number poem examples?

A terse poem on numbers – Kevin Halls

Numbers are everywhere

twenty four hours in a day

seven days in one week

thirty one in the month of May.

A number on your front door

and on houses down your road

numbers on your credit card

and also of your postal code.

Numbers called out at Bingo

two fat ladies are number eight

and if your numbers come up

you’ll go home feeling great.

Would you like a cup of tea?

one or two sugars in your cup?

sorry but I have to go now

that’s the end time is up!

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Lucky number 13 – by Kelleyana

Acute power or a mystical virtue?

Not daring to venture further

Became superstitious by token and sign,

Leaving the most positive meanings behind

Ends with a 3 that reminds me of the trinity

A belief that kept within

All good things comes in double,

You’re not alone just behind 1

Together you became 13 an age in certain

Tradition when a boy became a man

Among the many numbers

People pretends you came out the worst

even saying that you are a curse

But besides all others, you came first

Ignorance do hurts,

So they put you behind as a negative sign

Thinking of you makes me enjoy

The intricacies of mental calculates

A million seconds in 13 days,

13 stripes for thirteen states

A Friday 13 in every year

Again let me be a bit humoristic

Since I’m in love with mathematics

For those who calculates well,

Come let me play with your head

Close your eyes using the power of your mind

Pick and choose which power hidden inside you

The clock strike 13 hours, the mind reminds

us that it’s 1 ‘o’ clock,

infact we’re back at the starting block

Since things became a mystery we tend

Not to go beyond our senses

13 is a number that all human share

The 13 major joints in our body

13 lunar cycles in a solar year

And the moon travels 13 degrees across the sky everyday

Making things works in a mysterious way.

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Number Poems Examples

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I will miss the memories made As each day passes by, they fade. Though never enough to be completely erased and forgotten. Only the ones that were truly rotten. I love memories. They belong to me in time. Summertime is prime. ————————————–… ok, I did my best in a few minutes time~ hope it helps~ gl