Acrostic

Burnt
Ricocheting off the calendar Overbooked and underpaid Lunch hour, worked beyond Luster dulled for corporate cake + Tasks left incomplete
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-3
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-2
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Antelucan
Antelucan - the time before dawn and daylight My Connection - Many people will already know this, but I have trouble sleeping and often I am awake when it's still dark and see the sunrise and dawn. I had not heard of this word before researching for this challenge, but love that there is a word for this period of time that so often is a big part of my day. Often my wife, Ruth, who doesn't sleep well either, will be up then. While we may not have the deepest of conversations or do anything significant and I would much rather we slept well, I appreciate those hours together when it's just us before our boys are awake and before the day starts. Everything is so quiet in those times before the dawn - peaceful and beautiful.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
9/16/24
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Aboulomania. Top Story - September 2024.
Aboulomania: great indecision and an inability to, or difficulty in, making any kind of choice in a person's daily life My Connection: While I do not have the clinical disorder of aboulomania, I am notorious among friends and family for my "decision exhaustion". This state typically sets in after a long day of teaching during which so many decisions were made from great to minimal importance and every level in between. Once the exhaustion sets in I am nearly incapable of making the smallest decisions. What to eat for dinner? What to watch on TV? Whether or not to walk the dog? Which Vocal story to read? I just can't.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Poets
Imaginn
my love language is totaly different i have my own world of imagination where my favourite people lived where i can do every thing
By zizooabout a year ago in Poets
The Inner Voice
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
By The Big Bad about a year ago in Poets
The Masked Girl
Behind the mask she wears each day, Hides a soul too brave to say. Her smile concealed, her eyes alone, A world of feelings all her own.
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Heart
Tears fall in silence, a language unknown, Each drop a story, a pain we've outgrown. They carve paths on faces, etching the past,
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Fourth Acrostic
Damn it all, let us have this last dance with the dark! Under an umbratical umbrella, his Shadow wing shields your scapula, my palm to it plastered. We swallow each other's smiles while stars spin, sparkle, and twirl in tandem. Our own, our one
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets