Short Parabola Poems
Short Parabola Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Parabola by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Parabola by length and keyword.
Arc
arc - parabola
life - our parabolic bow
ends that never meet...
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Categories:
parabola, math, metaphor,
Form:
Haiku
Sunset
burnished band expands
parabola descending
blighting gray shutters...
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Categories:
parabola, nature
Form:
Haiku
Hellish sleep
I think it's getting worse
The visions happen less
Now I don't dream but still
I feel it nonetheless
I feel impending doom
A danger I can't explain
A parabola of needles
A sense of helpless pain
I sit there non-existent
Or at least not of this plain
I try to cry but don't know how
To feel present, much less sane
I sit in utter silence
Longing for screams
In the hell I know when sleeping
That replaces all my dreams....
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Categories:
parabola, anxiety, depression, fear, psychological, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
Imaginary Numbers
Anybody can consider this statement as moot:
Negative real numbers cannot have a square root.
When working with real numbers with values less than zero,
the squared product will be positive; so where do you go?
In a parabola, all points except zero lie above the x-axis.
Many students get confused because of this.
This placed mathematicians in a bit of a quandary.
That was until numbers were invented that are imaginary.
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Categories:
parabola, math,
Form:
Rhyme
Roy G Biv
Here I have something not all of you may know.
It is a mnemonic of the rainbow.
Here are colors of the visible spectrum.
The sun’s rays coming in a continuum.
This is the light shining during the day.
Throughout time, it has been coming our way.
There is red, orange, green, and indigo
as well as, blue, violet, and yellow.
After a rain, we see a parabola.
This is a colorful phenomena.
It is part of nature’s ongoing show.
We’ve witnessed them for as long as we know....
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Categories:
parabola, nature
Form:
Rhyme
"monsieur..."
Loyal… I saw and built the ground
For Journeymen walk the pillars round
A Maypole covered where played the clown
Ring Master stays… and the Rings are sound.
Elegant bows on the trunks of the proud…
Removed for the show and thrown outside
and there in the street a rose petal strides…
Making sweet beats right before our eyes.
”... the Jesus spoke in Parabola
and Parabolic I so told ya…
It’s a reflection of proportion
and a distortion of the Parable.
How dare.able. are we? ...” ;)~...
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Categories:
parabola, faith
Form:
I do not know?