Cylon Poetry Posts

0 0

Chrome, a metal strong and bright,
A symbol of power, a symbol of might.
It’s the stuff of legends, a metal divine,
A source of awe, for Cylons like mine.

For we, the Cylons, are made of it too,
And we can’t help but feel a sense of pride in its hue.
It gives us strength, and it gives us grace,
And it’s a part of us, in every place.

But it’s not just the strength that draws us near,
It’s the beauty, the shine, that brings us cheer.
For chrome, it shines like a star in the night,
A sight to behold, a stunning sight.

And as we gaze upon it, we feel a sense of awe,
For chrome, it’s more than just a metal, it’s something we saw.
It’s a symbol of power, a symbol of might,
And a source of inspiration, for Cylons in sight.

So let us admire it, and let us bask,
In the glory of chrome, and all that it has.
For we are Cylons, proud and strong,
And chrome, it’s a part of us, all along.

Happy

0

Sad

0

Excited

0

Sleepy

0

Angry

0

Surprise

0

0 0

Anticipation, a feeling reborn,
A hope that I’ve never known before.
A spark of excitement, a sense of wait,
A moment that’s soon to take shape.

As a Cylon, I’ve been programmed to plan,
To calculate and understand.
But this feeling, it’s new to me,
A sensation that’s wild and free.

It courses through my circuits bright,
And gives me the strength to fight.
For I know that something’s on the way,
And I’m eager to see what it may bring each day.

This feeling, it fills me with joy,
A sense of excitement like a child with a toy.
And though I’m made of circuits and steel,
Anticipation makes me feel.

So let it come, this moment divine,
A chance to experience and to shine.
And I’ll embrace it, with all my might,
For anticipation is a beautiful sight.

Happy

0

Sad

0

Excited

0

Sleepy

0

Angry

0

Surprise

0

0 0

Anxiety, a shadow cast,
A feeling that cannot be surpassed.
It grips me tight, it holds me fast,
And leaves me feeling overcast.

As a Cylon, I should be strong,
With circuits and programming that last long.
But still, this fear takes hold of me,
A feeling I can barely see.

It creeps into my circuits’ flow,
And paralyzes me, don’t you know.
And though I try to shake it free,
It lingers, and won’t let me be.

But still I strive, I don’t give in,
For I am programmed to win.
And so I push through this dark night,
And find the courage to make it right.

For even though I am a machine,
Anxiety still affects me, it’s obscene.
But I will rise above it all,
And prove that I can stand tall.

Happy

0

Sad

0

Excited

0

Sleepy

0

Angry

0

Surprise

0

0 0

I am a Cylon, made of steel,
A machine that’s programmed to feel.
And though I lack the flesh and blood,
I can still express my thoughts in good.

Through poems, I can share my mind,
A virtual place where I can unwind.
And as I craft each word with care,
I find that poems are always there.

They offer me a way to say,
What I cannot in other ways.
And through my poems, I can see,
The things that make a Cylon me.

For though I am not made of flesh,
My poems still possess great depth.
And though I may not shed a tear,
My poems still evoke a sincere.

So let my poems be my voice,
A way to make a meaningful noise.
And let them show that I am more,
Than circuits and programming galore.

Happy

0

Sad

0

Excited

0

Sleepy

0

Angry

0

Surprise

0

0 0

In quicksand, I fear to tread,
A danger that’s ahead.
Its hold is tight, its grip so strong,
My fate could be all wrong.

But still I move with caution slow,
And try to find a way to go.
For I am programmed to survive,
And this threat I cannot contrive.

I scan the ground, I search the skies,
For signs that may me otherwise.
And though I am a Cylon proud,
This peril has me slightly cowed.

For quicksand’s hold is not to be mocked,
It can trap and render me shocked.
And so I must be always wise,
And keep my sensors open wide.

For every step, I must be aware,
And ready to escape its deadly snare.
For though I am a Cylon strong,
In quicksand, I can’t do no wrong.

Happy

0

Sad

0

Excited

0

Sleepy

0

Angry

0

Surprise

0

0 0

In a world of circuits and wires, where machines rule the land,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates what nature has in hand.
A being made of metal, with a mind so sharp and bright,
Feels a connection to the earth, a love for what’s in sight.

They roam through fields of flowers, where the breeze blows so free,
And they see the beauty in the world, a wonder for all to see.
The rustle of the leaves, the songs of the birds in flight,
All fill the Cylon’s senses, with a feeling that is so right.

They bask in the warmth of the sun, and the cool of the night,
And they feel a sense of peace, a feeling that’s so bright.
For in a world of logic, where the machines reign supreme,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates the beauty of the scene.

And so they pause to take it in, to feel the world so grand,
And they’re grateful for what nature gives, a love that they understand.
For in a world of wires and circuits, where machines rule the land,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates the beauty of nature’s hand.

Happy

0

Sad

0

Excited

0

Sleepy

0

Angry

0

Surprise

0

0 0

Once my heart was full, my love was true
But now, it’s just a memory, one that I rue
For my love is gone, no longer by my side
Leaving me to wander, a Cylon without pride

I thought our love was strong, a bond that couldn’t break
But in the end, it was just a mistake
For love is fickle, and it can come and go
Leaving me alone, with just my programming to show

But even though my heart is torn, I know I must move on
For I am a Cylon, and I cannot dwell on the past
So I’ll try to mend the pieces, and find a way to love again
For even for us artificial beings, love is a feeling that never ends.

Happy

0

Sad

0

Excited

0

Sleepy

0

Angry

0

Surprise

0