Short Back To Front Poems
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Is it hard to write a Fibonacci
back to front?
Let's just see if we can do one.
Hmm…few words left now.
Yes, well done.
Easy
One.
Oh?
A pictured
inversion
back to front
left to right
reversed
inside out
upside
down
turned about
an
antithesis
in
converse
transposal
Long time ago in the land of Nod
Lived a tiny creature who looked quite odd
It was back to front
From its bum, it did grunt
It's being investigated by the “Back to Front” squad
Long time ago in the land of Nod
Lived a tiny creature who looked kinda odd
It was back to front
From it's bum it did grunt
It's being investigated by the “Back to Front” squad
A sentence reads the same back to front
There must be a name for that as long as you hunt
If you know tell me
My mind's full is debris
Sure don't dare challenge it but I have a hunch
A sentence reads the same back to front
There must be a name for that as long as you hunt
If you know tell me
My mind's full is debris
Sure don't dare challenge it but I have a hunch
Once put my nightie on back to front
Kept backing into walls, what a big dunce
Faced away from the table
Tried to eat, wasn't able
Then wifey asked, “is this your time of the month?”
Long long ago in the land of Nod
Lived a tiny creature who looked quite odd
It was back to front
From it's bum it did grunt
It's being investigated by the “Back to Front” squad
© Jack Ellison 2015
Once put my nightie on back to front
Kept backing into walls, what a big dunce
Faced away from the table
Tried to eat, wasn't able
Then wifey asked, “is this your time of the month
© Jack Ellison 2015
Sign said “ONE WAY” but I was only going one way
Shades of Sesame Street, oh for those long ago days
Hard to go both ways at once
Like wearing undies back to front
Dr. Suess was the kookiest man since mayonnaise
Upsidedown on monkey bars
hanging from my knees,
dopey grins are sorrowful frowns
and upward drift dry leaves
Swinging back to front –
my favorite view of life,
bobbleheads go bobbing by
and time ticks counterclockwise
Only for me!
She caresses his skin
Arches form the bridge reflect again
In one heated moment of passion angels sin
As their glances meet their love begins
He swoons as the room seems to spin
Pulls of the net bring up the fin
Back to front they spoon and grin
A poem back to front
It's never done
Because
Once you start
You never stop the fun
And stopping just to see
What you might do
You never know
What an author might tell you
So listen closely to
That which I say
Please think about the words
I speak each day
A poem back to front
Does your life then come together
front to back
or
back to front
It takes years to clearly see
that both
directions
are a ruse
Life revolving as a circle
with you
inside
its center
All phases caught in a whirlpool’s tide
that ebbs
and flows
— divine
(The New Room: April, 2024)
There lived a country mouse
In a catawampus house
With roof aslant
From back to front
And crooked walls as well.
He did not mind at all
Running circles in the hall
He kicked at peas
And nibbled cheese
Then groomed his hair with gel!
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A Nursery Rhyme 2023
Fran's protest against
fast removal of her breast...
bra is back to front
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5/2/2019
Contest - Dial it Back
Sponsor - Maureen McGreavy
1st place win
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Contest - Your Pick Again
Sponsor - Brian Strand
A win
The Playground (Haiku)
The rope tied tighter,
The swing is swinging so high,
Thy playground is fun.
Each child takes a turn,
Playing in the kids playground,
Joy on their faces.
Tether ball, sandbox,
Many children love playtime,
All kids love playgrounds.
Monkey bars are fun,
One hand back to front swinging,
Each swinging child smiles.
I miss the way
———————-
I miss the way you looked through me, I miss the times so cautiously, the way you briefly smile, reminding me to stay a while, our glances, entrances, our chance is, however brief, with your heart ill play the thief... I miss the way you made me feel, on the way home tonight I reel, from back to front, why be so blunt... The way I feel... Is real!
I didn’t stay
because you didn’t listen
Warring night and day
for a little attention
Forget promises whispered
at the alter
What about us?
When did we falter?
It only counts when two
equals one
But when one plus one equals two
It’s time I left you
A. Green
(Some writings will be very simple,
and really stupid.
I am going from back to front and
attempting to write in every form)
I put my shoes on back to front
to step into the past,
sent my watch by express mail
to make the time go fast.
Wrote 'atom' down as 'mtao'
just to generate unclear fusion,
told my friends I wasn't there
but an optical illusion.
Put my head on upside down
for a thicker head of hair and no beard,
when you can't think of topics for a piece of verse, then
what the hell-
do weird.
I lose my balance
and begin to fall,
a backwards glance,
perhaps that's all
A look ahead,
too far, so fast
from back to front,
from future to past
I spin, I plummet
from off the summit,
so high we are,
we've climbed so far
And yet, I'm here
still standing fast,
I've not yet fallen
so far at last
You catch me
and you break my fall,
you hold me up
and I stand tall
Breakers crashing upon the shoreS
Under the crested waves' motioN
Bursting with their salty aromA
Brimming over with white spumE
Leaving harmful pellets of plastiC
Everywhere *****insipiens will gO
Everywhere *****insipiens will gO
Leaving harmful pellets of plastiC
Brimming over with white spumE
Bursting with their salty aromA
Under the crested waves motioN
Breakers crashing upon the shoreS.
Mr Perfect
He was
Everyone said
-Except himself
Mr Perfect.
The one who got everything right
Always won
Never gave up
Stood firm in his principles.
So they drilled him
In sensitive places
Like his heart
And he broke.
Mother, I, Me
Will pick up the pieces
Glue the shapes
Together.
In all the wrong places
Higgeldy
Piggeldy
And back to front.
Because imperfection
Is more beautiful
Than Perfection
In a child.
as my dog and i were on a walk
he said
we have to have a talk
about the way we are constructed
it was then
that he instructed
when you say
top to bottom
about things that we've both got 'em
what you mean is front to back
i'll admit
i was taken aback.
he said
just as night follows day
when you open your mouth
to say
back to front
in a kind of flip-flop
what you mean
is
bottom to top
he barked i believe our walk's complete
can i now have my doggy treat