Reversed Poems - Poems about Reversed

Today I went out into the city with my soul turned inside out, like an old coat reversed, And on streets filled with shadows and lights, people looked at me with curious eyes, As if they had glimpsed a stranger in their own story, a character without purpose, And friends called me, their voices like echoes from a...

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. . . . .God's poiemA *- created foR works of arT in poems and pictureS. . . ....

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Twisted words Far from the truth Spreading like wildfire Quiet, non replying Enemy in disguise Truth shall stand All other words revised Judged in the Promise Land....

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You can go anywhere as someone else, the masks and jesters play invisible to sound and touch the Lords and Creatures pray To rent the future—sell the past, the landlord still unnamed invulnerable to what they sell the real prize still unclaimed To cry out once your voice reversed lone echo at your back the Landed Gentry comes and goes —the crossroads blackest cat (The New Room:...

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In peace she consumes curds and whey Miss Muffet on tuffet will stay The spider retreats While she giggles and eats Now armed with a can of bug spray Author's note: Apologies to mother goose. I never liked the original. I thought it was a destroyer of childhood innocence. Why can't we enjoy what we do without being bothered? I...

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I kissed your cheek in front of them all, and in doing so, I think I damned the both of us. You, to be left crucified and bleeding and paying for my sins. Me, to be left wandering and wanting and never to see your face again. So, I watch Rome fall. We both watch...

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Not reversed Is, all other we think of, a poem, when it has no label, yet? It is, it is always labeled as free verse: Every thought a poem, or with another label and still a poem, but all in another group, then the verse libre, groups of poems with different labels. Thus, "or without an...

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2001 space odysseys 50th anniversary... an anormal film no hollywood fights love triangles or monsters... no thing as absurd possible fiction a reversed reality... was worth a tear all the worlds a stage and we are but some actors... reality silt...

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This is a palandromic poem. That is, it reads exactly the same backwards (letter by letter including the title) ignoring spaces and punctuation. Resumes Reversed I sat in unity—tied am I! Evil I saw is alive, here reviled. As a witness, eyes/irises sold I maybe keep. Oh drat! Sad was I, how alone! I doth self-repel well. Are vomit or...

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Where intellect ends, the spirit begins Capstone reversing —direction within (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)...

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There is many a desire I would not reverse. Making love, and discovering nature first on that list. There is only one that I’m thankful I did! Three times I failed, elusive that mark, again missed! The fourth time of trying finally got rid! Expense, but mainly coughing and the terrible risk. The evil, still out there, most times its...

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Endless the voice… Allowing ye force… Chi your way be… Harmonically… At one ment… No accident… Devil inside… Enoch too… Victory He Knew… Edgar Cayce’s Class… Revisiting the past… Year seven advanced… Love’s true romance… Irresponsible nights… Greatest lustful heights… Hedonistic at its best… Tales similar to rest… Right and wrong… Allowed to go on…...

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*~*Moonbeams*~* ( Nonet / Reversed Mirrored Nonet ) Moonbeams are just wonderful and bright As they spread their beautiful light When moon appears in blue sky In some warm summer nights Just magical like Sparkle that ray Crystal-like Shafts of Light *~* Light Shafts of Crystal-like Sparkles that ray Just magical like In some warm summer nights When moon appears in blue sky As they spread their beautiful light Moonbeams are just wonderful and bright. Dorian...

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On a day like today the harsh Spring wind blows through my hair, as the tree branches sway birds in the distance chirp loudly. I look for a retreat to get away from the cold wind, with my face, the rain meets the birds love this kind of weather. I didn't have a hat wind blows, cold rain drips down my neck, run to house...

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Hindsight is 2020 Foresight is 2016 Michael Tor 9/13/2015...

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