"sdrawkcab" poems
sdrawkcab lla si ti
semitemos
sgniht ta kool ot yap t’nseod
eb dluohs yeht yaw eht
ytilibats pu evig ot nrael
ytiugibma fo ssenteews eht ecarbme
ekil-gurd si rewop sti
sevird ti sa sessessop ti
shpmuirt taht ssendam a
tniop noitanimluc eht ta
ytivitaerc fo ecand eht
egru na ;regnuh a si ti
tcepser a sdnammoc taht
lausunu eht ,euqinu eht rof
!ylpmoc ohw esoht staiwa dlrow wen elohw a
-em evig
noitanimreted emos noissap emos
!ylf dna sgniw eht hcterts ot ssengnilliw emos
- em ekam
seil dna sevil taht sselraef a
ytirucesni nwo sti yb detrofmoc
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
27.08.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
Reality tv feeding the idiocracy
It's no secret my idiosyncrasy is increasing
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Parallel to my ever elevating feel of paranoia
I have a sympathy insufficiency
I demand more catastrophe
It's a ******* conspiracy!
I blame the aliens
Harvesting our brains
We are the sheep
Home on the range
Chalk it up for each and every mindless chucklefuck
More concerned with dynasty ducks
Distractions and false flags
You are my demise
Scourge of Mother Earth
?sdrawkcab evlover dlrow eht seod yhW
Such staunch contempt for the human race
Object of my fascination
Thou wilt bow to my conquest
Lo, hear my battle cry;
Oh how I vie,
to assassinate
all asinine swine!
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Silver reverberating heart
You've out-grown me
Tonight
You out-run me
But I
Chase you still
I chase you still
Past the corridor of the city's dark slumber
Past the pleasures of the fixated ******
Your magnetism deteriorates my final inning
I'll go
s l o w
I'll go
sdrawkcab
Imperceptive to
Your stance
I'll slip to you
As the sun
To the horizon
Silver wretched,
Alongside the start of an early-morning
Your meek murmurs are
Visible,
Tangible,
Like sunlight from the window passing through a glass picture frame
That creates a spectrum across the steam rising above my coffee
Placed atop the kitchen table
Silvering wretched,
With your faint-cloudy-murmurs I agree,
The sea is the best place
To be
Wondrously
Free
I track you down,
Ever so desolately
Pale skin, blue bones
Renounced
Upon
Breeze
Reeling
Tides
Humble,
Dismissive,
Tranquil
My regard is not toward the thoughts you think
I intend not to dismay your delicate appeal
Silvering opulent,
Be lenient
Even if just for the sake of yourself
Tell me so
I want to know
Tell
me
how
you
feel
Reverberating silver heart,
Come, converse with me,
Give me your gossip
Tell me your stories
I
need
to
know
how
you
felt
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
Coke tainted with whiskey,
Smoke smothered by kisses.
Oh how the world seems backwards,
When love is unrequited.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
THAW SAW ECNO MORF EHT TNORF
WON SDARWKCAB NI MY DNIM.
TAHW I SAW ECNO WON SRETTEL
DESUFNOC EFOREB YM SEYE.
LLIW TAHT ESREVER EB
A EHCADAEH OT DAER
I KNIHT I YAM DEEN A RORRIM
NI MY SEYE OT NRUT TI THGIR DNUORA.
OT NRUT THAW ENCO SDRAWKCAB IN ESREVER,
I OPEN MY EYES TO SEE WHAT IS SEEN, NO
LONGER CONFUSION, AS WHAT WAS ONCE IN
ESREVER NOW CLEARLY SEEN.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Look nowhere but within, for your spiritual highs, forgiveness and sin.
The saddest truth there is, your a commodity.
You're a consumer to the holy man who put a price on his wisdom.
And the teachings of the earth are so lost
That we pay for courses in the innate.
To know what we thought we never needed. And become who we thought we'd never be.
Isn't that ironic?
We're lost.
This human being.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:46 AM UTC
Welcome to the guide on how to write poetry.
Poems don't always rhyme
well, some of the time.
It's in plenty of children's stuff
but adults have had enough.
They
are
layed
out
weirdly
sometimes
and some are just in a long line similar to this, like you would find in a book
or pehaps with !punc?tuat'ion a^ll* o&ver;
$t"he p(l)£ace%
in CAPITALS or lower case
or perhapps with duhliburut speling misstakes.
They may have words in them
you don't understand
like antebellum or zeugma
or with words that enni yungstur ken get innit m8? Lol!
1. They can have numbers in them.
2. yehT nac eb nettirw sdrawkcab.
3. A bit of repetition did no one no harm harm harm.
Thou canst use the language of old if one wishes,
or use language that is simple, easy to grasp.
Poems
offer
exciting,
marvellous
chances to do things like an acrostic or something fancier.
Write in français, español, deutsch, dansk, italiano, polski, gaelige, cymraeg, ελληνικά, русский, íslenskur, עברית, हिंदी, 中國的, 日本の,العربية
one of those, or English if you choose.
In bold (brackets and italics too) - a dash here; use semi-colons properly as well.....don't over do the full stops or talk about silly things like purple pumpkins playing with pigeons.
L o o k.
You have some choices now.
Stick to my rules
or make your own.
To be onist, it dunt rearly mattuh.
It's a poem. Something like that.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
em dnatsrednu uoy dlouW
?sdrawkcab saw I fi
?em piks uoy dluow rO
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
companionship, not compatibility.
i have chosen immobility.
once i lived in instability but now i live
in his advice.
so water melts to ice,
my science trusts the imprecise,
thus in this world,
such comfort will suffice.
thus in this world,
that i created,
my latest, unadulterated:
i will live in shallow vice
i will allow
such comfort to suffice.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
.retsasid sdrawkcab a diova yam ew oS
retsam ot su rof stsixe ssenkaew tuB
.deyarp ev’uoy ecno retteb hcum leef dnA
dial ev’yeht shtap eht wollof uoY
.dnilb eht eusrup dna kaew eht dnuop tuB
?dniknam pleh ot enod uoy evah tahW
.ecnatirehni yppah dniheb gnidiH
ecnagorra htiw kcom dna egduj uoY
.thgin sseldne dna ,niap ,regnuh fO
?thgir s’tahw tuoba wonk uoy od tahW
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
The darkness of night consuming my body.
The elixir of morning keeping my mind awake.
Light or dark,
Cold or hot,
Busy or not,
Dreams do not embark.
T I R G
W L N
I
Me
S
D & D
R O
A W
W N
P W
U A
R
D
S
SIDEWAYS
&
SDRAWKCAB
I dreamt of a notebook.
I crashed grandpa’s car and became a crook.
I fell for a girl who died.
I lost my mother’s pride.
I
Have Up.
F
A Back
L Me
L T
E F
N I
So, L
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 8:00 PM UTC
⠀⠀⠀ we (us, earth
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ and.⠀⠀⠀your
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ grasses
) have
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀this time frozen for just you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and me
⠀⠀ today
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀come to think of it, it’s
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ w o n d e r f u l
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ b
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ u
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ t
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀what will happen
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀when
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ w
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ e
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
retrace our steps (in
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ reverse, or sdrawkcab
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀) , a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ n
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ d
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀then find that
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ we’re firmly
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
rooted in tomorrow- oh i don’t want
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀only this romantic
lovely
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
now
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
My stomach hurts rhythmically, my heart beats when it wants
I never sleep when I want to and I choose the stressful nights to try
My blood flows backwards,
I choke on my words, and my food, and your name, and the truth
I’m an inside out backwards ******* fool; I see both wheels going left when I’m not supposed to
I see your hate when I should see your love
I am my own hero and nemesis in a single comic strip
I trip on my feet, and swallow my tongue, I bite my finger until it goes numb
My ears don’t ring, they hiss
I’m not a lemon, I’m poison
I’m a mislabeled bottle of hazardous chemicals
I am something that should’ve been recalled
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
yo peep this froyo
no thanks that's a no-go
all i see is a jeep logo
in a cheap snow globe
stolen from a sleeping hobo
yo bro sooooo
you don't eat froyo?
or what.
holy ****
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
.sdrawkcaB
Everything is so backwards in my life.
When I want to move forward, I move,
.sdrawkcaB
When I take 3 steps forward, I move 4 steps
.sdrawkcaB
Forward.
Backwards.
.drawroF
.sdrawkcaB
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
P
a
s
t
Meets present
Which looks to the Future
O
n
l
y
ot
kooL
sdrawkcaB
F
o
r
Answers that were before their very eyes..
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
The time is now
If I know how
To leap with all my might
Openly trust
Myself I must
Life's acolyte
Standing Steady
At the ready
To let go of this ground
Leaning in
Trust the wind
Absence of all sound
Eyes close tight
Fear I might
Plummet to my demise
Hold my breath
Brace for death
The Illusion does belie
Backward Rules
Make us fools
The answer's in the trick
Decend to rise
Counterclockwise
A new bailiwick
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
A beautiful disaster,
Reflecting off the mirror;
A peaceful S T O R M
rolling through town;
A creative mess,
on the museum wall;
A fearful fighter,
Overcoming his anxieties;
Listening to the art,
While watching the music,
A mess born sdrawkcab;
Living inside out.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
when the image in the mirror is not familiar.
when your sleeves are long because
you're terrified if you look that your arms
simply won't be attached to your hands.
when the world looks like a bad abstract
painting and when the paint starts running.
when the frame isn't straight or even a shape
and no lines are quite straight.
when words go sdrawkcab and your
mouth refuses to cooperate with the shapes
required and the sounds come out warped.
when you seem closer and more caring
because I am capital F ****** and
the love swirls in with the pity.
when the world is wrong and not even
you
can make it right.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
if I could I would
if I could think of words
if I could touch
if I could that little moment in time
if I could remove it from time
if I could time backwards
if I could sdrawkcab emit
if I could place my finger on my eye
if I could then probably won't.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
It sits at the base of the stairs
that lead to the attic;
It sits on the landing floor just
before the basement door;
It rests in a liminal space.
Big, person-sized, it fills the end of the hall
way in the very back.
Carved by an entrepreneur de pompes funèbres with
a knack for carpentry and a deep
undying love for her husband.
Glass inlaid reveals the gears
within, once plated in bronze
but now with only a dull luster.
They haven't been treated gently
by that which they keep.
Two massive pendula swing
back and forth, back and forth, alternating
currents, propelled by springs
set in motion long before
Louis XIV lost to William III
The children like to sit and
watch the hands spin with the
pendula "tick" "tock" "tick"
as the face and hands are a
mottled bronze to match.
During Black Mass it's best not to
watch though. For sometimes a smell
emanates from the spaces between
the gears, "kcit" "kcot" "kcit" si
lla uoy raeh, dna emit seog
sdrawkcab.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Pleh em,
m'i gnisol ym dnim,
olleh,
enoyna ereht,
I sseg ll'i evael,
eyb
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC