"taht" poems
Eid reven nac taht eno... Latrommi ma I
Thgil eht gniruoved... Ssenkrad eht ma I
Edisni lived eht, sraef ruoy... Eramthgin ruoy ma I
Thgin yreve peels ot og uoy nehw, luos ruoy gnilaetS
Mrah yna morf uoy stcetorp taht eno... Ruoivas eht ma I
Nus lanrete eht ekil gninrub... Tghil eht ma I
Dnal esimorp eht ot egdirb a... Ediug ruoy ma I
Dnah efas ni er'uoy erus gnikam, Peels ouy sa ouy gnidrauG
Erif lanrefni eht em ni eveileb... Lived eht ma I
Erised uoy lla gnitnarg ni em etivni, eman ym maercS
Thgif ew lived eht rof htaif yb deneprahs thgil fo drows a...Legna na ma I
Thgink gninihs a, rotcetorp ruoy em otnu llac ythgimla eht fo rewop eht htiW
One may contemplate, doubting their faith,
For some reason with a little suffering they started to hate;
Easily clouded their minds with deception and lies!
That's what devils do before plotting your demise...
One may keep holding on, no matter what is thrown;
For they believe in the almighty, and the coming salvation;
A walk through hell, a test of their own will and faith
For never a moment the devil tried blinding their sight
We are our own angels and devils
With free will we live a life with choices
A path through darkness where the devil lies
A stairway to heaven where the almighty shines
You need a mirror to talk to your self
Ask something that you will not regret
What kind of person soon you'll become
A soldier of God or an army of satan...
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
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
It's not all that hard, it's so easy to learn,
Each and every one of these simple rules.
You see, I'm not even American,
But not even us Mexicans are such fools.
I know this language like I know myself,
I never laid hand on the shelf,
Where everyone placed their literature books,
Just to drop it for looks.
It's easy to remember,
Why can't you see,
English is so easy,
Or is it just me?
No.
That wouldn't make sense.
Spanish was my first language.
Yet I've come to know English better than my native tongue.
You're not North American, British, or Australian?
Alright whatever, I'll let it slide.
But really, born and raised here?
Come on, it's a free ride.
Deosnt it btoher you taht erevy wrod is speled rong?
Notice can't that you is order your wrong?
Proud to be an American, it isn't really saying much.
Cuz it lik jus syin I cn bearle evn speek such.
Yes, I think you're stupid, every time you spell wrong,
Because it's so easy to fix even a word that is long.
It makes me wonder wether your autocorrect's off?
Because that simple thing, knows each time that you're off.
Is it really so hard to put in that one vowel,
Or put in the consonant so your spelling's not foul.
Or correct the double-negative, you know it's not true,
It's easy to do, just proofread right through.
We all have the ability needed learn,
Yet it seems your ability's been placed in an urn.
You've got a big brain, so why don't you use it?
Trust me, I know, you shouldn't abuse it.
If you have pride in nothing else,
That's fine,
But it's good to have pride in the fact that you know,
YOUR LANGUAGE.
Be proud that you can communicate well,
Be proud that even the nerdiest of nerds can't use words you won't understand,
Be proud that you know how to use correct punctuation,
Be proud to know where "ph", "gh", "ou", "eau" and the silent "t" are used,
Be proud to know which words comes first, and which one comes last,
Be proud to know English, you can learn it all fast,
Be proud to know the art of words,
The art so many ancient cultures knew,
The ancient Japanese, and Romans, and even the French,
Yet America has forgotten how to use words.
Be proud to be a leader of the generation in the USA,
The generation that brings back knowing our own tongue,
So that foreigners who come don't know us better than us.
Be proud to know the beauty of language.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
Sing me a thrush, bone.
Sing me a nest of cup and pestle.
Sing me a sweetbread fr an old grandfather.
Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for you are my love.
Oh sing, bone bag man, sing.
Your head is what I remember that Augusty
you were in love with another woman but
taht didn't matter. I was the gury of your
bones, your fingers long and nubby, your
forehead a beacon, bare as marble and I worried
you like an odor because you had not quite forgotten,
bone bag man, garlic in the North End,
the book you dedicated, naked as a fish,
naked as someone drowning into his own mouth.
I wonder, Mr. Bone man, what you're thinking
of your fury now, gone sour as a sinking whale,
crawling up the alphabet on her own bones.
Am I in your ear still singing songs in the rain,
me of the death rattle, me of the magnolias,
me of the sawdust tavern at the city's edge.
Women have lovely bones, arms, neck, thigh
and I admire them also, but your bones
supersede loveliness. They are the tough
ones that get broken and reset. I just can't
answer for you, only for your bones,
round rulers, round nudgers, round poles,
numb nubkins, the sword of sugar.
I feel the skull, Mr. Skeleton, living its
own life in its own skin.
1.7k
*What goes up,
must not come down*
What is free
shall be bound
What goes round
shall become flat
what is feared
will be my door mat
What is Earth
when Earth is Mars
and what is fear
when fearing cars?
Of what do I speak?
I am whispers of cold air,
that melt your face with my despair,
Of what do I speak?
I am harsh attitude,
that gives you pleasure, and fortitude.
Of what do I speak?
Do I speak of love? life? livers? long? low? lousy? loom? lay? like? lost? lovers? power? pain? physic? knowledge? wisdom? Cats?
Tacos?
....
Squirrels!?
****
Of What do I speak
that bemoans the winds so fair?
Of what Do i speak?
that will:
Trade a book for a worm
and a worm for a sock
and a sock for a bag
and a bag for a tong
and a tong for a toe
and a toe for a ***
and a *** for some snow
and some snow for a crow
and a crow for a stove
and a stove for a grove
and a grove for a brain
and a brain for some bronze
and some bronze for some books?
Of what do I speak?
That goes left
and ends up right?
Of what do I speak,
that has a creative light,
that all shun
and turn away from.
Of what do I speak,
?this like backwards speaks taht
Ro spahrep ekil ****
Of what do I speak?
That has a language of its own
of what do I speak?
That at the sight of your face moans
"For if your face is a face, then stop giving me that face!"
...
but enough games
Of What do I speak?
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:42 PM UTC
*
turely wulod wnat to witre ye a ncie peom
but i cnnaot seem to get tehse wrods rghit
ye see all my letrets are so mxied up
resmelbin' excat wath be on my mnid
tho smeowehre i hvae hared taht wehn ineded
the fisrt 'n' the lsat lteter rhgilty palced
one salhl be albe to msaetr 'n' raed
wrdos rhgit in the eaxct crorcet odrer
ye see i srue am not taht wreid at all
tho at laset not mroe tahn any one can
wahtveer uopn to, or waht we slahl
jsut nveer be of toshe rdaey to ban
wihcveer ye siltl do not udnrtaensd
do not be of tsohe be jgudin' the man
**
..lvoe alawys...
*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 04/03/1439
**
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Surrounded by falling stars,
Walking on water in the dark~
This must be a fantasy
Starrs dropping from the sky doesn't happen too often
Walking on water just seems like something a god would do.
Is this real?
Or is this a dream?
Someone PLEASE pinch me.
I am,
Surrounded by falling stars
Walking on snow in the dark,
I was lying in my bed just a moment ago....
So, how did I end up somewhere so cold?
Only to see you in the glimpse of darkness,
Smiling a soft smile,
Wearing golden halo and fluffy wings,
Running up to me,
Holding me ever so tightly.
This is nothing more but a mere dream,
For you don't exist in this world of reality,
For you always existed in a world of make-believe
So, can we play make-believe?
And, make-believe you were real?
Because,
Someone like you doesn't exist in this life,
Someonelike you is hard to find,
So, can I just dream of you tonight?
Because you live in my fantasy,
Harsh reality threw you away,
Because this ****** up reality
Did not want to see me this happy,
So I awaited for the night to fall
Awaited for the moon to grace itself with its magnificent presence,
So I can at least dream of you,
Because you forever awaited underneath sakura trees,
That bloomed ever so darkly.
Finding you is just the cruel reality.
Because every time I look for thee,
I end up finding myself in a lost dark corner,
With no happiness nor glee.
I'm,
Surrounded by the brightness of my dreams,
Because I am only dreaming of you tonight,
Do not let me be awakened by frightful reality screams.
I don't ever want to wake up,
I am happy just leaving this fale world...
Where its is only just you and I...
For,
I am lost in a world of fantsasy,
Barely holding onto that tiny string of reality...
Falling into the world of illusions....
Wandering around in confusion.
All because
I wanted to dream of you,
All because...
I wanted to be with you.
I don't want to go back to the first stage of sleep,
Leave me be in the fourth stage of sleep,
Because all I want is this tiny bit of glee..
So please....
Just please allow me to be happy...
Yet,
No matter how much I wish to stay..
I am forced to leave this world of "happy"
I am forced to go and search for true happiness on my own...
I am thrown onto a star,
Wishing it would take me to you..
In a place very far~
Yet,
Instead it took me into a familiar room...
I'm riding on the falling stars,
Falling into a sleeping child in the dark,
Crashing onto a soft warm bed,
Yet,
Waking up feeling like I am dead,
Not dead on the outside, buy dead on the in.
I felt like I was in this far away dream,
Taken away from a cruel fate,
Wanting to escape back,
Back to taht world of happy!
Back into that world of glee~!
Yet,
Unable to escape into the wonderful fantasy,
Alwayscaged up by cruel reality,
Always knowing why the caged bird was singing..
Singing to be free....
Surrounded by falling stars,
Walking in the endless dark,
Never awaken me from this fantasy,
Allow me to escape the cruen reality~
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 4:11 AM UTC
yad a ekam dluoc I fI
noitalsnart ni tsol saw eno on erehw
!eb dlouw taht yad yppah a tahw O
dniknam sah ydalam retaerg tahw roF
kcal elpmis ruo naht
.gniwonk fo
sdnim lautum ruo fo gniwonk ehT
dlog naht thguos erom si
revlis naht suoicerp erom
dnoyeb dna raf dna
derised erom
. sevlesmeht sthguoht eht fo yna naht
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Hot dripping air
What I was doing
Was not that much rare
But something was meant to be special
Me clueless of what's happening
We all playing some stuff
But there was a guy examining
The hot driping air
He wasn't the charming one
But he got the ocean eyes
That grib my heart for seconds
And then it ached due to interests
Unaffected by my ache
Not familiar with my crush
He was still examining the air
Me being puzzled in the group
That is known for fun
I wanted to just escape some
Seconds from the crowd
The stuff that they were playing
Was truth and dare
I chose the exception this time
And got the desirable
Task was to company that guy
Who wasn't interested in stuff
Who was so rough
And acts more tough
He being considered the danger zone
Cool dudes thought it would
Be disaster
But that was all I wanted
I wanted that task and
Company the air examination
It wasn't that hard
Nor that easy
I had my guard
But I was also scared
He wasn't taht disinteresting
Yes he was exceptional
I wanted to sit a while longer
I like my friends
And he then became my friend
This is how a dumb *****
Met an exceptional boy
And he passed that smile
Which could carry me to miles
Thus meeting was cosy
And thus was how I know him
.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC
been awhile
just wanted to let somebody know
that being is doing fine
being has never felt more complete
but yet it is still incomplete
out on these tiles
finding remnants of the true nature within
where are all of the friends
so we can commence the feast
it isn't proper until everyone has arrived
and nothing will settle for less
No need to digress.
Where was the train of thought last?
Funny.
The reflection of past is foggy from the steam
jet propulsion-
scorching-
water evaporation-
writing words in the mirror to pass time
even though all the time that was had
has been burned
when will being learn?
...i tsum og ffo.. ot eht wotrednu fo eht evaw.. sgniht lliw eb rethgirb.. taht i wonk os ll'i evom no...
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
My eyes burn as I read these sweet words,
these sweet lies.
Where is the harsh melody of reality?
We are taught to pretend since birth
then when things get too real
we get scared
and lie to ourselves and others
to give the illusion that everything is okay
that we're still full of hope
that we have something to live for
and that in the end we'll al be happy.
When will we sing songs of pain?
sons of trials and hardships?
Why do we learn to lie
when we can become strong,
intelligent,
poweful,
innovative,
working to change the world so we
do not have to lie.
But instead we are taught to be scared.
Taught taht we cannot do this alone
and that dreams are nothing more than that.
We were created for amazing,
unthinkable things,
but taught so we may be easily controlled.
Sometimes I like to think about these things,
about what it would be like if we didn't lie
and operated at full potential,
but then I get scared,
scared of the horrid realization
of just how wretched we all are.
I do not like what I see,
So I lie.
Instead of changing things,
I protect myself,
Run like a dog with its tail between its legs.
I pretend that we are good and clever.
I act like I still have hope
and that when I die, I will feel fulfilled.
When I don't know what to say,
do,
or think,
when i feel scared,
When everything seems lost,
I do what everyone does...
I lie.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
Someday maybe | gnitiaw fo derit worg ll'I
As I wonder about of you | ?yhw wonk t'nod i sselpleh oS
Hear my heart that say... | ...enola lla ereh m'I taht
Of our sweet memories | yawa spils tsuj ti tsaf oS
That is here to stay, | ,emit ni eud nettogrof tuB
Of my love to you, Forever | og tel ot esoohc uoy evol ruo fo
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 3:07 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
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
standing pota the furthest star
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀six snoitcerid to tilt your heading
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a fael breaks free and takes flight
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
love sah no bearing
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it swolb without a choice
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ maps. evisulcnocni.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
oh erus they will tell you cause and effect and
all taht...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but i like to think that some things happen
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀because (yeht) happen
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
}advice for the soul that is lost
in the carnage of summer memories
melting the years together{
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
Pure souls
untainted by hate
Transcend the heavens themselves
And become stars
taht shine brighter than the sun
Glowing in the stillness
of space
They watch
as others join them
And shine a bit brighter
afterwards
In a flash of
cosmic brilliance
They burst
creating worlds where
peace forever reigns
Disappearing in seconds
they keave behind
Awe,
Hope,
and Wonder.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
Your dying to be heard, but noone will listen so here you are stuck….. With no where to go or nothing to do. your life is in your bedroom. Your whole life feels like a ****** up story without a description who knew life would be so blair. I wish I were one of those popular people that always had something to do or somewhere to go.I wish I could be the pretty girl that everyone payed attention to. Or everyone wanted to be around. I go to the bathroom getting ready to take a bath and all i can notice as i look down is all off my fat… I hate my face and image I long to look like serena or even blair to be te girl every guy longs for and every girl wants to be I hate how everyone I date tells me Im pretty maby they just say that because they want me to feel like I belong but the problem is I dont belong. Sometimes you have to wake up and face reality. maby your never ging to be as pretty as that girl who guys drool over or as skinny as the bulimic. maby your not going to be as happy as that girl taht just got execepted into harvard. But if you are that girl let me tell you something your one lucky person. Your something I will never be. Maby I will never be that girl. But I dream of it. I want to wear stylish clothes to school and do my makeup and stuff but i cant I dont want to put myself out there. I hate attention from strangers. maby one day I will be on the front of the new york times magazine maby i will be the next serena van der woodsen until then i have to wait and see what comes my way
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
~ ~ ~
Rsifafh setps
porepl the dsut
taht dfirts
bweeten the eras
Sintfig in
from pelaruse's csrut
taht hpaes
ingreod for yraes
~
Tohguh cwebobs mcok mtautriy
tehy ptcunuate the fraes
~
Wehn srorow sintgs ...
RTELIAY
~
Tehn wosidm
gwros from traes
~ ~ ~
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
My thohugts are lkie satrs
taht cnat from
a constellation.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Eject
Call Quits
snap
snap
We’re done
arguing
this is the point
nothing
is the best it could be
Do something!
click
it black
to discuss this love
on the wrong plane
invalidates urMessage
(close) your (eyes)
and send me strength
ArE()TheY()sHuT?
whisper without words
the murmurs that move me
emotional elixirs: the essence
love in purple
trust in blue
freedom in orange
color in white light
brown textures of the Earth
growing green
(NOW oPEN IT)
let love flow
into (your heart) out of
your spirit pouring endless energy
cAn YoU fEeL iT?
Touch It.
Physically touch your screen to make a rainbow.
And let It touch You.
Weep with Gaia
as Freya spills her amber tears
know all of the pain of humanity
embrace the primordial pain
and weep for all of It.
let every leaf sweep a way
Introduce Yourself
firmly fluid
heavily light
intriguingly familiar
to find everything
yaw taht
Are you OK?
I’m fine. Just go away.
How rude.
I guess I’m the sour grapes
of life.
Days of blue sky inside
blue walls
Hello
Infinite screens between me
You never read me.
No one wants to hear me.
It’s no fun to feel me.
And only I can heal me.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
I might not be a size four,
but when I dance, everyone watches.
I may not be the prettiest girl,
but when I try I am fire an ice colliding.
I may not be the happiest person,
but when I smile, just try to tear your gaze away from my face.
I should ignore your ideas on "perfection,"
I am magnificent by just being me.
And you can't tell me taht I need to
try harder
be better
or become "perfect."
Please don't try to fix me,
I'm not broken.
I am happy just being me.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
nac ouy taht sdrow eht eraweb
read, for what is the world if not confusion.
dnA you t'ond want ot get eht wrong egassem
to what your reading!!
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
I'm lonely... I'm lonely in a world full of people
I'm watching the grey sky outside
I need to get out, to be sourrounded by people, to feel less lonely
I'm intreoverted but I need people
I want to drink a beer in a bar full of people, to study them, to be able to see every line in their face, to analize their clothes, to imagine things and scenarios about them, to make them be a part of my own world. strangers are my family, my friends, my lovers.
I don't want anybody to talk to me, I want to listen to the voices in my head and hear their thoughts
They would say: that man can't be your lover, he's waiting for his girlfriend, that girl can't be your girlfriend, you wouldn't like her perfume, taht woman has too big hands to caress you...
and at the end of the night I return to my bed still lonely wondering if there would be a time when I won't be... lonely
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
There will always be a future for you
Tomorrow can hurt and can't come soon enough
Remember one thing
Tomorrow the people taht hurt you let them go
Don't take the pain from them
Be happy and be you
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
wloud yuo go for em?
I dno't maen as a somlutae
but rhater
a ditasrciton to keep teh rlaetiy aawy?
wuold you go fro me,
so I dno't hvae to go aolne?
I am araifd taht if I eemgre
all tahts lfet wlil be sikn and bnoe.
wloud you go otu for me,
so I dno't hvae to sohw my fcae
in the clod hareetd baet of scioety
and teh dlaiy trerors taht srruuond me?
wolud oyu go for em
nto as a firend
but rhater
a lveor, to hlod froveer and keep aawy the dmeons?
yuo shulodn't go fro me
I cna't ofefr mcuh of aynhting
but I'd rhater it be oyu
tahn me out tehre in the meriaatl wlord
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC