Acrostic
Me 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 about 5 hours 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 about 11 hours 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 about 14 hours 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 about 19 hours ago in PoetsS.T.E.P.M.O.M.
Statistically The Extra Parent Mostly Overseeing majority of the maternal Matters
K. WisendangerPublished a day 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 a day ago in Poets Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsRiver
My first attempt at an acrostic poem - Rising tides flowing within, Inevitably swallowing the banks where Vacant lands would reside,
Joshua MaggsPublished 2 days ago in PoetsImplicit Intrinsic
And after two, deep days, Niceties flowed to the left Tenderly folding each energy In trust of betterment.
Holden AtencioPublished 3 days ago in PoetsTwin Troughs Suez and Panama Canals
Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
Rony SutradarPublished 3 days ago in Poets1984
"1984" by George Orwell is a great novel It explores a society where the government controls every aspect of people's lives. In this society, led by the ominous figure of Big Brother, individuality is suppressed, and truth is manipulated to maintain power. The story follows Winston Smith, a disillusioned citizen who rebels against the oppressive regime, only to face the dire consequences of his defiance. The author does an excellent job of imagining what ordinary people endure in a modern totalitarian state e.g. Soviet Russia in the past and North Korea today. From the novel insights I have made this acrostic.