The Other Way Around Poems | Examples

DIVINE DIVERSIONS

The devil couldn’t reach me,
so he sent diversions in the form I desired most.
He wrapped lies in laughter,
gave them cute faces,
glittered them up like gold.
And I forgot, sometimes a wound wears jewels,
sometimes danger looks like everything you ever prayed for.
So I fell for it.
I wasn’t the sun in their day, nor the star in their night.
Even the moon could’ve shone better than me
but I wasn’t that either.
Is it any wonder
that the mark once adorned in gems
started bleeding on the one who never cut it?
And guess who walked away with the scar?
But what if scars aren’t shame
but signs?
Badges of strength,
proof that I broke, bled, and still rose.
I couldn’t dodge the pain,
but I gained the wisdom.
And if he couldn’t stop me from reaching everything except him,
then truly,he is powerless.
Now I know where I belong
with the One who loved me
when I couldn’t love myself.
I may stumble, fear, fall, stutter, break
but I now know whose I am.
And from this day forward,
I shall happen to life
not the other way around.

Cantata

Cantata
He stood there on a plateau that only had a tree,
And since he had appeared from nowhere, there
Was there no past to bother with?
He sat under the tree mainly because it was
getting hot, the tree had big, thick leaves and
Beside the tree, there was a barrel of cold water.
During the day, the plateau became shimmering
He saw ponies trotting past like a knitted poncho.
Since he had no past, a fragment of a future
Instinct told him they were going to the Green Vale
That had grass, shade, and a lagoon that reflected
The sky, or was it the other way around?
He sat there and tried to visualize the future where he didn´t
Exist, but he failed, which made him human.

the ghost

The Ghost

I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford 
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me 
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe 
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we were together 
  At ease now she left I got up walked on an icy floor to the kitchen, drank water and thought
What if the presence was not my dog but 
Something sinister that would let me sleep 
Guiltless in my bed

Not a poetry

the mistake I made
was I began calling myself a poet 
and I began calling my writing poetry 
but when you label yourself as anything
a comedian
an artist
a musician
a filmmaker
a dancer 
a painter 
you give the word permission 
to critique you as such 
you become restricted 
you invite comparison and expectation 
the truth is it was never poetry 
it was always just words 
it was what I had to offer the world...

...so if you have something to offer the world
know that it doesn't have to fit 
in a neat little box 
in fact, it shouldn't 
make what you like 
make what is honest 
make what you need 
make what is unexpected but don't try to be something

I mourn for all the art that is lost 
because we let ourselves forget 
that art is the outcome of our expression 
not the other way around
the goal is not to make music, poetry, art it is to set something within you free

Stray Thoughts

The clairvoyant could be a schizophrenic
or is it the other way around.
Mind cymbals of the mime must be unbearably loud
flowers are for glade and not the lapel of blue clowns.
Is it better for a stray to be forever chained down
or go running off with a pack of the unfound. 
After death are we whisked off to heaven
or does the soul shatter against a Blackwall
the afterlife maybe an empty warehouse after all.
Is faith just a mirage for the eternally weak
or is it a gilded pathway to the purist of all kings.

The Last Bookworm

Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell
Whose court is talking about justice here?
Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well
Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear
The cruel punishment will never put them right, 
Your congregation of the disingenuous slaves 
The triumph of the law will not be glorified
By their rants expanded through the airwaves
If it's the other way around, what about
The high intention of a servant to command
Slaves become masters, so you see their snouts
Stick everywhere, your privacy is scanned 
Sisyphus pushes up again his cobblestone   
Choirs sing the psalms into the painted sky
Whilst in his tiny room the last bookworm
Hears the voices of those who refused to die.

I love you

I love you
I don't love you sometimes
I'm reaching out to you 
And I don't want to hide

My feelings for you 
I'll bury them in the melted ground                
I'll water them               
I'll wash away my sorrow with my tears

Let them sprout
Flowers with a mysterious soul                
I'll present them to you               
I'll reveal my secret to you.

Life has arranged for us,
My meeting with you,               
Would never have separated us,               
Time would have separated us by blind enmity.

Love is cruel
And treacherous they say
And sometimes it can turn               
# It can be the other way around

Scared Of Falling In Love

Before we enter this relationship,
Did I already lose your love?
Before we become intimate,
Did you already meet someone new?

Each time I want to fall in love again,
Something wrong is bound to happen.
I was ready to make you mine, but
Someone stole your heart from my grasp.

Am I doing something wrong with you?
I took caution so I don’t lose you.
Am I finding the wrong type of people?
I chose you because I trusted you.

I just want to be careful with myself.
I don’t want my heart to shatter again.
Your feelings keep changing like the seasons—
How do I know they won’t fly away?

I need to get over this fear of losing you.
These situations keep happening because
I didn’t have the courage to tell you how I feel.
I’m losing sleep over what could have been.

Am I doing you wrong, or
Is it the other way around?

I'm not the only victim

I would love to call my book like that one day.
One day, if I make it to write books.
Because I would like to know,
How books seem, if they are written the other way around.

He smiles: ,,Thank you.", as I gave him the gift
(I hope he has the worst day ever.)
(I didn't know what to do in the moment. I didn't wanted to let her feel that I hate her.
I know she loves.
I don't want to hurt her more, since now she might be overly sensitive.)

If not just the Action of the other person is shown.
We all are our own enemies.

The stripes that pointed down

That, her much-pied stripes pointed down
Scarce be why Tories lost their crown,
Or alter way around,
Easy it scarce be found,
Perhaps a frown was on him who was brown—
A hint, to all of us
May look atrocious,
Inviting our very own frown.
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Happenings |03.07.2024|
Poet’s note: The Tories have lost and lost heavily in UK. Experts may point at a lot of reasons as to why. Is it why PM Sunak’s wife wore stripes that pointed downward? Or is it the other way around? This ditty has its own tongue-in-cheek take on the matter. The idea is just to laugh.

Conundrum

If mass equals energy
why don’t I have more energy?  
It seems to happen to me
in inverse proportions.
The more pounds I weigh
the less energy I have.
The less energy expended,
then the more mass!

If I reversed this trend
and expended more energy
I suppose I would lose pounds.
Or, is it the other way around?
If I lose the weight
I will then have more energy?
Whichever it is, weight loss
doesn’t seem to be in 
my immediate future.

Honestly mom, it's fine

Dad either way always says: ,,Crying brings you nothing" 
So why do you cry mom?
To show me you are sorry? 
That I still don't know how to close my shoelaces and how to read fluently? 
When you cry mom, 
you make my bathtub full of foam.
I hate foam mom, it doesn't bring warmth.
The little bubbles show me, the other way around.
I am stucked in this weird ongoing yellowish shrunked bubbles mom.
I always used to get in the eye.
I hate when the sky turns yellow mom, 
Skies are blue.
And not see for two days.
I don't need to be cleaned.
I need something to fall asleep.
Can I borrow your pills?

New Age Paradox

i heard he was a lamb disguised as beast but
some say it's the other way around
he awakened in the east from a night's rest before
heading west to settle down
a metaphysical riddle on sandy shores overlooking
the sea on a dark night
metaphors sift through his mind like an hourglass 
as his flipped time on its head at midnight
he slipped into a dream from a flow state traveling
through time & birth canal
his birth shrouded in mystery like a game of clue but
the stars knew he'd come around
dark clouds formed on an autumn day setting the stage
for storms & hard rain
on this day it poured like never before as the clouds
tried to shroud the sun in vain
weathervanes spun crazy as every hand on all clocks
spun counter clockwise
the globe had been reset by this anomaly who'd come
into this world thrice wise
born both of the day & night time he was clearly a
new aged paradox
the countdown began with his first breath while above
& below placed bets while the world watched

Never Again

The brown eye girl is heartbroken a friendship of over a decade is
finished She tried and tried to get it to work out for the better. But
nothing works time and time again finally she heard what he had to
say. he says he regrets meeting her at their old high school. Even
talking to her that day. The brown eye girl cries for hours trying not to
think of all the things she wanted to say to the blue eye curly hair man.
It just makes her feel worse. She doesn't know why she should feel
like crap when it was him who hurt her not the other way around. In
truth they should have done things differntly but that is the past. All the
brown eye girl cares about is never hearing his name ever again.

Subdue the Rage

Fury tells me what to do, not the other way around
As I decide whether to speak, its quiet fingers twist me
My oral wound bleeds for my profit, and "justified" is bait.

Written: May 14, 2023

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