Backwards Poems

FORWARD EVER, BACKWARDS NEVER

“Forward Ever...Backwards…Never!?!”

With all 
The progress
We made, how
Is it that we’re 
Back to where 
We once were
With oppression?
Did we become 
So comfortable
That we failed
To see what
Was coming
To push us
Back and make America great again?!
How could we have simply missed
The vivid message of Stockholm,
Which, for us, here today, is now
A USA, Oppressor Syndrome?!

An Unseen Tapestry, Woven In Stars Retreating Backwards Into Time

Imagine an alternate universe, one born in the reverse rhythm of our own Big Bang.

In this cosmos, the arrow of time flows backward, not as a regression but as an elegant symmetry, a dance of retreating possibilities.

Galaxies do not expand into the void but instead coalesce, condensing into radiant singularities, the luminous echoes of futures

Law Enforcement Violates Our Constitutional Rights Regularly Now

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

Martha Brae Witch Walking Backwards

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

GOING BACKWARDS

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

Uncertainty

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

Walk backwards

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

Backwards Spells of FEAR Part II

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

Backwards Spells of FEAR Part I

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

This world is backwards

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

A step backwards in the thought process

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

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

Following Arrows Backwards

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

Backwards Boy

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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