Acrostic
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand.
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand. Turn water into glass for me, if you can, Or cleanse this mirror of its rust and sand.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
The Fibro Curse
Fibromyalgia Strong (acrostic poem). Fibromyalgia pain, unbearable at times Is only good for turning in to rhymes Bending is a problem with pain throughout Regular twitches and spasms of doubt Obnoxious frenemy causing woe Morning stiffness from head to toe Yawning constant every day Aggressive and hard to keep at bay Ligaments, tendons, muscles all sore Gastro tracts feeling poor Insomnia making for sleepless nights Anxiety, depression, memory fights
By Paula Rowlandsabout a year ago in Poets
On the socioeconomics of being humane
The socioeconomics of humanness lies in the beauty of balancing the aspects of togetherness and isolation. In a world where life coincides with the duality of forces, oscillating between the forces of light and dark, beauty and hate, love and hatred, birth and death, humans are the most endearing and detrimental beings ever to exist. The prowess of intellect and communication, with the stellar mind that created the strides of evolution and lapses of civilization, is undeniably the most striking aspect of what makes humans the most resilient beings of them all.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
