Best Inversely Poems

I dream poetry;
I breathe poetry, for poetry 
calls your name, feeling your 
inerrant essentia—
your soul bleeds into mine—
a collision of cosmos, 
diffused magnetically, once 
a vagrant in a haze of miasmic 
vapors—wildered and exposed—
you unshackled me from 
this purgatory;
inversely immersing me in 
your sphere of...

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Stands on the land of heterodox
Who's the mightiest God of all?
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts

Those who exclaimed about the God who never fall
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Who's the mightiest God of all?

Seekers, believers, heathens and philosophers with their point of...

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It is the most selfish gene
The one that make us distinguishable
Our uniqueness and special abilities
We owe it all to its infinite mutations

It is the most abundant and the most taken for granted,
Paradoxically, it can be illusive even to those who possess it
Untapped, it is simply...

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I wonder who I am sometimes, what seems to be a universal phenomenon. As everyone remains looking to be someone other than themselves, because those who are themselves are persecuted and dreams hung on the cross by society.

But as I wonder the colorful atmosphere of...

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She covets luxury so unprecedented
especially a lingerie made by a thousand hands
with sparkling diamonds out of bounds to human sight
and covers made out of a century of crafting.

He wants a green eyed Caucasian female
with typical African voluptuous curves
and an Asian radiance and rare brilliance
rendering an...

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As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes,
Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise.
Quinquennium back I can clearly remember,
The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember.

My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves,
The immensity of...

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The Clothes Within My Closet
By Franklin Price
6/24/2016

The clothes within my closet
Are such a sight to see
They tell quite a story
About the history of me

The range of sizes offered there
Thirty-two to thirty-six
The lower's where it's happening
A snugly upper needs a fix

Exercise a little more
Get up and...

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What seemed an unrealistic painting has disappeared;
a sunset too beautiful to linger has gone to sleep.

Sadness is felt internally, amazement externally.

Use your imagination to reconstruct that blood-smeared sky;
you may perceive it differently from mine.

In each new season, it changes from azure to gray.

Livius, a small...

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Glad That God Is Here

Am always glad that God is here;
To me sincere and so very near;
Looking forward to
A life that is new,
And soon His Son will reappear.

Jim Horn

Happy Birthday Again

With God a new life will begin;
Have a happy birthday again;
How glad you are,
From here...

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"Eric's Second Fundamental Theorem of Love"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Love is....two minds plus two hearts
It's you plus me to the first power, there's no division in this part
It's the sum of two Souls, this equation is the best
It's the quantity of you and I, minus...

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A tiny glimpse of your face
Makes my soul 
Blossom 
From its roots 

A casual gaze of your eyes
On my face
Makes my heart
Expand infinitely

You’ve lifted me 
From the darkest pits 
Of this ill-fated journey
That's long been taken 
Falsely for life

At present
You've scanned
My entire being
To inversely transform...

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I walk alone on the street
Among the buildings in a queue
Among the cars running for pursuits
Among the subjects knowing not their names
And their thoughts by which they struggle for
The scene, they walk their own crowd 
Aside from  emotions, and smiles
They are idiots off-street

I walk...

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An abode, i have to hurry 
early every morn
 if not next part of diurnal 
of constipation and gas i 
shall mourn
so early or not, but squat 
abreast with the open 
windowed wall.
As the day proceeds 
gravity pull for stool 
becomes weak
is sun's heat inversely...

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A soul in flames daunting the discordant canvas, eradicating the supreme veil. To be 
drenched in apathy coincides inversely with the stench of a bitter legacy. Severed 
souls search asunder for a subversive scent, only to be oppressed in an overt art. 
Begging death for...

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Hear the muttered snivel of our kids  
Puked away to gloom, twinge and disease 
Wrecked by creeds
To fulfill an antique mores 
Whose ruin is beyond scientific darn 

See the boulevards and the creeks  
Before sight are male Mal-nourished toddlers 
In rag togs, blistered...

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