Science Poems & Science Fiction Poetry
#science
Science poems about studying the physical and natural world. Also science fiction poetry about how scientific developments could change our lives in the future.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 1:46am
17th Apr 2025 1:46am
Betelgeuse Orion
There’s a certain quirkiness about quarks
Those particles that are part of every atom
Smaller than what we can identify as small
At the core of all things we could possibly ever fathom
And yet when put together along with other elements
They seem to be the creative factor and driving force
From big stars
to violent worlds
and everything between
Quarks are the smallest beings in the universe
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Those particles that are part of every atom
Smaller than what we can identify as small
At the core of all things we could possibly ever fathom
And yet when put together along with other elements
They seem to be the creative factor and driving force
From big stars
to violent worlds
and everything between
Quarks are the smallest beings in the universe
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69 Total
#astronomy
#science
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 3:40am
12th Apr 2025 3:40am
Conscious
Collections of matter
-- atoms of stardust and dinosaur shit --
that for some obscure reason
(or no reason at all)
have the ability to experience
their own existence.
That's all we are, really.
Maybe this sentience
is imbued upon us
by some Ultimate Sentience
that just wants to
not
be
alone.
Or, maybe it's random physics.
Maybe it just IS.
Does it matter,
this immaterial insight?
Either way, we only get to operate
this meat suit
for a miniscule blink of...
-- atoms of stardust and dinosaur shit --
that for some obscure reason
(or no reason at all)
have the ability to experience
their own existence.
That's all we are, really.
Maybe this sentience
is imbued upon us
by some Ultimate Sentience
that just wants to
not
be
alone.
Or, maybe it's random physics.
Maybe it just IS.
Does it matter,
this immaterial insight?
Either way, we only get to operate
this meat suit
for a miniscule blink of...
#friendship
#myself
#science
107 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 9:48pm
7th Apr 2025 9:48pm
~aromatic anomalies
does your hyperosmic eccentricities
make you an instant sniffer~ dog.. hit
by this an animalistic gifted streak…
or even so better, make you
a uniquely magnifique maverick god
a magical synesthetic
to an esoteric mystique
of whatever vagaries
of aromatic sensations
in an ease of a creative synthesise
to its brusque breakdown rapidities
anything & everything
from those high hanging
exotic ethereal perfumeries
to digging deep underground
an earthen...
make you an instant sniffer~ dog.. hit
by this an animalistic gifted streak…
or even so better, make you
a uniquely magnifique maverick god
a magical synesthetic
to an esoteric mystique
of whatever vagaries
of aromatic sensations
in an ease of a creative synthesise
to its brusque breakdown rapidities
anything & everything
from those high hanging
exotic ethereal perfumeries
to digging deep underground
an earthen...
#conflict
#evolution
#identity
#science
#spiritual
101 reads
2 Comments
Heisenberg68
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 1:43am
7th Apr 2025 1:43am
A New Tune for Tomorrow
In the land where the desert meets destiny’s skies,
Whispers rise from the sands where the future lies,
A vision of minds and machines entwined,
Humanity dances on the edge of the digital mind.
Where brain-computer interfaces map the thoughts untold,
Circuits woven into flesh, futures bold.
The merging of man with the pulse of machines,
In the crucible of the desert, where the new world preens.
Across the earth, under the stars we’ve known,
Potential soars on winds that have grown,
Yet, in this march toward the dawn's bright light,...
Whispers rise from the sands where the future lies,
A vision of minds and machines entwined,
Humanity dances on the edge of the digital mind.
Where brain-computer interfaces map the thoughts untold,
Circuits woven into flesh, futures bold.
The merging of man with the pulse of machines,
In the crucible of the desert, where the new world preens.
Across the earth, under the stars we’ve known,
Potential soars on winds that have grown,
Yet, in this march toward the dawn's bright light,...
#humankind
#science
#technology
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Pishashee
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 10:58pm
2nd Mar 2025 10:58pm
Evergreen Meadow: D-Block Chronicles. Chapters 3 & 4
Chapter 3:
Whispers of Change
The Spring Bloom Festival had passed, leaving Evergreen Meadow revitalized. Yet, a sense of unease lingered.
The D-Block elements, despite their contributions, were still haunted by something deep within.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the meadow, Zinc approached Ironside.
Zinc is a D-Block element, just like the others, and so shares a common background with the rest. Zinc is known for his protective qualities, often used in galvanizing to prevent corrosion; a...
Whispers of Change
The Spring Bloom Festival had passed, leaving Evergreen Meadow revitalized. Yet, a sense of unease lingered.
The D-Block elements, despite their contributions, were still haunted by something deep within.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the meadow, Zinc approached Ironside.
Zinc is a D-Block element, just like the others, and so shares a common background with the rest. Zinc is known for his protective qualities, often used in galvanizing to prevent corrosion; a...
#fiction
#science
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Pishashee
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 10:48pm
9th Feb 2025 10:48pm
This One's For Luck
Element: Sulfer
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
#luck
#science
#sports
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:18pm
6th Feb 2025 1:18pm
Ancestral Roots
I am many things,
A fragment of creation,
Homo sapiens by name,
A species, distant kin to chimpanzees.
A warm-blooded mammal,
Descendant from ancient seas,
Where once protozoa danced—
The first stirrings of life.
I am stardust incarnate,
Forged from the remnants of stars,
Shaped by my father's sperm,
Cradled within my mother's womb.
I was born to a world without deities,
No whispered truths or divine decrees.
I am a fierce lover's only child,
A daughter made whole in sin.
A fragment of creation,
Homo sapiens by name,
A species, distant kin to chimpanzees.
A warm-blooded mammal,
Descendant from ancient seas,
Where once protozoa danced—
The first stirrings of life.
I am stardust incarnate,
Forged from the remnants of stars,
Shaped by my father's sperm,
Cradled within my mother's womb.
I was born to a world without deities,
No whispered truths or divine decrees.
I am a fierce lover's only child,
A daughter made whole in sin.
#atheism
#historical
#science #sex
#science #sex
215 reads
3 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 5:15am
5th Feb 2025 5:15am
Time: Love’s Lie
Time
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
#birds
#lies
#love #science
#love #science
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6 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
Chemistry
The train rattled softly through the Georgia pines, golden hour spilling over fields of cotton like melted butter. I was scribbling equations in a weathered notebook—half-work, half-daydream—when the compartment door slid open.
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
#coffee
#dialogue
#fiction
#luck
#science
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:36pm
1st Feb 2025 8:36pm
Drain Me
Drain me.
Miles of vessels;
Atherosclerosis.
It's the pain I seek.
Lack of hydration that peeks.
Give me the salt so It can bring the water!
Horse piss beer, flavored with lime juice.
Drunk too much, here comes the headache.
Ate an apple,
And it disappeared.
Bloody Mary cocktail,
With herbs and spices,
A little vodka for over kill.
I can feel the hydration,
From salty water.
I can feel the temptation,
Of the beer.
Buy me a salt lick rock,
And endless Shiner Bocks, ...
Miles of vessels;
Atherosclerosis.
It's the pain I seek.
Lack of hydration that peeks.
Give me the salt so It can bring the water!
Horse piss beer, flavored with lime juice.
Drunk too much, here comes the headache.
Ate an apple,
And it disappeared.
Bloody Mary cocktail,
With herbs and spices,
A little vodka for over kill.
I can feel the hydration,
From salty water.
I can feel the temptation,
Of the beer.
Buy me a salt lick rock,
And endless Shiner Bocks, ...
#science
117 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 2:15pm
7th Jan 2025 2:15pm
One Winter In North Wales
The temperature dropped to -19c
I ventured out into it
Dressed like a yeti
There was no wind
Everywhere was frozen, and still
And a strange silence, as if sound had frozen
Then i remembered a science documentary
Where a scientist demonstrated in temperatures the same
As we now had in the village
Firstly throwing a cup of cold water into the air
Then watching as it fell as water to the ground
The part of this demonstration that wowed me
Was when she threw a cup of scalding hot water into the air
As it fell to the ground as snow!...
I ventured out into it
Dressed like a yeti
There was no wind
Everywhere was frozen, and still
And a strange silence, as if sound had frozen
Then i remembered a science documentary
Where a scientist demonstrated in temperatures the same
As we now had in the village
Firstly throwing a cup of cold water into the air
Then watching as it fell as water to the ground
The part of this demonstration that wowed me
Was when she threw a cup of scalding hot water into the air
As it fell to the ground as snow!...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#science
#winter
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Seed
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 2:47pm
3rd Jan 2025 2:47pm
Straight Answer
ANSWER:
It all depends on a lot of variables
like what hemisphere we're in,
the season, night or day,
the line of sight, wind speed and
direction, the fact that all rifles
have a right-handed twist in the barrel,
so, the bullet will eventually drift
to the right over distance.
Then there's the fact that the earth
is not flat, plus the Coriolis effect,
and the earth is spinning on its axis
and rotating around the sun while
orbiting around the center of the galaxy,
and don't forget that we are hurtling through ...
It all depends on a lot of variables
like what hemisphere we're in,
the season, night or day,
the line of sight, wind speed and
direction, the fact that all rifles
have a right-handed twist in the barrel,
so, the bullet will eventually drift
to the right over distance.
Then there's the fact that the earth
is not flat, plus the Coriolis effect,
and the earth is spinning on its axis
and rotating around the sun while
orbiting around the center of the galaxy,
and don't forget that we are hurtling through ...
#confusion
#honesty
#science
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