Gravitational Poems - Poems about Gravitational

Quantum gravity, a dance of dust and light, where dimensions fold and stretch, warped by the weight of stars unseen. Man is a ripple in a cosmic web, a fleeting pulse between the weave of infinite beginnings and forgotten ends. He is the sum of quarks, n electrons splintered shadows of a once-known universe, drifting between the event horizon and the whisper of the void. In...

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The store is a low-level spaceship in a starless lot. The sparsely parked cars have leagues of loneliness between them. No one comes or goes they merely slipstream through a personal invisibility. Beyond the gliding glow of glass doors the anchorless roam between the high stacked and glitter wrapped. Anyone that matters in the daylight is not here, Then he sees her, moons slung from each ear, she with the...

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We should all be thankful as a nation For the phenomenon called “gravitational causation” A strange unknown force Pushing down during intercourse Causing an increase in the birthrate in some locations...

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you upon my lap push inflating while dilating my eyes but you pump my heart it was like a balloon that had swooned out of the factory of loneliness so this different cpr using different lips leaves me a jar with a pop of something coming off or about to so you twist hips a little and let me all pour out without any ceremony my can lids 've been open spilling over your bowl knowing i want you to stir my condensed soup with milk and gravity has nothing to do with my rising balloon...

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Today I feel the pull of gravity on the depth of my depravity There within that cavity resides my anxiety It seeps out of my porosity feeding the insanity I fear the shadowy part that craves my heart In the darkness my eyes dart convinced I’ll be ultimately ripped apart The thoughts and images That reside in me are the splintered bits of my history I can...

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GRAVITATIONAL LOCK You walk the night, and the crazies are there, all of your life you've been living your lie. Everyone knows why the sun goes no where, it just sits there, and it's waiting to die. You will be cold, but your dark is the thing freezing your mind, where no light can be...

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the dependency that ravels the questions and answers to be direct in the nationality of all that pertains to the moment of course and depends on the instructions of the force that enlightens the fracture of disability and to inform the Master achiever what is depended upon in the instant of how to populate the...

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( "Write the truest sentence you know." - F. Scott Fitzgerald ) Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims; fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse, when the sheep alumnus in a mother-in-law seed, animosity-cat tiptoes in the church alchemy, genetic forty-winks sing noun names; brag and blame. Go to the spy picnic early, the heavy earth hides, the shy long-cot swings over...

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Turtle tuning tap. Or a turtle beach. Organisational skills are rife in a sea horn. But duties of a seahorse are to prepare the vast banquets which can spread for many miles over many an ocean floor. Diva divinatory code. Mannequin. A depersonalization of a dragged out pully in a yard brush there lies a...

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A weapon based affiliation is neither a cat cavern or a divided field. Marshals could be described as marshmallows as they are often rounded mush balls. Often a cape is found staring at a calender in a midday glaze. But guidance from sandstorms glow in minds. Entering like breadsticks. Forcibly correcting wrongs in specifies...

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Gravitational Waves occurred every time Einstein misbehaves but with Stephen Hawking they also felt there was simply too much talking....

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Gravitational waves some have put down to Kimbrel, his multiple saves but Oso el Blanco achieved much the same when he took out John Franco....

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Ordered by name, sights and tree trippers the climbing elephants sustain a marvellous wealth of injested missionary window ledges. Whilst eleven fleas are whipping cow excrement vast spectacular visions of a few beetles writhe in beds of silvery waters. It is neither a wishing spoon nor a little fork which breaks an erotic cabbage as...

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It's 4am I grab a discarded magazine off the floor to see if I can count forwards from the release date to see what todays date might be maybe I've forgotten something important like what hike should I go on to see the coolest wildflowers or maybe I should switch my cloaking aura on and walk the streets invisible I could pretend this poem has some merit tho it hardly...

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His morning smile Covers my heart In a thousand grains Of love drenched sand Injected with rays of sun To heat my core His evening smile Like a falling star Against moons reflection Draws me closer To his telescopic view Of my love within Lay...

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