Category: Backward Poetry

Elvis Lives Across the Lane

His eyes are white, his hair is green
His nose and ears are super clean
While walking on his fingers weak
He never permits his mouth to speak
He buys books at the garment shop
At garment shops he books a mop
He gets paid just one time a year
And he lives his life in no fear

With the Lord, You’ll Get All

God bides in such a world, my soul supposes!
World that’s a million times larger than ours…
Thank God, be happy, ponder the world
Where orbs are gardens with flowers…
If you want to trod that world
Live the life here fully.
Do repent your sins.
You’ll get back life.
With the Lord,
You’ll Obtain
All.