Backwards Poems - Poems about Backwards

they swagger in badges hallways of fluorescent lies drag me by the collar into their personal theater of power guns gleam like broken promises questions barked through gritted teeth hands cuffed before words finish justice danced on cold linoleum floors they say order is sacred while stomping the petals of freedom paper walls of our rights tear under boot heels every knock at midnight echoes the guillotine’s whisper we’re...

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Never will I fear a Martha brae witch wearing my bathing suit scraping my slippers trying to force me to drown leaving Martha brae dirt gold dust from the Taino witch eh reeking havoc in America envy fear denial you will forever walking backwards and when you finally stop death the same death of Rasta...

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Stobor, Robots...........Robots who walk backwards...

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Looking back, while looking forward Am I really sate to go Backwards, when I’m going onward Pacing fast and sometime slow One road ends, then goes another Same exactly as the old Where to go to, moving further Do I really have a goal Maybe I’m amnesiac Partly this explains my doubts If the memory I lack Sends me back to same old grounds How...

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Only lovers feel the pain Smoke curtains blow Blood on the wall dries No one leaves tonight He throws her out of his window Who knew her bones were so brittle She lands on her knees Silent bleeding But he is not a bad guy He likes to test gravity With other people’s bodies Loud...

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handing me over through the next door waiting for my fight to give in injections to soothe it all away demons flowing through my veins changing my DNA from careless want to endorphin need purgatory the space between caring and giving up while still holding on to a dream a fantasy another chance pushed farther away mirroring my every fault you can run, but can you hide? quiet...

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so easy to fall, and so hard to break free somehow as a child I knew it was as if they knew my name before I had a clue at 10 reading books about orphans free from the church the dignity of evil nuns silently brought the battle of addiction began without meaning images crept into my head at ten child orphans hooked...

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This world is backwards Yes insanity is real Desensitized from birth But I can still feel. You can see with your eyes But I see with my heart You tell me to finish But never allow me to start You tell me I'm wrong When I know that I'm right You tell me to bow I'd rather fight When will you realize That I refuse...

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Some of us grew up with words that made us think, Words that on the blackboard came alive, To change our lives. The day soon came when pencils were the order of the day, And then that special day when for a fountain pen, we could pay. But those days are gone now I am sad to say, As a photographic...

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A poem back to front It's never done Because Once you start You never stop the fun And stopping just to see What you might do You never know What an author might tell you So listen closely to That which I say Please think about the words I speak each day A poem back to front...

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Back I go retracing steps. Against the tide I must tread, Following the arrows down in reverse. Each arrow head points back to moments gone, To a time before the dawn of days past. The footprints I must retread Lead backwards on the path trod. Heel to toe carefully placed in reverse, To echo the way I felt at each step. To unravel the...

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This is a story about Barry Hunt Who tried to pull off a remarkable stunt He tried a bungee-jump without using a rope He then fell to the ground the silly dope And now his head is turned back to front. He now sees everything from the back Which often leads to a panic attack Because now when he needs a poo And...

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. She never looked mine saddest write Eight yellow Blooming roses Regular roasted coffee With irish cream ...

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Kicking and hitting used to be unusual in a classroom. In many classrooms it is same-oh-same-oh these days. Icy screams that raise hair on your neck are becoming normal. Sadly, parents are not in school to see what is happening. They would be horrified at the behaviors we tolerate. “You are not in trouble” is our mantra, but they should...

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