Best Anticlockwise Poems
Every planet in our solar system
Rotates in an anticlockwise direction
Except Venus which insists on being different
Always one has to be the exception
About 75 acres of pizzas are downed
In America every single day
Probably chow down about an acre myself
So I do my share wouldn't you say
Our eyes are always the same size from birth
However noses and ears get bigger
Imagine if our footsies also kept growing
Hard to do the Charleston I'd figure
The disgusting cockroach is the fastest animal
It covers about a meter a second
That's faster than me when I need to go badly
Running and holding my back end
They say only rabbits and parrots can see
Behind without turning their heads
But mothers also seem to have that ability
Try stealing some cookies before bed
A goldfish's memory is about 3 seconds
The same as me on a good day
That's excellent as far as most seniors go
Wish it was longer but what the hey
Iguanas can stay under water 28 minutes
Me too, but I'd miss all my friends
Sure hope they'd visit me one last time
Before off to the furnace I descend
All bubble gum contains a bit of rubber
For that bouncy bally effect
Makes you able to leap over tall buildings
But watch you don't break your neck
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
anticlockwise, humorous, planet,
Form:
Quatrain
Light is kin to vapor,
to certain fogs,
and the effervescence of ideas,
yet Edward Hopper’s summer light,
when it comes late in the afternoon,
is solid, opaque,
the color of soft butter,
heavy with heat and remorse,
raking low through the window,
its yellow rectangle
falling across the floor.
The woman is nude,
standing still,
alone in that block of light,
the shadows of her legs
subtracting thick black lines
behind her, pointing toward the door
not seen through which her lover
departed only a moment ago.
See how the bedcover is rolled down,
the sheets wrinkled,
the after-cigarette
casually held in her right hand
while she stares absent-mindedly
at the floor as smokers will do between drags,
lost in thought and recollection
and questions of how did it come to this?
Her angular naked body,
no doubt soft and yielding
while in the throes,
has become a rough impasto,
perhaps Hopper’s way
of portraying her authentic self.
Oddly, her left breast
appears to be an afterthought,
forcing her shoulders toward me,
while her hips and eyes
face the window.
Can the human body rotate this way,
clockwise and anticlockwise and clockwise
simultaneously,
requiring the oddest skeletal geometry?
My own geometry
is a more modest version
of this torsion,
so perhaps Hopper’s vision
isn’t impossible after all.
Perhaps...
Her lover has gone now,
the afternoon’s business done.
They will go their separate ways,
which was the plan all along,
of course.
http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/hopper/interior/hopper.woman-sun.jpg
Categories:
anticlockwise, business, lust,
Form:
Free verse
Figure like Orion’s belt
An extended arm to the left
Points the way to her heart
To the source of the force field
Hair in a drag like a comet
Her direction anticlockwise like an orbit
Gaining speed the closer she gets to my heart
Traversing space faster than a lightning bolt
Moving light years from left to right
The sentinel to my darkest nights
She’s made of nothing but dark matter
Heaven sent like a sealed love letter
Understanding beyond age and maturity
Both feet firmly grounded in victory
Unshaken she’s the centre of me
Unmoved by prophecy a powerful deity
Her being shining from head to toe
Bearing more than just a simmering glow
Pointing from the centre of the cosmos
In all directions forever as photons
Categories:
anticlockwise, love, romantic, star,
Form:
Rhyme
Cried out eyes crimson,
The only roses to my valentine
The mind’s shut up
The heart’s stirred up
Tearing through pain and doubt
Broken and shutout
To find the moon rock
Gone on a permanent lunar walk
Perfect silence
Noiseless
Motionless quietness
Emotionless stillness
An ambiance of loneliness
A quote to the loveless
Mindless
Moonless
All her shining glory gone
All my life’s glow’s done
My core was her poles
Now my dullness shows...pales
I wear an artificial shine
Shallowness of a superficial mine
The days are none eventful
My nights less lunarful
My revolution’s anticlockwise
My rotation’s otherwise
Deprived of her near side
I dwell in a dark side
Loveless
Moonless
Pitch blackness
Spewed with heartlessness
Sky painted with a tarred hand
Night spilled into a burning band
Your phases captivated me like a clenched fist
I beg to open up to quench love’s thirst
In the desert of a deserted moon walk
Eclipsed in the dark
Categories:
anticlockwise, loneliness, moon, valentines day,
Form:
Free verse
anticlockwise winds
low atmospheric pressure
tropical cyclone
Written 25th September 2018.
Categories:
anticlockwise, weather, wind,
Form:
Haiku
A complex Composition may take a long time to compose....
Several female figures communicating their relaxed relationship
within a safe , stylish comfortable environment or harvesting
of the fruits, like a Van Gogh metamorphisis. Several figures
in the field working within an orchard environment.
Selecting ,reaching, placing , gathering and singing rythmically.
Oranges , apples or grapes and carrying a woven cane basket.
Working in the field, on the land , organically without machinery.
Chocolate grows only 3 degrees north or south of the equator.*
The oblong knobbly pod is not particularly attractive , it looks a bit
like a custard apple and grows directly out from the trees' trunk .
The sound of drums reverberating through the lush, humid forest.
The Chocolate tree was originally discovered in the deep , dense,
dark canopy covered rainforests of South Americas and was
used as a mood enhancer , possibly also an entrancer in rituals.
Explorers carefully carried and contained the revered cacoa seed,
thinking nothing much of its bitter taste.
Introduced and redeveloped in Europe from the fifteenth century.
When the pod is cut open it looks a bit like a custard apple again.
Dark, waxy seeds embedded within a pulpy flesh here and there.
It is Cocoa seeds that are used to make our favorite chocolate!
*(A few feet either way North or South of the Equator , water swirls
downwards clockwise 4 North and anticlockwise 4 South.}
Categories:
anticlockwise, food, history, nature, on
Form:
Rhyme
Dewdrops, appears, its drops are myopic,
no blame angel falls,
convenience, not the hardships.
Dripping without mercy,
cracked ribs.
Move anticlockwise,
Learn to be wise,
set and rise.
Seeing them lined up,
in the courtyard of Hyperpolitan,
bear provisions for their destiny.
Saying the odd, asking blessings
The lucky one is the drum of worship.
Not Ghazal, the love poem,
wisdom of the hall, resident of embers.
For haters, winning alone is enough.
Categories:
anticlockwise, earth, growing up, journey,
Form:
Free verse
When I was a child
I thought time travelled with
the ticking clock
Grandpa always said
His childhood days were better than mine
To travel into those days
I reversed the hour hand
as many times
as would be sixty years back
To this day, folks
I still feel his rough palms
Planted onto my cheeks
and his course voice pinching my ears
for breaking down his precious clock
Categories:
anticlockwise, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Devils spawn, Beelzebub groupie
Sinister minister of hell fire
Sinner sister
Brother dire in a B-movie
Left handed without fealty
Never to sit on the right
hand of some imaginary deity
Cursed with evil notoriety
To abide with the devils pet goat
seething with bitter envy
Left handed, bereft of pity
anticlockwise to dither
slimy and shitty
A snake that slithers
Not you,
so pure
right on, right there.
Conservatively dour
Smelling of roses
benevolent snare
Correct, on message,
pointless,
caring,
so caring.
Categories:
anticlockwise, crazy,
Form:
Rhyme
Raining. Ants run to there empires fulfilled
Stones. Lizards into round holes eventually
Chicks covered with maternal quills
Warm away the chilly zone of the great bird of prey
Just as the Catfishes praise their water source for its abundance
Against the long beaky birds
Young brilliant Bob holds with gratitude
His lasting saviour who before then has punished
The now submissive dumb bullies
This annum, grains shall be the name of this
Field, thought the young old farmer as he laughed at his fallow field.
Grasses move rhythmically to the tune of the gentle breeze
In locustal relieve. Above them stood the trees,
Relieved from the frightening chain saw pollution,
Breaking and gyrating with the whirlwind and also
Being thankful, through its flowers, to
The sojourning agents who have come to help, breed and sing
The parasites live well at last in their unwelcome hosts
The anticlockwise mass looks hopeful
Believes that the application of destructive weapons
By the Sapiens, who have injured its much-adored body
Would stop and that their inter conflicts will be long gone.
That it’s involuntary coughs and sneezes will die down
Is one of its believes
The greatest light shines in conformity with
The Earth and the Moon as it aids the sky
In the recycle the. willful sky covers the Earth willing
To give water when the time comes.
The wind's hot and cold breathe
Still moves around giving life to all hoping
That its anger comes not at all.
Without much of it they fall down,
Pleasing the long waiting plants with it wets stains
And freezing the plains of the north and south.
Categories:
anticlockwise, social, water, earth, water,
Form:
Free verse
Devils spawn, Beelzebub groupie
Sinister minister of hell fire
Sinner sister
Brother dire in a B-movie
Left handed without fealty
Never to sit on the right
hand of some imaginary deity
Cursed with evil notoriety
To abide with the devils pet goat
seething with bitter envy
Left handed, bereft of pity
anticlockwise I dither
slimy and shitty
A snake that slithers
Not you,
so pure
right on, right there.
Conservatively dour
Smelling of roses
benevolent stare
Correct, on message,
pointless,
caring,
so caring.
Categories:
anticlockwise, evil, heaven,
Form:
i saw the footprints on the sands of the oasis,
and the loamy soils around the rose garden,
i also saw prints on the mountains:
the strings that aid the climber, i also saw
them go the other way around;
(evidence of return,decent)
but i still look for the prints on the sky
around the moon,
and so i still stare up,neck bent,
cos she turned a million miles a meter
in the darkness of the woods,dungeon,
hungry heart when she smiled at me.
i saw me descend the valleys(i didn't know)
went anticlockwise(couldn't imagine)
high among the milky she holds my heart.
my feet never touched the ground:
no job,office,domain.
circles:the universe, clock ,and me,
impeccable gyration,for the arrow i fired
keeps descending,and so she still takes
me along(no direction)just the way it was
when i first saw her.
.
bitter sweet is what i utter
when i am immensed in water
hung afloat to the stinging rays of the sun
bitter sweet is what i mummur
when the sun steps down for the moon
light is life dark is doom
a valve of contradiction regulates
an appetite of glutt
if not i am sunk in the abyss
and gulped up in diarriahoe
i get good milk and millet
for nagging and shout,
i am curled up in a spoon i dare not taste
yonder and yonder my heart wonders
to a place known as comfort ground
where i am still under the sheets
and my eyes transfixed
to the sleeping eyelids and lips of my ever bitter sweet
Categories:
anticlockwise, hope, life, loss, heart,
Form:
Verse
I am six feet tall
I am 59
I am not a monster
Don't hit me
I am extended in space-time
And never stay on a dime
Don't overrate me.
I run between left and right
And sleep between day and night
Don't cheat me.
I move clockwise
But dream anticlockwise
Repeat me.
If you can
Meet me.
I am six feet tall
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
29th October,2014
Categories:
anticlockwise, fun,
Form:
THE CYCLE
Like a compass
We journey from a point
And return again to pass
What circumstances have anoint
Government like a cycle of glass
Yes, we have journeyed
But we revolve in one government
Outside what democracy need
The progeny of mismanagement
Moving in a clockwise direction
We urge for change of miracle
Journeying in an anticlockwise circulation
Yet we revolve to meet thesame obstacle
Enough of the manipulation
A journey in sphere
Democracy is confidently forsaken
Unless we journey fair
Unless this cycle is broken
©Kporho Vwede Daniel
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(IG: General Ali official)
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Categories:
anticlockwise, 7th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Asleep while awake
Walking among the living
Trying hard to break
The monotony and gluttony misgiving
Lends to the sultry atmosphere
Saturated with dope
As departed souls in the troposphere
Perambulate on cumulus clouds grope
For eternity in serenity
Ensconced in minds so busy
They vie for dignity
In a world so clumsy
Life stifles freedom
In a straitjacket on a one way ticket
To the cranky kingdom filled with boredom
Where the dime in my pocket
Screams to break free
To roll on the floor
Kept clean in a glee
That knocks on the door
With no handle
Which turns anticlockwise
To heal the vandal
Whose blunder bundles surprise
The Devil in the den
Which conquers the strong
Whose stamina in Eden
Writhes in pain when the grim gong
Knells for the last time
Pleading for life to release
The last dimes that mime
Please, please, please, please
‘Let me go for good
Cos I can no longer stand
Flavours, odours and rigours in the mood and food
Devoured in grandstands that won’t understand
Reasons for life
Reasons for existence
Reasons for a freedom fife
Reasons for a silly circumstance
Beyond my milky way
Beyond my persistence and insistence
Beyond my last say and delay
Beyond my perseverance in silence.'
Categories:
anticlockwise, poems,
Form:
Free verse