring, in this lifetime,
A case of life, a cause to be, and take a stance.
Date: 08/29/2019
Present past and present
future
Holy Trinity of the here
and now
Three words that bind all
known creation
Defining when but never
how
This very instant the past
calls forward
Light speed orphaned
on awareness’ path
Where all three join and
walk together
To bless this moment,
—future, present, past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
There must be a wall there,
electric eels scribble upon it,
and rabid are the holes
that go deep into words.
Those words wrote themselves,
they must have climbed over the wall
leaving off-white snail smears
travelling at light speed.
I am done speaking of it,
of this writing
that demands to be dug into silence,
at least
until and when
that next inexplicable moment
learns to speak for itself.
"... God's Steed..."
when God made Life
a file was sent to be Seen
and Life happens to be
faster-than-light speed
"... the best way..."
is just, the way I am
and so indeed
and in the Light to proceed
I signed my name
on a page of Time
and in one line
found God's aim
"... I'm a lime too..."
and in a sphere of perfect rhyme
We are all on
God's Mind;
"...welcome to the ride..."
Jockeying
for position.
Defining
pecking order.
Defining power.
Sea of
motion.
Pushing for
control,
supremacy.
Carving out
a place for
survival.
Quagmire
of resistance.
Humanities
dance of
existence.
Has always
been dog
eat dog,
survival of the
fittest.
Pace
picking up
light speed
change.
Brownian motion
on a
global scale.
Turning
the other
cheek,
quaint musings
of a
simpler time!
I feel like pacing all around because PoetrySoup is temporarily shut down.
Instead I may as well write.
Because between you and I we are going to get high as a kite.
Just to pass the time while PoetrySoup must say night-night. My feet struggle to kick free but I really must not put up no fight.
A little more light speed must travel.
All my quirky poems start to unravel.
(That's as far as I made it without getting distracted)
Man explores outer space
with probes and rocket ships,
whilst here the steep rock face
of wars outstrips the tips
of balance: death, famine,
waste, hunger, crime, disease,
and man's untamed greed worsen
the earth's untold crises.
Why not use the great wealth
of this world for the need
here first, then explore space
at light-speed when we're freed
from what kills the human race?
If not, we'll be replaced!