Ice
Pound the ice with your layers of skin,
At the edge of screaming agony,
Forcing the convictions,
Going fuzzy in mind,
Making the blankets,
Bleeding with strictness,
And being better memory.
I try to pause for a moment,
Keeping numbers and letters
In my secrets and concepts.
I always test those ice-breakers
As they are machine-guns of anger.
My lead is my fire, my iron accuses
As the thrift of the pen has occurred.
Already, the small mirror shatters
Along the fiery plane,
Asking us a sanctuary
That bleeds like the heart.
A solver is in dispute,
One-digit numbers bring on
Harmony.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Zero One Slash Seventeen Slash Zero Nine
he does not like to use numbers
and so all his numbers are letters
and all his thoughts in numbers
are written in letters including the
date when his poem is written
making it the very title of the same
and all his emotions are in letters
even though he knows that each
feeling has a corresponding number
and even the colors are numbered
in letters. Blue is the number four.
Nine is class. Forty-seven is pride.
ninety-nine is not perfect and
one hundred is too much for an
old aging man like him who likes
to arrive at zero and then enjoy
his much needed rest. He likes to
be happy and wants to sleep, so he
begins to write, one, two, three, four,
five, six.... and so on and so forth.
autistic savant, they all call him.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
(Heart Still) Shatters
Lie about feeling small
Low about standing up ever tall
For there's nothing like a brawl
Guess heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
For I'm not feeling whole
Only now I don't know wish to crawl
Denial of the love being ever minimal
Guess heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Never wanted you to ignore this plea
Even no golden marquee
Every day passes not feeling free
Guess heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Letting me forget priority
A memory passes over recently
So hurt now but so easily
Guess heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
But now I struggle to even adore
A hope goes out open doors
Left feeling like that of sore
Guess heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
For unsure what's in store
May leave me feeling unsure
Here life isn't yet pure
Guess heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
poem by Rich Downes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Numerical Tyranny
Who conspired
this needless need for
the numbers?
Now we all live in fear of
the numbers
tremble at the feet of
the numbers
live our lives according to the demands of
the numbers
Identify ourselves by
the numbers
we've sold ourselves short with
the numbers
locked ourselves in a cell with
the numbers
no one believes they can escape
the numbers
our status our worth
our health our happiness
all dictated by
the numbers
Who are you?
Are you just another
number?
For if only we could see the truth behind
the numbers:
the truth being
there is only one number
that number is one
and that one stretches on
through infinitude.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Forever
Taste the colours in your mind
You'll see them there not hard to find
Rise upon the chance to gain
Relief beyond a world of pain.
Bring your brothers and sisters hence
Let us climb the fence between dimensions shifting.
So many memories
The memory of a moment
Forever repeating
Forever uplifting
Forever my heart in beating
All time at hand is keeping
But still I lie unsleeping
Unknowing of my cause
Writing letters to god that never I send
Always to pause before 'Amen'
Speak and I will listen
Shimmer and I will glisten
All for a chance to know
One moment beyond the glowing veil.
poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Untitled Manifestations
The mirror that you look shatters when the words that you breathed are conveyed.
The mirror that you look shatters to millions when your eyes are set to the one thing that you cant get.
The mirror that you look shatters to millions when your heart turned black to the things that you assumed incompatible.
The mirror that you look fucking obviously shatters to gazillions when you try to smile beautifully where in reality you are actually tarnished and tainted and with so much more indescribable thoughts on your face from the things that reflected you.
poem by NurWilmy Francis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Coppies
I sit and I hear them,
I see them,
But they sound the same,
They look the same.
I sit and I think about them,
Coppies of the same person,
All the same walk,
Same look,
They're all naive, all ignorant bastards!
I sit and I notice everything,
I notice the sounds,
And I notice the birds,
I notice the screaming of the city,
I notice the blindness of THEM.
I sit and wonder,
When will they see themselves,
In the mirror of the other's faces,
When will they tear eachother into pieces,
When will they remove their fake masks? !
I sit and I see the world,
I see it for what it is,
A great black pit,
Filled with people,
Who are filled with shit!
Oh, when will the great castrophony end,
Mm, when it does the sky's shall cry,
The mountains shall erupt with inevitable anger,
When this happens there will be fire! And then...
Nothing.
I sit and I wait,
For that fire to consume the Earth,
I wait for individuality to explode,
I wait for this firery Hell to engulf their minds,
I wait for their sameness to become different!
I sit and writhe in my own skin,
My heart screaming,
I can't live as one of them,
I shall not live that way,
I would rather slit my own damn throat!
I sit and I crawl in my skin,
As if the agony of America were my own,
And still they remain the same,
I scream, I cut, I rip at their minds,
And they remain the same!
poem by Bethany Maxwell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Numbers..
Numbers are cruel,
When the heart beats ninety per minute,
when pressure is, down very down,
High very high, fluctuating.
Numbers are cruel,
when wearing spectacles,
power can not be adjusted,
must buy a new pair.
Numbers are cruel,
when using Glucometer,
higher the reading,
must control the eating.
Numbers are cruel,
when one has thousand,
sometimes in negatives and
the other has millions.
Numbers are cruel,
when one is young and fresh,
and the other is old and in mess,
bigger the number, wiser.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dear hate...
Dear hate...
Who am i meeting today?
Is it Fury? Rage? Pain?
im hosting Depression, anger,
and you...hate. And sadness...
She came yesturday
and she's been crying ever since.
Was it you? Making her cry?
I felt your wars inside of me,
You and anger,
Batteling ferociously, while
Depression sit's in the corner
Turning all black with his soft whispers of
'you aren't enough! ''
And Sadness sobbed
Which fueled your hate
And fueled angers anger.
Pain and Rage burst in
with a bleeding roar
Pain rests on my heart,
tired from her agony,
She bleeds through,
and, God, how it aches.
Rage joins
Yours and angers battle.
Who will rule my actions?
Who will rule my thoughts?
Who will rule my words?
You, and Depression, seem,
to have stolen my thoughts...Ruler of all.
You send Rage an Pain
to weave into my words
and anger and sadness
flow into my actions
All i hear is roaring, sobbing, agony
buzzing in my ears, words, thoughts,
and all i see when i look into the mirror
is fury swimming
in the eyes of a broken soul,
shattered and unwhole
like if i broke the mirror
watched it splinter into a million pieces,
then sent each piece to a different place,
Would they come back?
No...they would be lost forever,
With the mirror frame
Standing bare and empty,
Containing only memories of what used to be
It's wholeness is gone, and it is lost
And if some pieces did come back,
there would still be cracks,
and missing pieces...unwole.
Fixing the mirror, would be like fixing me
...impossible.
And like that frame, frames emptiness
I do to, except for my basic frame
Which is built from Pain, Depression,
Rage, anger, and you...hate.
Yours forever
Your Captured Soul
poem by Chelsea Pieterse
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Chase
you chase the numbers
and you are at a loss
how can the numbers feel?
you are in a discomfort
in some fits
and not at ease with yourself
because you believe in
numbers and like horses you
want to capture each
with a rope of your
tired imagination
disregard the numbers and begin
to believe in the words
those syllables
even in the simplest form
of the comma,
the period.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Advanced Calculus
Life is a series of reflex responses
That become learned patterns the more we do them
That become equations the more we interpret what we are doing,
And everything in our life can be boiled down to a matrix
Of numbers, coded as experience and stimuli,
And all I want to know is what the last digit is,
What that fraction of numerical meaning might pose,
How I could interpret it and extricate some sort of purpose from it,
But the numbers don't exactly add up to me,
And I was never so good at advanced calculus,
So maybe a chunk of this universal dialect doesn't make sense to me,
Doesn't formulate a language I can readily understand,
But maybe, just maybe, I hope that I might proselytize the date,
And that it might inform me, though so far it hasn't,
Making me more fearful, in fact, afraid of the possibility
That there is no reason to anything at all.
poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Knowledge Of Letters And Numbers
Knowledge of Letters and Numbers
are essentials and EQUIVALENT to EYES;
In those days, say in olden days
the scope of education was very low;
Those people acquired the knowledge
by way of learning numbers to count,
And letters to interact with, in a learned court.
Ref: ThirukkuRaL 392
eNNenpa Enai ezhuththenpa ivviraNtum
kaNNenpa vaazhum uyirkku.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Numerate
To fix on zero as a number has selection
To be run, morality has begun, the collection.
I float with favours, forcing other necessity,
Deceit inclines us to show and tell the absurdity.
To discriminate on the rich is a zero affair,
Poor is one of those votes, one to bear.
Let numbers run, once you bethink the objective,
Both numbers and words connect, it is effective.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When Numbers Get Serious
I have a number in my head
Though I dont know why its there
When numbers get serious
You see their shape everywhere
Dividing and multiplying
Exchanging with ease
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers are easy to please
Take my address
Take my phone
Call me if you can
Heres my address
Heres my phone
Please dont give it to some madman
Hey hey, whoa whoa
Complicated life
Numbers swirling thick and curious
You can cut them with a knife
You can cut them with a knife
Two times two is twenty-two
Four times four is forty-four
When numbers get serious
They leave a mark on your door
Urgent. urgent.
A telephone is ringing in the hallways
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers will speak to us always
That is why a man with numbers
Can put your mind at ease
Weve got numbers by the trillions
Here and overseas
Hey hey, whoa whoa
Look at the stink about japan
All those numbers waiting patiently
Dont you understand?
Dont you understand?
So wrap me
Wrap me
Wrap me do
In the shelter of your arms
I am ever your volunteer
I wont do you any harm
I will love innumerably
You can count on my word
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers
Will always be heard
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers will always be heard
And after all is said and done
And the numbers all come home
The four rolls into three
The three turns into two
And the two becomes a
One
song performed by by Paul Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Things To Come
Washin my brains in the public fountain
Buildin my brains in the shadow of the mountain of glass and steel
Wrap me in your arms again
Ill make you warm again
We can touch the storm again
Tonight tonight tonight
Dont let it break you
Dont let it take you apart
Ill be your lifeline
Ill be your change of heart
Shatter the glass and all the walls between us
Strip your body naked flying dangerous
My love is waiting at the edge of the world
Here we go through the doors again
Here we go round the world
Dont let it scare you
Dont be afraid to start
Ill be your lifeline
Ill be the fire in your heart
Go straight up -- past all numbers -- all numbers
Past god, past mars, past light where there are no numbers
Wrap yourself in a cloak of fire and drive on through
Bathe in the waters of isis hathor
And the light it will amaze you
Just let it take you
Just let it take you away
Ill be your lifeline
Ill be the light of day
Dont let it shake you
Dont let it take you apart
Ill be your lifeline
Ill be your change of heart
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Poem in Maths
Count your blessings, God-given;
Add them one by one, each day;
Subtract your pessimism;
Divide time for all your works;
Multiply your joys in life;
Get success in earthly stay,
By praying to the Lord.
Numbers are infinitesimal;
Numbers are so magical;
Numbers can have decimal;
Numbers rule the modern world.
Numbers are abstract / real;
Numbers can amuse us all;
Numbers are the ‘bricks’ of Maths!
Numberless, world is dismal.
They can count your hair, these days;
They can count the stars, some ways;
Man’s progression in Maths is base,
For putting man on Moon, or Mars?
Numbers make computers work;
Hypotheses form the science;
Integers are wonders too;
A genius in mathematics
Is a MATHEMAGICIAN!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-22-2007
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Natural Numbers
My numbers never ending
Stretching to infinity
But never ever reaching there
And always further off than me
Are those strange transfinite numbers
Whose names sound like some odd code
Like aleph and omega
And, as Mr Godel showed
We need these abstract artefacts
Even if imaginary
To prove all higher theorems
And ensure consistency
But there are further mysteries
That from my numbers do arise
Like never ending decimals
Irrational numbers in disguise
They too are quite invented
Just convenient in use
When my simple natural numbers
Do not serve to make a proof
Oh the mysteries of numbers!
Oh the madness of all that!
When what started off as counting
Becomes higher abstract maths.
poem by David Keig
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A terse poem on numbers
Numbers are everywhere
twenty four hours in a day
seven days in one week
thirty one in the month of May.
A number on your front door
and on houses down your road
numbers on your credit card
and also of your postal code.
Numbers called out at Bingo
two fat ladies are number eight
and if your numbers come up
you'll go home feeling great.
Would you like a cup of tea?
one or two sugars in your cup?
sorry but I have to go now
that's the end time is up!
poem by Kevin Halls
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Phony Calls
Mom and dad are goin out for the evening
And youre stuck inside the house all alone
Thats when you decided it might be fun to harass someone
Dial a random number up on your telephone
You ask if their refrigerator is running
Then you tell em they should go out and catch it
Buddy, if they ever figured out where you were callin em from
Theyd come and bust your head right in with a ratchet
Listen to me
Dont go makin phony calls
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers youre used to
I know that you think its funny drivin folks up the wall
But its really gettin old fast
Little melvin has a natural obsession
Askin for prince albert in a can
He gets a kick each time he makes a collect call
To some guy he doesnt know who lives in japan
Hes callin strangers up at three in the morning
Gives em pizza pie delivery at four
He wont be laughin when theyre tracin his line
One day the phone police will be there at his door
Yo, hear me
Dont go makin phony calls
Only dial the seven-digit numbers youre used to
Swear someday Im gonna yank that phone cord right out from the wall
How long is this phase gonna last?
Come on
Moes bar, whatll ya eat, beat or drink?
Uh, yeah, hello, is mike there? last name rotch.
Hold on. Ill check. mike rotch! mike rotch! hey, has anybody seen mike rotch lately?
Listen to me, you little puke. one of these days, Im going to catch you, and Im going to carve my name on your back with an
Ice pick!
Dont go makin phony calls
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers youre used to
You went through the new york city phone book and prank called em all
Hope that you grow out of this fast
Dont go makin phony calls,
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers youre used to
Betcha think its funny when youre drivin folks right up the wall
But youre just a pain in the aaa....
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Magic of Numbers
The Magic of Numbers—1
How strange it was to hear the furniture being moved around in the apartment upstairs!
I was twenty-six, and you were twenty-two.
The Magic of Numbers—2
You asked me if I wanted to run, but I said no and walked on.
I was nineteen, and you were seven.
The Magic of Numbers—3
Yes, but does X really like us?
We were both twenty-seven.
The Magic of Numbers—4
You look like Jerry Lewis (1950).
The Magic of Numbers—5
Grandfather and grandmother want you to go over to their house for dinner.
They were sixty-nine, and I was two and a half.
The Magic of Numbers—6
One day when I was twenty-nine years old I met you and nothing happened.
The Magic of Numbers—7
No, of course it wasn’t I who came to the library!
Brown eyes, flushed cheeks, brown hair. I was twenty-nine, and you were sixteen.
The Magic of Numbers—8
After we made love one night in Rockport I went outside and kissed the road
I felt so carried away. I was twenty-three, and you were nineteen.
The Magic of Numbers—9
I was twenty-nine, and so were you. We had a very passionate time.
Everything I read turned into a story about you and me, and everything I did was turned into a poem.
“The Magic of Numbers” from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 2006 by Kenneth Koch.
poem by Kenneth Koch
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life Is Like A Number Line
Life Is Like a number Line,
Between negative infinity to positive infinity,
At the middle have that zero,
All are finite numbers,
Zero stands for nothing,
Infinity for everything,
But zero is some how useful,
When it is with numbers on proper side,
Infinity is useless as it engulf all!
Numbers are special on their own,
Some are positives, have mirror images in negatives,
May be integers or fractions,
May be rational or irrational,
Some are real and some are imaginary,
These make number of life complex,
Polynomaials with complex roots,
Or with complex coefficients,
If we take them on XY plane, they act and interact with one another,
Some make us laugh, as we find the answer,
Some brings us to sober, as they remain as mystery!
But life Is not to dimensional,
Multi dimensional it is,
So multidimensional space of life make it wonderful,
A wonder out of reach of all!
But modular sets can draw some with some similarities
If you want to become mathematician,
Learn to play with them, bearing all headache they cause!
Otherwise either multiply all numbers by zero,
And yourself too, become zero,
Or merge all in infinity to wash your dirty hands,
If you want to know what is life,
Become a mathematician to play with numbers,
Life Is nothing but interaction of real with real or real with imaginary, positive with positive,
Negative with negative,
Or positive with negative,
Rational with rational,
irrational with irrational, most of time a rational with irrational,
But noone is perfect like zero among finite,
And no one can't say anything about the infinite!
The Soul is that space on which all numbers play according to the karma and thoughts!
Oops this interactions of numbers is life!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!