Best Reverse Poems
"Rhyming poems have nothing of substance to say
They're childish! Ridiculous! Silly! Passe!
What's that - 'The Raven,' fine prose, you assure?
Pshaw, a talking bird is not Literature!
'The Road Not Taken' - how indecisively trite
'Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day' ~ why, out of spite?
'How Do I Love Thee' - such female nonsense!
'She Walks in Beauty,' not even past tense!
'Oh Captain, my Captain' just repeats and repeats
'Death Be Not Proud' - indeed, no great feat
Rhyme is over and done, finite, dead
Give me a rambling run-on sentence, instead!"
Sure, it's easy to call Dr. Seuss poppycock
HIS books are world-famous, what have YOU got?
12/11/18
Entered in 'Living It Up for Laughter' contest
Fall the leaves of the forest tho death has yet passed...
Unto moonlit shadows within crypts' hidden rot
Apparitions they say, where the innocent massed
Oh but lo! To the truth they are blind; it is naught
They're but fragmented feelings of love left aghast;
From her heart they were torn; bits he stabbed then forgot
Laid still, bloodied no longer to beat; darkness cast
The shadows cannot hide nor contain the scars wrought
Left to wander until retribution is brought
12/18/2017
You are an enigma,
only found hidden under leaves.
A colour in the rainbow still unseen.
Fate has formed your mind into a revolving door,
without pressing the buttons,
it remains like dead seeds,
so I became your gardener to help you blossom -
perceiving you will flourish into the rarest rose.
Only you can soothe me from your thorns.
You are a sleeping volcano, sometimes senseless,
irritated by every polish to regain consciousness.
When embers ignite within your enraged eyes,
fragile flames spiral into bitter bonfires -
visible from scorching scars on my soul.
I always wonder
is this the last time I adorn my armour,
as I follow you into your internal inferno,
hoping your fulvous frenzies
are temporary like the last star.
You are a master in your art,
but I'm an alchemist with your secret ingredients,
so I tug your strings in reverse,
but never leave you dangling in a
disorderly drunkard manner,
because you are a unique, untouched gem.
Words are vortex to your heart,
so I summon silence to keep you on the edge,
but before you fall, I'm there to catch you.
You insist it's ebony, when it's ivory,
so I tell you to go left, knowing you will go right
and when you say you cannot write,
I Whisper secrets to the wind,
aware they'll carry to you like a typhoon.
As you vent, your metaphors manifest the
honesty behind the poison in your veins.
Suppressed emotions become poetry.
When you imply, I do not feel
and you are hellbent to hurt,
your wrath leaves me hanging like a punch bag,
yet I never aim back, knowing calmness heals.
I can tell you it's the final spring,
or I've laid down my shield and sword,
but you are unable to halt the slaughter,
until the sour aftertaste becomes pleasant,
so I place sugar cubes, slowly on your tongue.
I was born to take the stones out of your heart.
In this cognitive warfare of intellect and logic,
where you push and I pull,
there is only one winner, no sinner,
as in your quest to prove me wrong,
you succeed and that my love is
reverse psychology.
In the realm where words bear flight,
Let me lead you through the night,
To a place where souls ignite,
And realities shift, ever so slight.
Reverse polarity, a cosmic force,
Unveiling secrets at its source,
A vinculum of awareness,
Where consciousness finds its fairness.
Shift from the body-mind embrace,
And let your soul bear its rightful place,
Not adrift in worldly desires,
But soaring higher, fueled by sacred fires.
Leave behind attachments that bind,
And set your spirit free to find,
A realm where all constraints unwind,
As you journey to the depths of your mind.
Vaporize the limitations of the ego,
Embrace the infinite, let it flow,
Becoming space, expanding wide,
No earthly goals to chase or abide.
For in the realm where souls unite,
We find the essence, the purest light.
Let this guided journey be your key
To unlock the depths of your glee.
To awaken the wisdom, not the plight
In the realm where words bear flight,
Let your spirit soar, let your soul ignite.
In this realm, let us endure the weight,
Let your heart be your guiding light
As you navigate the darkest night,
Trust the whispers, the gentle breeze,
Leading you to the haven of ease.
In the haven where words bear flight,
We transcend the boundaries of wrong and right,
And embrace the beauty of our shared existence,
An eternal dance of love and persistence.
With reverse polarity, we shift our awareness,
To a vinculum of truth, a state of pure consciousness.
No longer adrift in worldly desires,
But anchored in the depths of our soul's fires.
When you kissed me
A fool fell in love
I became weak in the knees
The world revolved around your halo
Angel eyes captured my imagination
Like Einstein I discovered relativity
Wisdom had been my lonely pathway
Drunk on independent thought
Wondering if those lips would part for me
Wanting to breathe your breath
Gazing longingly
I looked towards you
So quickly
You looked away
my heart sank
When you kissed another boy
Don't forget to read it in reverse.
Reverse poem written for Craig Cornish's contest.
August 11/2013
Adrift is smoke, that rises into the shape of a question mark...
Blurring the vacant night, with a ceremonial arc
Tomorrow, under a different sky, in a brand new way
I will wake up to a different sun, and to a wistful song of yesterday
'Though, I cannot find a star, through the drowning dredge of rain
Tonight the moon, left behind, wears a bitter frown of blame
Like a crying mother calling, with a voice of great devotion
A whistle's wailing sadness, resounds my own emotions
With tear-stained eyes, I witness the reflection
In view from where my heart once lived, a dismal day's rejection
I feel the rumble of the wheels, and a tumble of my heart
With a tremble, as the landscape is swallowed by the dark
The snake-like chain bends eastward into constellation courage
With strange misshapen shadows, streaking illuminated passage
Raindrops mimic my own heart, upon the window glass
Spilling over imprints of all the futile questions asked
I find my throat is swollen, and my will too worn to speak
Beside me, rudely flaunting, is a taunting, empty seat
Like a sickle for harvesting a lonely star…
Smoke sketches the sky with the shape of a question mark...
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Submitted for Craig Cornish's Contest
8/13/13
SPRING HOUSE CLEANING ( reverse Etheree)
house
ugh! house!
needs cleaning
it’s saturday
what an awful mess!
dust cobwebs outside dirt
it boggles my mind to think
when I think it’s of other things
wouldn’t it be nice to take a nap
all day but then the mess will still be there
know what? I saw an add in the paper
this old chinese lady cleans houses
she is very reasonable
654 – 7328
“hello chinese lady?
you say she’s out now?
what does she charge?......
saturday?
no workee”
GREAT!
From New York to the Gulf of Mexico
Travel path provided as you go
Links of network from plane above
Ocean cruiser scenes we love
Chevy gliding in style
Highway going wild
Horns blast in code
Traveling
Winding
Road
Today, I reversed my clock
turned it backwards
like counter clockwise
changed the numbers on the face
To wind back the days
to undo the ways
To come back upon a place
that is forever in my memory
Was then I had a thought
into the other realms
Of a new kind of world
to take back the helms
One where we get good for the good
and bad gets bad for the hold
Turning us back
to never get old
Its a new way of thinking
a new kind of time
a new kind of longevity
a new kind of rhyme
a new kind of discovery
a new kind of feeling
a new kind of reality
a new kind of healing
When we change how we think
and our thoughts in that line
Its a secret I know
of this wave of the sine
The planet turns counter clock wise
The solar system turns counter clock wise
The galaxy turns in proximity of that
The highest of leaders
all knew of this chat
And this is how they got us all turned wrong
we've been misled
for time does not exist
its only behind
And its in the written mysteries
That only we can find
if we only learned to think with our 'own' mind.
My love, were you as steadfast as I,
We'd drive the neverending chain
link
of a bond unbreakable and rev
towards
the fever of a solidified love affair.
Yet, I ride alone in despair and pass
scenes of you falling out of love with
me.
From our last I love you to our first
hello,
I see the twinkle in your eyes fade
for me.
And of all reasons to brake for
break,
you change gears with good intent...
And I find that to be the most
painful.
Knowing, that I alone was not
enough
to heal your fractured sense of self...
A failure I shall regret until I unlearn
my first memory...
For to have known you, is the one
ride
of my thoughts that contained pure
freedom.
Now, they fade in the wind shield as
I
do 100 to 0 in the lane of smitten
wonder.
And should I be able to forget the
best of you,
I pray by moonlight that reverse
becomes
forward, and I can catch your smile
in my
dreams without knowing your face
again.
Just an image of an unknown
purpose that
lives around the corner of time and
patience.
It is there, on this blind faith avenue,
that I
will carry you back home from the
life we
never had the chance to live...
Kindness vs. Abuse
Expressions of Kindness…
Loving
Caring
Helping
Inspiring
Warmth
Friendship
Nurturing
Selflessness
Healing
trusting
Abuse is not…
8/22/18
It is so hard to believe
How this world can not achieve
A more peaceful balance of love
Instead of how we push and shove
Our beliefs on others who
Only try their best to do
What is right for their own life
There's no need to cause such strife
On those who just want to be
Living without crazily
Being attacked for no purpose
We need to find the hidden surplus
Of caring that we all bury
Locked in the darkness we carry
In hatred violence we cause
Come on people put a pause
On the negativity
Dig down deep and you will see
How easy it is to care
For others--become aware
How much damage we're creating
To this world--when love is fading
More and more out of our grasp
It's not a big difficult task
To reverse the damage we
Have done in our society
I haven’t time to spin this verse
I guess I’ll write this in reverse
The gears got stuck, now I’m in trouble
The lever’s jammed, the clutch is rubble
I can’t go forward, not one inch
I’m done-for now, I’m in a pinch
The shifter’s wedged in “R” (for race)
My gears are strewn about the place
I must write backwards; What a Curse!
I haven’t time to spin this verse
September 4, 2018
For the "Reversible Poem" Poetry Contest
2nd Place
Don’t be Foolish
For you to accomplish
And finally flourish
Take your time
With your art and polish
Don’t just preach
And give off a perfect speech
Truly practice what you teach
Than your purpose you shall reach
On the nose
Diva
Hits
Pitch
Perfect
Note
Sent
Airborne
On wings
Slapping
Cupid
Senseless
~
Senseless
Cupid
Slapping
On wings
Airborne
Sent
Note
Perfect
Pitch
Hits
Diva
On the nose
2018.08.22
Composed For Jesse Rowe's
A Reversible Poem Poetry Contest