Short Subtracting Poems

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Premium Member Sum of Those Things-

Those sum of things they just add up! Subtracting them they become missing?

8/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2021
Form: Monoku


Premium Member Waiting In the Wings

They watch, they wait
to see my fate.
never adding nor subtracting
hauntingly and numb.
They wait in the wings
of indifference 
to announce my outcome.

Premium Member The Sums of Distancing

Sums are far Some are near Distances Just doesn't add up Subtracting sums trust
12/22/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020

Premium Member Nothings Not Gained-

If I have not 
Not I have if nothing gain 
In addition to subtracting 
Leaving less leaving nothing else again stil


10/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Form: Grook

Premium Member The Globe

The worlds a globe..' that goes around.'
Globilization 'the ideaology' is only newly
Found, it merely iterates what has always been.' subtracting intelligent anyalisis
To proffer but illusory dreams.'
Form: Rhyme


The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies

Premium Member Haversack Hope

Haversack hopes bring bitter crack
Next to nothing is brought back

Recalled promises all are lacking 
Adding nothing but subtracting 

Public messages are attacking 
Better dreams start retracting

The finish line is protracting 
People gather and start reacting
Form: Rhyme

My Life Is a Buffoon

Bit by bit I build my life 
But it never becomes a structure 
Where I can put my head in rest 
Lay down my soul in peace 
Neither has it become a calculation 
Though I keep adding and subtracting 
 Till date I did the sum   forty times 
Nowhere have I seen any perfection 
Nor any proper displacement of it has been seen 
Only it keeps revolving around
 Like a true buffoon

Lockdown- 29th Day

Remaining paths on the red vermilion
Seeks remedy of imprisoned life zone

Digging out the final residual den for breath
Washes the paths of rest life warning fate

Yet cloudy summer sky starting plough hopes
Will back all joyful times with relative crops

We are all together without anyone lacking
Will return to souvenir field subtracting nCoV-19

23.04.2020 (Chattogram City)

We'Ve Got Issues Too, a Masked Rant

Why do you act like you own me,
be careful,
confidence is an unequal attitude you know,
it can turn you into a violent creature,
questioning not authority, nor yourself,
yet confronting everyone,
with confident paranoid ranting,
star spangled banter,
rocking the boat at any cost,
adding science fiction to fact,
then subtracting desperate tries to turn cog insecurity,
into a star mask.
Form: ABC

The Divided At Heart

You claim to hate math, but you love division;
Subtracting peace with every calculated decision.
You multiply chaos like it's long addition;
And solve for drama with precise precision.

You divide the bond that once made us whole;
Splitting unity just to satisfy your greedy soul.
You can’t balance love if conflict is the lenses you see your vision.
You’ll never find truth in division, till you divide your own illusion.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Poets and Plastic Surgeons

Poets and plastic surgeons-whittling away.
Adding here, subtracting there.
Bandaging a verse or stitching a face.
Trying to make plain into pretty.
Perfection is always just a small slice away.

A masterpiece is what they both seek.

A mountain of trash for every gem.
Cutting and slicing, stretching and trimming.
Seeking the perfect profile or seamless rhyme. 
But they are filling the world with rivers of gibberish 
and mirror-obsessed Frankenstein.

Premium Member Tom, You Shouldn’t Be Here

“Tom, You Shouldn’t Be Here” New Years Day 2017 Miracle Man 10/2/2024 At birth God assigned me an unknown expiration date. God has seen fit to bless me with my date coming late. But an inaudible clock is busy deducting from my earthly time. Subtracting each earthly second God has allotted for my lifetime. I’ve faced serious hurdles that Doctors said were my end. But only God knows the reason He chose my time to extend.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

And This Is the Way...The Way It Goes

I feel the tide
Pulling
And tugging
My heart
My head
My body
Into two

What do I do
Where do I go
When everything's
A choice I have
To make

I feel the seasons
Splitting
And tearing 
My emotions
My thoughts
My actions 
Into four

What to be
Where to flee
From former
Yous and mes

I feel the days 
Dividing 
And subtracting
My hours
My minutes
My life
Into seven

What to know
Where to blow
Away where things
Don't materialize
So easily
Form:

Premium Member A HAIKU MATH QUARTET: POETIC MATH

A HAIKU MATH QUARTET
           (Poetic Math)

                 1.

A Haiku math thought:
Cubing three will equal to
___________ plus _______. 


                2.

Squaring six plus six,
And subtracting five plus five,
Equals _________________.


                3.

Divide one thousand
By one thousand, and you
Get ______ less than _____.


                 4.

Math can be easy,
But thinking is still required;
I think I am ___________
Form: Haiku

The Theory To Understanding Me

Basically I am a self visionary 
Chasing dreams that are dead or unwanted
An illusionist. ......
Subtracting the real from my reality 
I could more or less be chasing rainbows 
I seek to unravel  the mystery within the mystery 
Always forgetting to actually solve the mystery 
Some have come to the understanding that I am insane 
not that I disagree at all
For Einstein was also considered insanely mad.

                                                                _Anthea Ghobede

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