A reverse poem is a poem written in such a way that two opposite meanings can be drawn from the text, depending on whether you read the poem line by line from the top-down, or the bottom-up. For example: 1.
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Blackout poetry is a form of found poetry where the poet takes a text and removes words from it, creating a new text through this act of destruction. It can be done to any text: children’s books, paperbacks, academic papers,
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The tautogram is best explained by its Greek root words of “tauto” meaning “the same” and “gramma” meaning “letter.” Basically, all words in the poem begin with the same letter. Here’s my poem on this poetic style: Whispering winding woods
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Frozen lashes prick On wakeful nights without you Love wreathed in hollies. Spring serenade flows Hapless heart twitches in vain Warm tears trickle slow. Stubborn summer spike Threatens to deice numb nerves, Birdsongs calm no more. Ah!
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My journey begins home Gathering faint beats of a scarred heart, Shuttered smiles that barely crease The portentous halo lifts in surprise. Outfit tattered, yet dignity intact My journey begins home, On obscure paths lit by acceptance Spongy shoulders
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Cloaked in gray, o’er the lit screen, sits my teenage brat, The ‘literati’, unmoved by stink of dead rat, In vain, I wrap my thoughts to know what he’s at. Nonplussed, broom and I barge in for a sanguine start
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My womb welcomes a pristine seed In sacred space that God decreed Tiny blessing from heavens freed. It’s the bloom that braved misty morn Flowering in a freezing dawn, Spring serenade in autumn lawn, I stroke the shell shielding
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The overcast skies vented their fury on Kasol, a quaint town in Himachal. Padmaja watched the stubborn drops coat the glass windows of her little cottage in the assisted living facility. A tingle of anxiety crept up her frail nerves
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Today, the last of me fell to the ground. It was inevitable. I had been standing for many months in a decrepit condition, my make-up gone, my back scraped to reveal hollow bones but I never accepted defeat. I arched
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As the gray curtains parted on the gloomy stage Tears dropped down from an unseen cage. The melancholic patter stopped the birds happy flight, But the verdant greens stood upright. I rushed out to get the first smell of petrichor,
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