Acrostic

every time you fall
Every time you fall, I Catch my breath and then remember to give you what you need Lightening your load or making life easier for you doesn't challenge you
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Echos in Darkness
Echos collide, leaving nothing but strangled silence. In the aftermath, in that momentary space, peace tentatively smiles.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
In Totality
Entire personhood is a thing ever obscured, Closed off by the many moons lived in fear of self, and other; yet Look into another soul's eyes: their
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
COOL HIP WIRED
Everyone has their morning routines. Coffee naturally starts their day. Like, it's cool and hip. I, on the other hand, have to
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse’s Visit
Everywhere it is dark, the sun goes on a trip, Creating chaos, making folks flip. Lunatics howl and claim it's the end, In reality, it's just a cosmic trend. People gather, their eyes to the sky, Solar glasses on, ready to spy. Even the birds seem a bit perplexed, Squirrels run around, feeling vexed.
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Effervescent. One Call from her red lipstick, white teeth, and crooked smile Lie to me about the future, though I intend to surpass the strong feelings in my memories
By OneWithPen2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Echoes reverberate as the Champion raises his right arm Loud cheers enchant the gladiator Instilling in him the thrill of battle
By OneWithPen2 years ago in Poets
ECLIPSE
Everywhere you look, people are standing in the park gazing at the sky awaiting the miracle. Cops stop traffic and join the throng, standing outside their cruisers staring upward.
By R.R. Michaels2 years ago in Poets
Soothsayers
Eager millions Crowd highways, Looking to the sky In desperate hope for Purpose, meaning or a Sign, but will remain
By Meagan Dion2 years ago in Poets
Fraternal Twins. Top Story - April 2024.
Extraordinarily rare and breathtaking Concealing each other and combining as one Lunar and solar, the twins we have come to admire
By Lizzy Gabrick2 years ago in Poets
We'll Soon be Dust
We savour the palpable silence, save the tinkling of ice upon glass. All is quiet... but what of the tension that sparks the night?
By real Jema2 years ago in Poets
Angelic Energy
Elijah, my son, is autistic Chaos clashes with calm during sensory overload Low glow becomes blackout when illumination takes over
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets