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TonyNoon Jul 13
All this data swirling
running rings around
our fixed viewpoints

We cannot build a box
large enough to store
our misunderstanding

There will not be a day
when it all adds up not
one day it makes sense

Tony Noon
Aaron Mullin Jan 2024
Sipping cerveza with
Beautiful bocce ***** bowling
Through Pacific sands
While the sun tracks into the horizon
Rama Krsna Apr 2022
singularity is
when you hold me tight
on a sapphire night,
magic made
twisted under satin sheets
beneath the nonchalant moon
 
your intent gaze,
cuts through mist of illusion,
gently whispering “detachment”
from a banausic existence
 
love and pain
swell deep inside my fragile body,
as i sink
into the infinity of spacetime,
where the gravity of your love alone
bends my aching heart

© 2022
Space and time fail to confine the inner workings of this extravagant divine.
Kvothe Nov 2020
Stardust complexities
s
       h
i
       m
m
       e
r
out in golden blue.
The exacting clockwork of the cosmos ticks
ponderously
in Kepler seconds.

Chronology here is kept by
the
pendulous
sway
of
planets.

Aeons as minutes.

We are just dust
on the gears.

Galactic flecks,
swept up
in the filigree pirouette of an
astronomical timepiece.
Here, but not here.
Q        .
.        U
A        .
.        N
T         .
.        U
M        .
and fleeting.
Feedback would be great!
Pascal Janssen Sep 2020
Spacetime warps round her,
Moons colliding, suns implode.
Black hole siren song.
Charlie Rose Sep 2020
Eternity of moments and infinity in seconds
Reality of scale with unearthly dimensions beckons
Millisecond memories last for time immemorial
Each minute an eternity and existing not at all
My wild floating neurons leap through the playground of space-time
A nodal universe I swim through with a reasonless rhyme
Depression+anxiety+6 months of quarantine without work or school+significant inebriation=a very interesting perception of time
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
don’t forget ...
by michael r. burch

for Beth

don’t forget to remember
that Space is curved
(like your Heart)
and that even Light is bent
by your Gravity.

The opening lines of my poem were inspired by a famous love poem written by e. e. cummings. Keywords/Tags: cummings, space, curved, forget, remember, heart, light, bent, gravity, space-time



teacher
by michael r. burch, age 17

teacher, take a look at my life,
for it has just begun
and u think that i am “misinformed”
merely because i'm young;

but the truth is often hidden
(what lies lurk behind ur eyes?)
and maybe Puff can tell u
where the Dragon flies.

teacher, take a look at my life:
urs is a dull-edged knife
(the white-hot blade long blunted).
now ur as cold as ice.

still, when u come to class,
act like u know it all,
for if u show insecurity,
surely wee will folderol.

I wrote "teacher" after hearing the song "Old Man" by Neil Young. "Wee" is a pun, not a typo.
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