Inverse Poems - Poems about Inverse

With her... Do you find joy where I feel only pain? Are your thoughts of her gentle, kind, and pure, While mine linger on what we can't be sure? I’ll never know what she sees in your eyes, What dreams you both chase, what love you disguise, And though I will wonder, I’ll never find out, For she holds your heart where...

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The blackest hole of poetic intent Light spinning inward no chance of escape Eluding the eyes collapsing the meaning Time in dilation direction opposed Energy waning one word is emitted Superpositioned —the last dying star (Dreamsleep: July, 2023)...

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The blue it's not heaven for those who are hungry... The yellow one, it's not gold when the all is black... The green, it's not so green, for those who live in darkness... the red, not so much blood, for those who live bloodless... The White, does...

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Two heads live in hot and cold Caramel sky melts, defy the horizon to sleep Grass swings in melody of wind, yet, forbearing to hear a story of inverse pole Through some scenery, we try to dip My days hostaged by summer and heat The caramel sky melts, defy the horizon to sleep Sweats and manual fan are my daily treat Having...

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INVERSE HOPES" I am a helpless person with haunting memories I can’t accept that, I am able to erase its effect I know I can feel that pain Tears flowing in the rain, Years down the lane Everything will vanish Nostalgia of sadness it is something that will never perish I will show god “Love is most beautiful feeling” Is just a myth Money is more valuable I can bet...

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a shattered, inverting heart a bleeding platter, raw with emotion coveting (yearn to possess) my whole soul will heal and mend what a contemptible serving of sad hopeful things to say to one's soul when one is, all alone do I, believe? will I, believe ? can I believe? I lie to one's self I lie!...

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The image, at a fourth remove, recalls a Rorschach test with inverse rule because instead of spotted ink on paper simulating flowers and/or butterflies here we have flowers and butterflies simulating spots in a sort of blurred space. My mind is puzzled by this strange test recalling times at school when I had to solve...

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Disgust despair mislead for insanity almighty. Submissive hate seals the pact of the deathly converse....

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There's a lyric on your lips and you're dying to sing But you're sewn like a puppet bound by a dream Walking on a high wire on the edge of insane So high above the world so buried by their pain You're the bullet and the trigger a product of...

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Leg of lamb with rosemary Herb sauce and berries Mouth-watering aroma Blend of paprika Get a plate in haste Such a great Taste! Nice! Easter crust Slice of delicious Tasty gingerbread Baked with touch a Easter wine Going to my head Ready to royally dine! © Joseph, March 19, 2008 © All Rights Reserved This poem about a delicious dish starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the...

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Sweet potato whipped with cream Butter and sugar Nutmeg blend with marshmallows Baked in acorn squash Aroma rising Taste so yum— my! Sweet! So charming Mouth water flowing Give me this baked squash Accented with cranberry Sprinkled with walnuts Filled with baked sweeeet potato © Joseph, 12/12/07 © All Rights Reserved The poem starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line and progress down to one syllable...

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Nice turkey for Thanksgiving Flavorful tasting Dressing aroma rising Temperature on low Sage wings, breast and thighs Like a rose Sweet! Ahhh! Chardonnay Fine cranberry sauce Well seasoned gravy Succulent taste such splendor Cornish hen—it’s last! Turkey on my plate—gone fast! © Joseph, 11/1/07 © All Rights Reserved The poem starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line and progress down to one syllable in the...

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falling one feather at a time raven black quills swept from full wings. if it's for mass they're amassing, this demon wont disappoint. dagger in hand, the damage is done but what is can always be un-...

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