Acrostic

Oh, moon
Every now and then I fall apart. Oh moon, comfort me how you comfort the mourners. Let me bury my burning face in the darkness of your shoulder. Oh moon,
By Ava Mack2 years ago in Poets
Happy Rex Manning Day
Empire Records begins on April 8th, Celebrating washed-up popstar’s newest album. Meanwhile, Lucas, amidst the chaos, explains to Joe the essence of faith.
By Aaron Richmond2 years ago in Poets
𝔼 ℂ 𝕃 𝕀 ℙ 𝕊 ℂ 𝔼
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕤𝕥 those cosmic 𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 goes unseen 𝕊𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘ly 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣Lane over 𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕔 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤 —𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒ç𝕒𝕕𝕖s’ faded regime
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Poets
A Celestial Dance
Entwined in shadows, the sun surrenders its glow, Casting obscurity over the world below. Luminous radiance dimmed by the moon's embrace,
By Twyla2 years ago in Poets
Betrayal
even after all I've/we've been through - the blood, sweat, tears, pain, betrayal, sorrow and regrets cold realities, hard truths and uncomfortable admissions of guilt
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Rock And Roll Eclipse
I just thought that the letters of the word "Eclipse" was the first name of so many rock and rollers that we have lost, so an alternate take on the challenge.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
ECLIPSE
Evil is something I know all too well. I know it looms over the Earth like a deadly disease. Catastrophe follows in her wake and darkness. However, I also know that where there is darkness there is also
By Lindsey Altom2 years ago in Poets
Wonder
Equal my wonder Come into my arms to see me as I am Luxuriate in this divine rapture Invite me in and for a time Pretend your dark
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Passing. Top Story - April 2024.
Every passing moment grew darker until Clouded, obscured, your life force receded Love never felt so without purpose, unneeded
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
A GOOD UNFOLDING
Everyone is writing about the moon Can we just pretend that the sun won't come up for a while Let's make love in ways only writers know and others only dream of
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Poets
painted over
each prospect of time (cyclical, linear, parallel, frozen) made sense when I cut my hair so you could cradle my skull and I started wearing glasses
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Poets
Love Expired
I know it's a vile chimera; clinging to a broken dream, That because of your photos It's still alive in my fridge. If time wanted it that way,
By Writing For Me2 years ago in Poets