Short Quantified Poems

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Quantified Affection

If my loves measurable 

then a mathematician 

you will need to calculate 

how much I love you.

Composed 25th April 2017.
7-7-7-5
© Roy Pett  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Dodoitsu


Premium Member Stern Side Up

mesmerized mesmers
quantified qualifiers
nomad nomalies




(Mike stern is a good guitar player 
and was the catalyst for this song.)
Form: Haiku

Premium Member ILLUSIONISTA mantega

ILLUSIONISTA 
virtuoso
  foreshadowing
to
  deceive
    with
perspective
pretensions
in
  highlighted
    actuality
ascribed
by
  the non existent
quantified
  with quadraturistas
art
Form: Didactic

Poems Quantified Horn Limerick

Poems Quantified Horn Limerick

Could be all my poems were quantified
From each outside along with the inside
And after read by a nymph and Nero
Turns out that the total was zero
About writing many poems I had lied.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Good Try

Artificiality Finds Reality
More Than Reality Itself.

Definitely.

Probability Maxed;
No 'Naive' Entanglement
There, Not *Unaware*
I Mean, Knew Ahead...

Quantified...

But I Feel
So MOLECULAR!

-Gray Squirrel

09-19-2026


At Precipice

There was soft
purring. Inviting  but malicious,
when you entered the cave.

A bittersweet encounter.
Quantified. A new dna print
after a cyber attack.

Another turn of the Venus.
The whole world
has never been the same.

Anatomy of violence
was shaping the
future bêtes noires.

Stupid thing, our roots
still commingled with dust
searching the stone-deaf god.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Small But Mighty

It all boils down
From an undermining perspective
Downplayed when quantified
But a starting point
Hardly can you see 
But condenses and precipitate
The collapse of a firm ?
I was a leaking penny 
On various blindspots
Can make or unmake you 
With just a phrase 
And not an edition
I feel liss in your abode 
As you wallow in despair 
Until you become decedent
Latent and rarely apparent 
Don't take me for granted
I am small but mighty

Premium Member Time

I know the mechanics of Time --
easy enough to add and subtract.  
Division a realm we can calculate; 
but, when it comes to continuity, it is 
an age old question -- Our human heart, 
an imperfect perfect example: beats can 
be quantified; but feelings have a strange math
all their own...often outside of
measurable reason.  Having no
consensus on 
                  which 
                       one 
                          can count....

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