Short Reverted Poems

I've reverted my yard
to a bush block
no grass to mow
just cut and drop....

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When Attila retired to the Village
He looked for some peaceful tillage
But the price of land
Was so out of hand
He reverted to rape and pillage...

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lapses in judgement 
lost footing 
slipped up 
fell backwards
backslide downwards
strayed away from
path that had 
been lead out 
reverted within 
became old version
of self momentarily 
happens whenever 
your around...

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Mom, snuggle please. 

My body was-

Unnatural.

I had reverted. 

And I will stay here. 

Influenced by fears. 

That were seeping through the tears. 

Mom.

Her haunting love.

That peaks through the boulders-

That separate me from reality....

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Undesired words when hears from one
burning sensation is felt 
an arrow of fire pierces the heart
More griveous it's if hears from loved one 
Mistakes can be rectified but blunder can't be
after fire catches petrol can't be reverted
So before saying undesired words
all should take care of consequences

...

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withdrawn 
stepped back
detached 
broke away
isolated 
drew backwards
unresponsive 
drew inwards
moved away
emotionally
reverted backwards
to a time in which
nothing existed 
between two 
hearts 
never looked back
upon the love once 
felt 
what a crying shame
that years of existence
could all boil down to 
mean nothing what so 
ever but a waste of time...

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An ounce of love intensified into a cup of memories
those memories over filled the rim and spilled into a bowl of appreciation
a plate will be needed to hold all of the ramifications that accrued. 

This full plate needs to be reverted back to its giver.
Giving back appreciation for those memories one has been fulfilled with.
An ounce of gratefulness will spread the table cloth for
a meal of thankfulness that all have been blessed with...

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The colours in the darkness have faded to grey
The searing white hot sun has bleached throughout the day
The skull and the spine that pierces through the hide
Of the buffalo that hunters have deemed the time to die.

The maggot’s presence shows that the vultures have deserted
Time marches past, even when the flesh to dust has reverted
Far away, the trophy horns to boastings have been tied 
So the Sky with a roar showers the rain, to cover up her mournful cry....

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