Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, January 11, 2021

Poetry Links

More poetry is always good for you.

Burning the Old Year

Letters swallow themselves in seconds.   
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,   
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,   
lists of vegetables, partial poems.   
Orange swirling flame of days,   
so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,   
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.   
I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,   
only the things I didn’t do   
crackle after the blazing dies.

Links to other poetry:






Monday, July 13, 2020

Math Poetry



One day, I'll add some of my own math poetry here. For now, take a look at a few that others have written.

Outlier
by Sabrina Little, Mackintosh Academy, Boulder

The slick pen glides across paper
precisely scraping the ruler’s edge
marking a line beside many lonesome dots
a line of best fit as snug as a sweater.
The slope is a mere fraction, but the line it fabricated would stretch on,
encompassing an infinite amount of graph paper.
As the line traveled, it would pass by many data points
and the wispy voices of the outliers would be heard on the wind
calling to the line from worlds away, asking it to contort
to come and gather the lonely dots, and hold them shaking in its tepid arms
but the line never does.
Instead, it continues on without a sideways glance
forever the same slope
forever the same straight line.

The Number Won
by Austen Mazenko, Cherry Creek High School

Hatred of numbers, a cardinal sin,
Merely encumbers, hides beauty within
Mathematics. In abelian groups, numbers commute,
Their supremacy and distance from zero absolute.
So hear me out, for I’m the mathematical exhorter,
Urging pattern discovery amidst chaos and order.
From noise find the signal, elucidate nice behavior.
Discover zeta’s zeroes, be number theory’s savior.
Appreciate numbers’ divine perpetuity,
Perceiving their secrets with mathy acuity.
In logic, truth, and in algebra, Lie,
In numbers, gold, the irrational phi.
Six is perfect, pi transcendental,
The monstrous moonshine of McKay monumental.
In our physical world, such numbers abound,
Bastions of constancy making reasoning sound.
Since math fields possess unity and division,

It’s the numeral lens that ensures us precision.

x squared + y squared = 1 (if e)
by Chenyu Lin, Colorado Christian University

Ceaseless are the points
Its path does not terminate
Round and round it goes, from the
Central point everything else flows.
Lo and behold, is it a circle? Or more
Enigmatic – like the paths of life? Perhaps both.

References


Saturday, May 2, 2020

雨夜 (Poem)



雨夜

望这不再蔚蓝的天
被漆黑的云影遮盖
看密密麻麻的雨点
欢乐心情也被遮盖
温暖春光渐行渐远
谁知春天也会严寒
谁知雨夜也会心酸

Rain Night (translation)

Watching a sky that’s no longer azure
Covered by the pitch black cloud shadows
Looking at the dense raindrops
Joyous thoughts are also covered
Warm spring light leaves further and further away
Who knew spring can also be bitterly cold?
Who knew a rainy night can also hold sadness

Thursday, August 29, 2019

[Poetry] New book out! Requiem: The Space Between Words


My new book called Requiem: The Space Between Words is now available on Amazon.
The second book of poetry is a collection of poems covering inner space and outer space written by Shen Ge in the years from 2015 to 2019.

Monday, July 8, 2019

[Poetry] Addiction




This viscous, self-perpetuating cycle of prescribed self-abuse,

bleeding from perpetual defeat, I hardly stood a chance to reclaim myself,

when tossed about in the spiraled tempest casting fragmented delightful illusions.

Now, my mind overwhelmed while my shaking hands still unskilled,

I find myself grasping unfamiliar tools – those that can be my anchor.

Hard to dispel these cravings, wandering off within a maze of my own making.

This gloomy fog of darkened thoughts suffocates in the mist of stark isolation,

And other triggers quick to draw me back into depression and addiction.

Resolve and the toolmaker, come guide me and lead me away from this unholy affliction!

Thursday, June 27, 2019

[Poetry] World and I


World and I

I won’t lie.
I have big dreams!
I want to move the world!
I won’t lie.
I let the world push me
In this world, we made way more babies than adults
Sometimes, I feel like I’m growing smaller not bigger
There’s no doubt I’m like a child scared of being alone
I seek solace in the world knowing that people and things do not know who I am
Perhaps they seek solace too in whatever fashion they can find
So who is using who?
Artificial noises are seductive to my ears and I’m lured by worldly Sirens
My ears blister and burn while I leave truth for lies
Counterproductive and life-shortening, I shrink
The days of life dance by day by day – one of so many I think or rather one of so few
Ask me if I’m looking for self-growth and I will tell you that I most certainly am
Ask me if I’m growing and I may tell you that I do not know
But that may be a lie for I know I often recede
Golden time most frivolously frittered with motionless words motionless emotions
The words I say ring hollow to my own ears even while they may inspire others
My shifting moods give me thoughts where I cannot help but think that I may be a lie
Outside, maybe I still shine but within, my fire heart is submerged under the cold water of fear
My soul is as deep as the ocean I think but lost like Atlantis under the waves
I cannot help but feel that I’m sometimes drowning
This frigid silence within may have eclipsed the totality of my sun
I am a student of my own heart and I know what I feel:
I want a white slate to redraw who I am and not just to wait out the grey of every day