Thesis Poems - Poems about Thesis

Dear God

The body and spirit are one
They die together and never
They shall return cause they’ve done
Best they could to be gone forever
Dear God, can this be disproved?
I have serious doubts cause you are
Too much of a tradition unmoved
Too much of a strange Eastern Tsar
You judgement please those who hold power
You bring solace to all the rest
I

pre-crastinate

There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.

While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,  
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now.
I’m a planner.

my buffalo

(a holiday vignette)

I’m taking a chunk of my holi-days to work on my thesis (So is Lisa). Without classes we can fully devote our minds to them.
My senior thesis hangs over me, I can’t ignore it.

I banged my funny bone - what even IS a funny bone? My entire arm is tingly and numb.
This song

Counterthesis

When you assert a thesis, you’re well convinced in it
I have a nationality, therefore I exist
Then comes a counterthesis, never to be missed
I skip the nationality, but nonetheless, exist
The opposites appear to be equally compelling 
Which one to choose depends on throwing of the dice
No one will argue or agree with what you’re telling 
You’re

the 15 second hex

I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness.
my generation wants to care less
these days.
it’s a counter-current hack.
we want to be less defined.
we can search and reflect for ourselves.
we’re sick of the emotion
that’s all over everyone’s faces,
the unsightly splotches of opinion.
the entire election machine,
the process of getting there, is smudged.
It’s a curated mess, an advising spin,
an incomprehensible hex:

“Oh

coming to town

Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement.
My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning.
Lisa winced, holding her hand up, as if to block the sun, “You never smile in the morning.”   “And she’s

This heart

This heart is old, it owns no thesis.
 This heart's been broken,
a zillion pieces, coated in chocolate,
sold as Reese's..
This heart still holds the human species.
It laughs with Buddha.
It walks with Jesus..

Mortar's sunderous thesis

.

                        Behind mine rough
                    I heard what only tough
    

Communion Thesis

Does non-verbal communication
sometimes also mean pre-verbal action,
with unlanguaged intuitions
preceding calculating language
LeftBrain labeling and commodifying
objectifying RightBrain subjective feelings
to their logically languaged conclusions?

Does non-violent communication
sometimes also mean pre-violent fortunate
and threateningly unfortunate
critical rhetorical events
pre-compassioned,
positive and negatively impassioning behaviors?

Actively hoping to send
a properly received message,
an effective message
confluent within a not ineffective messenger medium
to build up
or destroy
primal relationships within Earth
and

Thesis About Puzzle and Its Pieces

Thesis About Puzzle and Its Pieces

Prepared thesis about puzzle  with its pieces,
And what happens when each one increases;
Will abound;
Me astound;
My many actions putting together ceases.

Sounds like politics to me at times.

Jim Horn

Strong-Rooted Thesis

I have been reading a rootless thesis:
Lack of commitment to a permanent home
causes depression,
over-commitment to inside claustrophobic voices,
failing deep-rooted immune systems,
obesity,
disassociation,

Fear of outdoor climate pathologies,
un-walled infestations
alien predators
threats to our own ongoing ecopolitical empowerment
too competitively overwhelming
to ever get unstuck
from relentless ruminations
representing financial survival issues,
arguments,
tensions about paying electric bills,
oil bills,
gas bills,
military-industrialized and automated defense bills,
or WWW perpetual

Abstractly Phenomenal Butterfly Thesis

She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically

The Final Thesis

Freedom life as sacrifice
But tell me what's the ending price ?
When most are bound beneath these chains 
And all one sees has gone insane
Shall I entangle engage, within my mind
Mortified's mortgaged morticious 
Eyes whom wish to cast me aside their spells
Melancholy's, projected tears while sounding crimson's rusted 
Bells behind these bars they've bent themselves 
Amid

The Final Thesis

Freedom life and sacrifice

But tell me what's the ending price?

When most are bound beneath these chains....

And all one sees has gone insane

Shall I entangle, engage within my mind

Mortifieds mortgaged morticious eyes 

Whom wish to cast me under their spells 

Of melancholies projected tears....

While sounding crimsons rusted bells

Behind these bars they bent themselves

Amid conceptions misconceived

This tainted

Crop Circle Communion Thesis

Thru a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon
Travellin' thru dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleedin'
Dissecting grey matter doesn't matter in my cathedral
But how can you stand my timberlands in your cerebral
Faces of space probes be scattered thru my mental
Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power
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