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Sometimes I write
A poem that leaves
Feeling naked

So bare that I
Can't help check
Any comment?

I can't keep doing this though!
It's not healthy
It's just
Not

So I turn
Off my
Cell

Phone

Off
Now it is
Off

At least
I think about doing
That but..

I am powerless

I
Am
Too
****
Exposed
Right
Now

Peace I can find
But first
One
Like
One small
Comment to say

"I read your thing"

Yes
They read my
Thing!

And for one
Glorious
Moment

I am not alone in
This hell

Someone
Whoever it may be
Read my

Words

For a moment
A magical moment
A holy instant

You were holding my hand
You were right here
Next to me

I felt you

With me

Sitting

Listening

To me

Thank you
IncholPoem Jan 9
An  artificial  planet
was  being  ready
in  space.



Already  a  sun
was  in  space
which    was
producing  energy  
b­y  Einstein theory.


But   it  is  to  see
the  implementation  of
theory  of  Black  Hole  ­of
Stephen   Hawkins.
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2018
STEPHEN HAWKING PASSED AWAY
A GOLIATH OF MANKIND
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING
WITH AN ADVENTUROUS INQUISITIVE MIND


WITH HIS PASSION FOR SCIENCE
AND HIS LOVE FOR OUT OF SPACE
HIS CONCERN FOR MAN AND THE
EXISTENCE OF THE HUMAN RACE



WITH A HEART OF GOLD
AND A LOVE OF ALL THAT WAS KIND
WITHOUT HIS PRESENCE AMONG US
OUR FUTURE IS HARD TO FIND


HE THOUGHT OF WHAT COULD BE
AND SAW THE STRENGTH IN US ALL
HE HOPED THAT MAN WOULD CARRY ON
BEFORE WE ALL WOULD FALL



STEPHEN HAWKING WILL ALWAYS BE
CLOSE AND NOT TO FAR
FOR HIS SOUL WILL LIVE FOR EVER MORE
IN EVERY SHINING STAR
STEPHEN HAWKING HAS PASSED AWAY A BEAUTIFUL AND INQUISITIVE MIND AND A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING. HIS FASCINATING WONDER ABOUT THE COSMOS AND OUR ROLE IN THE UNIVERSE GAVE HIM A GIFT THAT HE SHARED.

REST IN PEACE
A mind so brilliant
Genius that's consilient
Everyone thought he'd die but he was resilient
But he crafted a legacy that's so transilient
It's almost impossible to match
These hateful comments that he achieved nothing and will go to hell
Don't worry, stay in your thatch
Nobody will remember you there
Nobody will hear your blares
You crafted your own mare
In the name of struggle
Take a deeper look into the mirror after your mouthwash guggle
And tell me what you have accomplished
People won't have time for you're always angry or complaining

In his words he couldn't omit
But he found a way to transmit
Across all ears and minds
Perishing on Einstein's birthday
Such a Genius is hard to find
We'll never be able to replace him
Our race didn't deserve a Man like him
The day felt much more grim
Without his brilliance flying out of the whim
R.I.P Stephen Hawking
E over c2 Mar 2018
A modern day Renaissance Man
Is a scientist who can feel without a theory
Who can theorise without feeling

Seperate,  his emotions and logic lie
But together when needed again

Crafting himself a world that is both beautiful
And efficient


So Einstein's violin let light be made constant
So Hawking's humour let black holes be radiant
So Leonardo's paintings let machines be made

So let my words
My notes
My voice
Lead to the latter
Onto the new
A dedication to the art of science, and a prayer for the future.
aurora kastanias Mar 2018
You were born in the mist
Of a worldwide ****** war,
Shielded in the town of Oxford
No one would have known,

Who came to light
On a random winter’s day,
And would have studied darkness
To humanity’s bewilderment

And science dismay.

Who could have envisaged
A modest run-of-the-mill boy,
Having troubles reading would pass
From studying clocks and radios

To figure how they work,
To later toy with physics
Identify the laws,
Of a universe beginning

With a silent bang.

A singularity unfolding
Ever-expanding space,
Projecting multiverse odds
Stretching theories of strings,

To unfathomable infinity
Countless possibilities.

I fell upon you by hazard
Listening to your alas robotic voice,
Notions of evanescence and chaos
Information lost forevermore,

In deep mystifying black holes
Only to reach the end,
Of an article explaining
The genius you were recognised

Even when you were wrong.

Sustaining a verity
You humbly would recant,
Thirty years later tell the world
Indeed energy survives and is returned,

To cosmos under a radiation
They now call by your name,
For there are no “eternal prisons”
Not in space nor in your wheelchair.

Your alacrity showed humanity so
By flying in a zero gravity zone,
Defying the physics constraining your body
An endless fervent hope, I dare

Share with you. For one day
To travel space and understand
A theory encompassing all,
Started studying cosmology

All because of you.
On Stephen Hawking
Cabbage Mar 2018
It was heard in every place
The tragic loss of a man of thought,
A researcher of time and space,
A down to earth astronaut.

But he wasn’t “down to earth”,
Instead he was quite the opposite
Incredible ideas and theories
A creativity that would never quit
He’d stand on the shoulders of giants
He stands even though he sits.

He’s Superman in a floating space station
And though he lost at quantum chess,
His ideas are heard in every nation
Of a great man, you would expect no less.

So how do we cope you may ask?
How does one recover in a world so weary,
Well surprisingly enough he gave us the answer.
It’s his Hawking Radiation Theory.

Hawking radiation weakens a black hole
But this is more than just celestial entities.
It can describe coping as a whole.
Or instead coping as a hole, you see.
Like his theory, grief diminishes over time.
We learn to move on and remember.
We write the legacy he built in his prime.
And we make a flame from the dying ember.
A flame!
A beacon!
To light the future and radiate through all of creation.
Radiate through all of time!
Now that’s Hawking Radiation.
Stephen Hawking was a man who defied all forces who tried to stop him, including himself! He showed the true potential that people can have and he is one of the reasons why I plan to study Mechanical/Aerospace Engineering. So that I can work with a space agency and live my dream of aiding in research regarding space.  His death was one of the most shocking things I have heard in my life and it spurred me to write this in memory of Stephen William Hawking.
The best figment of the imagination
Is the one where the dreams are actually real
The pessimists line up
Like it's Black Tuesday
To tell you otherwise
Because they've been followed by Pennywise
All their lives
And they can't seem to lose him for good
This poem is a head nod to you, Stephen King. Thanks for being a writer and inspiring us all with your wonderful stories.
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