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Grey curl of smoke leaves my mouth,
Ashes scrape my throat.
I won´t play it wrong-
Trying to appear strong.

There´s no fire-
Just  the path to end this.
Gladly, I´d be your player,
Between us, fire burns.

Smoke would hiss.
It started-
With lit cigarette.
My first try at reverse poem
13/5/25
iAmNotUramaki Nov 2020
Ghosts are for disappearing and appearing

Humans are for accompanying

Little did i know the roles are reversed
FLESH Mar 2020
It’s 9:00 exactly
I’m laying in bed
This haiku didn’t help much
9 pm
candykendys Nov 2018
I don't know how it happened,
I just found myself longing for your hugs and kisses,
Missing our late night conversation,
Dealing with my unanswered questions.

I want to ask you,
But is it the right thing?
Or you'll leave me hanging,
Or you'll tell me lies?

Can you tell me?
Can you answer me?
Can you help me?
Can you just be mine?

-try it. it can be reversed poetry.
Lenchen Nov 2018
here we find a girl reversed -
a girl who comes alive at night
and is afraid of the lonely day
    "you need to sleep," they'll say
    "i need to rest," she'll say
and they won't understand the difference.

here we find a girl inside-out -
a girl who can handle the whole world
but is terrified of handling herself
    her mind her worst enemy
    her people her safe haven
and she'll forever be searching for a home that isn't haunted by her own reflection.

here we find the girl
    the open ended question
    the heart with the vacancy sign in neon
    the bouquet of optimism put out for everyone to see

here we found the girl
and here we lost her
    right here, i think
PsycheSpeaks Nov 2018
I left and
Broke a heart

I took what I
Desired

And forgot what
Weighted me down

And now,
I’m here

And I realize
That must have hurt

Your pain was real
And now, so is mine

With all my heart,
I am so very sorry
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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The          leading          *****-hand        patisserie
n­ow  walks  to  the  sink, warm  water wets
their    hands.   After  pouring  soap,  he
rubs   the   front,  back,  interlocked
fingers, then  thumbs, entwined
fingers         and         lastly
the       nails      before
the    full    rinse;
hands now
clean
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Ok, I'm got something a little different in store!
This form of poetry is called an 'Etheree', a poem that consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. An Etheree can also be reversed (which is what I did here)  and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Today, my mom treated me and my sister to some cakes in a lovely Bistro not far from us. I'm a lover of lemon cakes but they didn't have any - only lemon meringue tarts which I agreed to try with some Jasmine Tea ;)
Man, they were both delicious! And the music took me to a small cafe in Paris! This is the beginning! The next part will be out tomorrow, hopefully!
Have a good night!
Lyn ***
Amanda Shelton Aug 2016
Married in death lovers forever,
yet life came and took one away.

Left alone the dead lover rose to claim
his true love's heart.

So as in death they are also together in life.

© By Amanda Shelton

From
Reversed Poetry
Stone Fox Oct 2015
Looking back,
In your previous attractions the role playing usually involved more than a pretty target.
Although it was unknown to you at the time, with each new growing experience, your perception as well as reality began to find you less subtle while betraying your most important values.
Making you cloudy as you forget that you are the one who decides if you will continue, a most clever rouse.  
Notice her perfected strategy, Notice her ultimate prize-but take heed and do not get ****** into it.
Instead use her for yourself, reverse the roles made by society created in nature as you become the prize.
Soon the unspoken secret will become clear as you are educated in the most difficult yet elementary concept of all:
Attraction is not a choice.
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