"equilateral" poems
Scalene Triangle: Here no sides or angles are the same.
Isosceles Triangle: Here two sides and angles are same.
Acute Triangle: Here all three angles are less than 90º.
Obtuse Triangle: Here one angle is greater than 90º.
Equilateral Triangle: Here all sides & angles are the same.
Right Triangle: Here one angle is equal to 90º.
And the most common triangle is...
Love Triangle: Here a lover usually cheats on the other.
I unluckily have gotten stuck in all these 7 triangles.
Never deserved to be cheated but still got cheated.
I can not hate them but still, I so often get hated.
And the mathematical triangles only bothered.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
Let's bend at your angles.
Be equilateral at your sides.
I'm an x on your y axis,
And I'm plotting your points.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
FRAMING THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY
It's the little things remain
shadows on your skin
memory preserves it
makes it more precious
despite its
insignificance.
The ephemeral
made permanent.
You all
sunlight and shadow
marking you a tiger
a stripey 5 year old.
"Rrrrr!" you roar
burning bright.
I throw my little tiger
up in the air
catch her years
later.
The sunlight now
in teacher mode
displays an
equilateral triangle
made of
pure light.
Hear her voice of then
still telling me now
"Look...an equatorial triangle!"
And so for ever
it is.
The angle I see her from
changes
the years come and go
and the equatorial triangle
still burns brightly
you my little girl tiger
twisting the sinews
of my heart.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
**The Waning Moon Sits Above Me Waving Goodbye,
The Sky A Deep Blue, Painfully Navy,
Three Stars Form An Equilateral Trinagle,
The Only Ones Left In This Dawn,
The Left Side Of My Torso Whines With Hurt,
Tender From The Ache In My Heart,
The Ventricles Pumping Blood Through My Veins,
Though I Do Not Feel Alive,
My Hair Spins In The Vortex Of 16 Mph Wind,
Winding Around My Body--Kissing My Bruises,
My Chapped Lips Turn Soft,
As The Dimmed Light Of The Stars,
My Ears Deceive Me As I Hear Three Simple Words,
Blended Into The Winding Wind,**
I Love You
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
Cordant! (Heart Shaped)
What shape is a caring heart,
Is it elliptical, as thin as a fragile egg.
Is it thin and breakable.
Is it round as ball of rubber.
Being bounced from pillar to post.
Or does a heart contain a ghost.
A spirit of love once gone.
Maybe it's square around the edges.
Or it just a box of tricks.
Is it a cuboid, devoid of emotion.
Or a triangle may be it.
With all sides equilateral.
Does Pythagoras control the angles.
Where the angels of true love lay.
Sleeping silently through silent nights.
Until the shape of love is right.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
(picture of feindflug's vierte version compact album sleeve not included.)
one day a compact silver,
might be worth more than a 33 1/3,
as tim wonnacott might say:
today’s youth are not into clutter,
they’re moby minimalists;
but i say: what sort of still life
would anyone paint without the clutter
of things, colours people?
i guess modern art is also anti-clutter:
throw in a black rhombus and
you get the end-scale of cubism,
like a single ****** contortion of
block-bulging triangle: a mixture of
them all: equilateral isosceles and scalene
(but not a pythagorean triangle in sight)
on the faces of les demoiselles d'avignon
(the young ladies of avignon) - ripped
off the page and given a whole new canvas.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
How do you make your triangular squares,
Spin into yellow circles?
First they were blue,
And, before I knew,
It, they were fading into pinks,
Unglued.
I've tussled with logic,
Inside of my pocket,
Picking you slowly apart.
Now, I've given in,
That's it - You win.
Poetic - Your soul is an art.
Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
The original dream
Shared a vision of happiness,
Harmonious circumstances
Character witnesses to a life,
That flowed unerringly
Across a landscape
Of perfection.
Then came the descendants;
Other dreams,
Where illusions were introduced
And the landscape underwent
Subtle changes,
Twists and turns
Seemingly random, chaotic eddies
Fractal logic prevailing;
The dream deviated
Always pushing and swelling
At the edge of
Its ever-expanding territory.
Standing anywhere along that edge
One can see a little more or less
Of the horizon
Than at any other position,
Equilateral sight
Into the possibilities
Of the future,
And looking back
A seemingly random path,
And though chaotic
It clearly made sense,
At each individual instant.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
One blacked out kiss
is the equivalent
to my broken heart;
and you were everything
I had always wanted,
but never knew
you were the reason
for my tears in
the bathroom
that night:
I fell for you,
but you did not
let me down easy
--for I can turn you
into lines
of well-versed ink,
but I cannot
make you love me
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
In which triangle box
we have to search
the relation of ours.
For our break up planning
it shall be scalene triangle box.
For my affairs
relationship
it shall be surely
the isosceles triangle.
For my triangle relationship-
me,my wife and my girlfriend
equilateral triangle box
is needed.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC
The Lonliness of that road
Leading to a point
Ending in finality
Finishing quite frank.
It is green and far to be seen
Closed equilateral triangle
Destination, deciduous
Leaf, never to regrow.
Love Mary **
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
the other night,
I dreamed
of walls
bre a k
in
g
down
your grey ghost
gone live
and tsunami relief
washed my being -
held-heart breath,
inhaling deeply
then I
woke, promptly
finding myself alone
roused by TS Emily
at five in the morning
intestinal churn
as rains whipped my window
and I digested it was
not real
but the what-ifling
tapped my still tingling
with essence of other
and I thought, maybe...
so I,
reluctantly,
looked for you
in the sea where
I lost you
and you
were there
...
when dreams
start speaking ether,
underscoring reality,
I start remembering
how I know:
buried wires exist,
decorroding
attuning to united
stately R3EM station
with equilateral antennae
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
I easily confuse your ****** shrapnel with beauty.
When hearing the symmetry in the voice of gods.
That sweet balance of indirect proportionality.
Like sloshing foam trapped in an equilateral cradle.
Your lies always calming me into the ease of this chaos.
All these nights spent in this parking lot.
(You’d don’t know: I’ve been here before)
But now having tasted it, I can’t comprehend how to push back the veil.
And finally getting what I asked for, I can’t take the weight.
This reality sends me begging.
Cowaring in the corner.
Choking on all the variables.
Reneging for my well-worn cross.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
An equilateral triangle of stars
That can only be observed
When two do the work of One
A singular frozen moment
That is understood as
Here, passed, and yet to be
An immaculate reminder
That the shroud is shared
By all things in Her grasp
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC
Everything that came from within, into existence from the light within,
Mapped out and encoded
All that I am.
I am, when I was
back then
Right here
Over there
Up close
At a distance
Far a way
On TV
In a picture
In my drawings
Sculpted in stone
Rendered in 3D
In waves of sound
A Hanging painting
writings of life
All around
360 degrees of information
In every direction
In every corner
An Equilateral Paraliptited octaployed
Moving through every dimension simultaneously
I only needed nothing more the silence to get to really understand
All that I am
Derek Rodarte
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 4:56 AM UTC