Acrostic

Eclipse
Each rotation I make around our star, Crystallises my ambitions and dreams, Learning and perhaps growing wiser, I make the same pledge to myself,
By Ellie Mayze2 years ago in Poets
Nails and Blood
Enshrouded in darkness the sun did hide, Covering the promised land where the saviour died, Looming shadows of the nails where he bled,
By Leo Dis Vinci2 years ago in Poets
The Eclipse
Each 6,585.3 days or more than 18 years, a miracle occurs as the moon is hidden by Earth's hug, Then the Darkness and brightness runs in a comic quest.
By Nono Fabrice 2 years ago in Poets
I Blame You, Moon
Empress of twilight and beyond, you’ve outstayed your welcome. Come alone, I asked you, yet you brought the night– libertine, fluid, and turbulent, swirling eddies through my voids, which were not for its blackness to fill. My silences were not your invitations.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse of Epiphany
Eating my way through the day. Climbing my way through life. Longing for something more. Interesting events are now unfolding.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
Red eclipse
Exhales of cold mist, float above the ashes of a broken palace Crows in black clothes, feed on the sadness of a lost promise
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
Mr. Sandman
E nter, Sandman. C ourt me away from L istless days and I nsomniatic nights. P lease, dim the lights as you do. S hade my skies for
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Incomplete
ever felt incomplete crying out for that missing piece lost to the vast universe, hidden within its umbra? I have peace eludes me
By B2 years ago in Poets
Our Shadows
epidemic of the worst kind; humanity's negligence can we not see the shadows we cast on the world? looking down but never actually receiving
By B2 years ago in Poets
Seven Hours
Even now, I cannot possibly have more to write, right? "Last call, wrap it up!" and yet I continue typing away frivolously.
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets