Short Sensors Poems
Short Sensors Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sensors by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sensors by length and keyword.
Don’t ever doubt their unwavering loyalty,
Omnipresent in their prolific pedigree,
Gifted with smell sensors acting sharply.
Mind of a hurricane. Sensors of a hawk. Eyes of a eagle and heart of a lion. Protect the pack with every breath you have. Human or animal my love is the same. Spirit is my soul. Wild Heart is my name.
Form:
Eau de vie in flavor
Epicurean rich
Edible poetry
Entree aptly described
Exciting the taste buds
Egg cream tongues the sensors
Exclamation sublime
10/21/2020
Joseph May’s Pleiades 3
butterflies flutter in your eyes
breathtaking
the blue leads round like a pool
color navy
soft and sensors
like lovemaking
blue jean, moonbeam, my baby -
and the sound of a million lies in the voice of just one
you're the one
the one who serenades under the sun
like Tennessee moonshine
that sound is so fine
blue jean, moonbeam, my baby.
My ground is pretty solid
My statement is really worth
I many inadequacies foiled
I really respect force
I am mightly explicit weapon
The credit of AF defense
My engines your brain boil
I am drone that distills essence
My electronics prone to tectonics
My sensors a lot sense
Use power of sonics
The diligent phonies
Physics of cyber dense
Blooma Pie
Humble Slice,
Nimble Listener,
Blooma’s a wonder,
Aishes Chayil!
Middos Thrice Nice,
Her Yiddish Kopf is Wiser,
Avoids Goyish Blunder,
She heaves a sigh,
At ridiculous whys,
Her insights are glisteners,
Chaim’s warm summer,
Is sum of Blooma’s “Pi”,
Her humor disguised,
By her whimsical muse sensors,
“Bli” Blooma, Bummer!
“Cum” Blooma, Pecan Pie!
Subject and object
Connected by awareness
Earth vehicle sensors detect
Deep underlying interconnectedness
Over time subject and object merge
When object chooses to vaporise
Tranquil calm within bliss surge
Vibrant in offered surprise
The journey continues
In its upward swinging arc
As self luminescence renews
Merging by melting into love stark
12-January-2021
23.5 Degrees
On Earth Axis – Tilt – Trajectory
… Prevents Drastic Climate-Changes
And Dangerous Tide Tsunamis
Tilt…
Motion-Sensors Are Going Off
Tilt…
Scientists, May Your Voice Be Soft
G34-B… See
This was Done for You and Me
Tilt…
Oh, The Genius of Genesis, Which God Built
Tilt…
Shows We All Should Just Take The Time to …
If there was a suit
A suit of sensors
Aware of your actions
Following your mind, your movements
A jeopardy suit
That killed you with a lethal injection
When an imaginary galleon hit you with cannon fire
Or you clipped a stealth fighter’s wings with your own
Or crashed your tank in an ambush
Would you wear it?
Would you wear the jeopardy suit?
Are you already wearing the jeopardy suit?
Sound and motion sensors in our homes,
Sensors wherever we roam,
Tracking devices and sensors on our cars,
Sensors staring at us while we watch Hollywood Stars,
Our words and privacy have become exploited and
sensored to death,
conveniently sensors are never around when people are struggling
for a breath,
Confidentiality as we know it, has died and gone away,
Our lives have become fodder for the sinful.......
Form:
Already down, he has presented with yet another sign
moving away from life, this body is drunk with bad wine
health indicators and physical sensors no more stay in line
abilities and strength together cannot dine
the task to awaken this life is now mine
tests and pricks, protocols already reaching nine
administering correctly the much needed vine
with God on my side, this helpless being is now fine.
Blue Wine
Oh, a night alone, slept
I woke up. See the glass
Dark lights in my room
Wooden fireplace light
Red wine in the glass
Why neon blue light?
Can you imagine it?
Can you imagine it?
Blue is my wine
Sign of a mind
Hmm. Optical illusion
Sensors of eyes’s lives
Dark
Dark
Dark light
Light dark
Blue is red
Red is blue
The
Blood
This is
The original
Sign
Of Blue
Live of
Life
God had with his finest sensors
Picked the edifice and its sponsors,
Then surfaced to have it videoed.
What angels could have Him radioed!
God,all along Himself radar,
Knew what to do to Man's ladder
And bombs can throw to burst bladder...
Bur-no!-He is always father:
Should God not be man's guide rather?
Men should only sparsely gather,
Save in streams with soaps that lather
No exceptions—Blast Men's Cadre!
And so the Tower kissed Nadir...
All of the joys
Of chocolate…
Delightful pleasure
of tiny secretions
that excites taste.
Releasing mounds of
Milky darkness…
An assortment of
Overindulgence,
A savory variety of
Irresistible explosions
And heavenly bliss…
Layers of richness
That taunts sensors to
Recall succulent memories
Of indelible guilt,
An insatiable desire
To spawn a gluttonous
Compromise…
Hers is Godiva,
Deep chocolaty inner dream-
Deliciously black coated
Vanilla cream...