Flipped Poems - Poems about Flipped

You say one thing Then change your mind once More to please yourself Or perhaps to play with yourself Twisting what you say Like pretzels Just twisting words From form from another Makes me Makes me wanna Who flipped the script? Who turned you out? Who had you made? It makes me wonder...

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,,someone messaged you", said the classmate I asked my mom before to go to birthday to watch a film through. The hall was much more tight in the brain I drew, he was facing me with the phone in my hand and my mom standing beneath the door didn't sense true. ...

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A Bright Sunday morning, Brooded up with melancholic sparrows, Dull and dusted eyes, Drowning dread for destiny, Captivating cameras on side, Clowns of artistic caterpillars, Madness of molten mind, Mavericks turned to money mongers, Trust transformed as bribing cash, Temperament to toil itself, Likewise, Another century flowing forth, An another life time....

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A Bright Sunday morning, Brooded up with melancholic sparrows, Dull and dusted eyes, Drowning dread for destiny, Captivating cameras on side, Clowns of artistic caterpillars, Madness of molten mind, Mavericks turned to money mongers, Trust transformed as bribing cash, Temperament to toil itself, Likewise, Another century flowing forth, An another life time....

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The burden of the world on his frail shoulders The man in the White House has never seemed older But he's the leader we've got and that counts for a lot When he's said to veer off-script perhaps the script has flipped...

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Flipped Hourglass Bits of unwrinkled sand, harried ageless seconds, Rush through a narrow neck Pushing to birth Moments of elegance or horror Shoving aside other grains Like words of regret flowing unrestricted Into a ballet arabesque of transparent history Irretrievable Uncatchable Lost like a tear drop in desert sea dances Prodigals or prophets unable to caress or cling Only rush headlong into the past. When Heaven’s hand...

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Flipped Hourglass Bits of unwrinkled sand, harried ageless seconds, Rush through a narrow neck Pushing to birth Moments of elegance or horror Shoving aside other grains Like words of regret flowing unrestricted Into a ballet arabesque of transparent history Irretrievable Uncatchable Lost like a tear drop in desert sea dances Prodigals or prophets unable to caress or cling Only rush headlong into the past. When Heaven’s hand...

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In my vantage-point the vast oceans are warming, The sea levels are rising, while today is melting, Cracking thick ice-shields crowning Artic, Antarctic And ferocious intensity is churning Atlantic, Pacific, As yesteryear in rear view flashes blunt warnings, And future is admonishing~ morrow is drowning. Snow-white Alps, soon forgotten dreams of past, Rockies, Himalayas, barren as dethroned crowns, Productive farming lands, infertile lacking...

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At the appointed time (you know not when) your spirit will kiss this world goodbye. Sands of your earthly time will then have run their course. Folks will cry. Your progeny will be left behind, and words hopefully kind about you will be said. The hourglass at this time for you alone will have flipped. Dear ones will keep on their own path. With spirit eyes, you’ll view them from behind...

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Trinkets, salt packet from road trip sixteen years ago Collected, cafes remembered, ripped open with age Spilt among treasure, a twig, tickets, torn butterfly Bits familiar, shrine in a tin, tired feather, belated Harmoniously decompose, shipwreck's chains ...

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Emotions vibrate through the heavens Crying out desirous of a love Beseeching it’s warm embrace Yet it goes unfelt, unheard, unanswered Hope for a pragmatic love just a dream Expectations being preconceived For the universe could not grasp the greatness of her yearning, This she had come to grips with Because surely none could provide fulfillment...

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We flip the hourglass for time, use moments as each hour's pawn. Then store Today, when past its prime, midst Yesterdays--now finished, gone. If we could make one moment stay just by flipping the hourglass, how to choose the hour, the day so many moments come and pass. Or, as time's measure disappears, will we, in greed, pound on the door of hours, minutes, days,...

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Life, here hangs on a filmy thread of hope Unskilled acrobats, making tight rope walks With the deep chasm gaping below Some too fatigued to feel the stress, Empty beds bearing The scars of lost battles Shaded rooms brooding in the gloom, Pervading silence speaking mutely Of burnt hopes and dreams, Of flipped hour glasses! The morbid stillness Occasionally broken By stifled groans and...

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Running after chimeras I realised not that Life's most precious essence Was being left behind Racing against time I strived to rule over oceans And to have rose gardens Blooming in their midst And each time I would look at my portrait I would shudder As the painting was getting old And little insects had even started To nimble at it Time was eating me up Time was dancing...

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Thought spirals Eating us alive Remorselessly Gnawing our soul We lift our hand As a stop signal The bubbles burst Noiselessly In staid silence Tranquil equipoise Flow of time ends Melding with the void Awareness self-aware Porous and receptive Invites bliss currents To suffuse our heart Dance of polarities Rotates with each breath Essence of presence Celebrates divine union 01-February-2022 ...

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