Science and Poetry- Together?!

Twinkle twinkle quazi star
Greatest mystery from afar
Far outside the other ones
Brighter than a billion suns
Twinkle twinkle quazi star
How i wonder what you are

Forgot who wrote it though.:(
 
It may have not that much science in it but I like it :)


Designed by three

1

During summer in the sea shore
the warm air ascends
and it blows, in the border,
the well known breeze.

2

This, and nothing else
made Newton fall in love
with the beauty of this world

3

In the ribers of the ocean
the soldiers dead
fell like apples:
Who is the one, I say,
who is this creator of fruits and stars.


L.H. (translation)
 
my favorite:

helium is a noble, strange gas
like the delicate heart
of some people

;)
 
Acids and bases have two different faces
Two different personalites
And if you want to find out what they're all about, then you gotta Learn chemistryyyy!!!

Acids and bases are everywhere,
You put them on salads, they get in the rain
They settle your tummy and clean out your drain

acids and bases have two different faces
two different personalites
and if you want to find out what they're all about, then you gotta learn chemistryyyy!!!

And it goes on and on. I can't remember the entire the entire song.
 
strange angels watch in confusion
as mr. clean
tries in vain/vein
to scrub the
dna encrusted
slop buckets...
hoping to revert/convert
them back
into
their
former
galvinzed/stainless*as in umblemished*
spiritualities.
 
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I have written over 100 science poems with original pictures.

If you are looking for some very good and funny examples you should check out the Physics limmericks. I found them via google and was entertained for hours.
 
The Old Astronomer to his Pupil by Sarah Williams:

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

* Through the Author, Tycho Brahe Speaks *

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you will have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed at the forlorn.
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious wiles!

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
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Reflecting Upon Modern Physics by P.S Walsh:

Upon reflection,
I do not appear to be one of the brightly colored bricks of humanity
that float and jostle for space and place about me.
As they inhale and expand,
I am impelled like a hushed and Gleaming Paste of light,
up and down, in and out of their cubic dimensions,
Cartesian and Galactic.
As they exhale, I expand and slow down
to the millimetric crawl of a glacier
and roll, a paste of sensation,
into each and every gritty abrasion.
As I approach infinite slowness,
The dust of their planation cakes to my skin
Their wounds and fissures expand to infinite size
and the observer and the rest is quantumly caressed
in this embrace of Time and Space,
where I am the mason of Touch and Place.
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