Acrostic
Blocked
Unable to capture any kind of motivation. Nope. Today I lack creativity. I’ve tried seemingly every remedy for this. Nonetheless, I cannot shake this block.
BrettNotGregPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsAIPoem-Generator.com: Write Poems & Poetry like a Pro
Poets are natural, and poetry is something that comes from inside. I believe this is something you can’t learn if you have no passion for doing so. Poets are usually creative and tend to find reasons or clues while observing their surroundings. If I could tell you about myself, I was someone who always had the passion for writing, signing, and writing poems and poetry for loved ones. I still remember the time when I was growing up; there was no internet or smart phones, and we used to write poetry on gift cards!
James JohnsonPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsDrumheller the Acrostisaurus
Dinosaur displays from every era. Fossils and exhibits that will scare ya. Remembering an Alberta from the past, before Dinos extinction and the big blast.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published about 13 hours ago in PoetsDino Resentment
We were kings once... Roaming the lands with our heads held high indomitable beings with no fear our purpose resounding and clear
Mohammed DarasiPublished about 16 hours ago in Poets5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
Atomic HistorianPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsMe and the virgin girl
Let it be sweet. It's not about you or me. Regardless of who started, Please turn over. break down, and bunt to avoid discomfort.
Gloria PenelopePublished a day ago in PoetsEternal glow
In every moment, I find solace Held by your warmth Sheltered in your embrace . Every moment with you feels right In the quiet whispers of the night
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsFour Winds
Trumped the East seat to start, but in first game I couldn’t hustle my way out of that rusty Losing streak—informed no tax receipt for all my ‘donations’
Holden AtencioPublished 2 days ago in PoetsTIRED
Trying so hard to be a functioning human Ignoring the signs that my body has done too much Realizing that I need to pay attention but never doing so
Rene PetersPublished 2 days ago in PoetsS.T.E.P.M.O.M.
Statistically The Extra Parent Mostly Overseeing majority of the maternal Matters
K. WisendangerPublished 3 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
the whirlwind and the wildfire
he is a whirlwind - chaos incarnate - torrents and turbulence filling the air with debris that now lands in my realm, before the rainclouds form. a massive front of low pressure dragged behind his highs. but he doesn't know i am a wildfire. his winds give me oxygen to breathe, but he doesn't like the heat and his emotions rain down. stormy tears to put the inferno out. the blaze of my fury subdued. his winds have changed direction, for now. exhausted by his own friction. the earth my fire burns left to renew as it needs to, parenting inventive convenience, for the cycle must continue. but the whirlwind returns, so curious, wanting to be close, and still unaware of how he affects my wild heart of fire. so, i burn and i hiss and i glow. a climax of explosive instinct - a natural reaction, but a hazard nonetheless. and the world demands i put my fire out and block his tornadic gusts. do it or they will do it for me, before they carry on about the weather, "... what a dangerous idea for the wildfire to be so reckless with the whirlwind..."
⸘jason alan‽Published 3 days ago in Poets