Poetry Prompt 5: Acrostic
Deadline: 26 May April 2021
Please do not post before the deadline.
Sundays are always the best days to walk with herHolding hands, laughing, dreamingOf a tomorrow full of promise…full of love.Releasing our shyness as the tideEbbs and tugs us into a world whereLove lingers, passion pulsatesImaginations incubate Nothing deters us nowEach…...
My favourite thing to do Cup is ready, water is boiling, Of all the things I most enjoy doing Frothing the milk, teaspoon swirling Faster and faster the bubbles rising Egg on toast is patiently waiting Extra frothy cup is…...
Groaning from the moment the alarm rings Rushing around, busy busy busy Around the house ticking things off the list Tea, hot hot hot, wake me up! Early morning hugs with the littlies Fills the heart with happiness to the…...
Interdicting the insights of scientific scholarship Glib towards vaccines, global climate change Nonbelievers about all women’s; right to choose Opinions bursting with bigotry and hypocrisy Rejecting truth racism woven through society’s tapestry Actively shoring up status quo of inequality Nerts…...
Blasted thing! I never seem to find it Off it goes into hiding somewhere amongst the pile Outrageous, ornate, or ordinary Kaput or intact, dusty or bright Mine it is and will remain always Alas! If only I can find…...
Perhaps one day I may be a famous poet. Even though I’m shy about sharing, reality is, my fame may come after I’m gone, so, my 15 minutes may shine without me. Everlasting fame is not all it’s cracked up…...
Anoxic recollections fade into oblivion Memory wanes like a withered leaf Numbed by emotional blitzkriegs Echoing hate and hostility. Simple and mundane disappeared Into the thin air of adulthood Ageing into nothingness and nonexistence… # Read Jesmond Sharples’ work…. This…...
The sun is setting in the West Bad things have come, but they now rest Man and beast are sleepy now and through the door Comes moonlight like dreams from before. He smiles at you and sings to you, Smells…...
Flower Moon ~ an acrostic poem Full moon rising Low but climbing Over the cupola one roof away Wisping cloud music Evening imbues it Remnants of sunset as night steals the day Motion of windrise Old oak tree crown sighs…...
Many become a horde thundering across the lands Of resilient minds and strong horses Riding together through dangerous times Into the wind and out again To calm pastures and ghers United in brotherhood for all to see beyond sheet walls…...
I didn’t see it then No one could have guessed it Seeing that I always kept things to myself Emotions that I couldn’t name Creating a hole in my soul Ultimately chipping away at my confidence Revisiting those moments…...
Between the truth and the lies Reticent about the hows and the whys Oblivious to pretense’s slow poison Knocked out by soft blows of deception Exhausted stands my crutched heart …...
