Acrostic

Mother Earth Surrenders
Mother Earth Surrenders Mother Earth has tried so hard, To keep things on the straight And narrow. But the Earth is crumbling day by day, And the cowboy still fires his bow and arrow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
Mama
L ightning speed, she never fails to arrive. S leepless nights, only she will recognise. P ours her heart and soul, without being told.
By sushii3 days ago in Poets
𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜
R eceptivity engaged E motional safe place C alm and slow A lways cognizant L earning to receive I n all, honesty B oundaries for healthy
By Colleen Walters6 days ago in Poets
Meaningful Work Day
Most days we need someone in our household for work that makes money Each day helping the family to survive and thrive An alternative is work with no pay
By Seashell Harpspring 7 days ago in Poets
Inner Thoughts
Everything can’t be about pain Managing up a more positive thought I don’t wanna and I ain’t gonna Listen, it’s my own poem, not the readers
By L.I.E8 days ago in Poets
October - A becoming
O n the threshold of change, I pause and breathe, C ollecting memories like colours on autumn leaves. T ime awaits patiently of all what I have yet to be, O ld hopes awaken, setting something free. B eneath the fading light, new paths appear, E ach ending holds a beginning drawing near. R enewed by the seasons, I welcome what is here. October 2026
By Susan Fourtané 10 days ago in Poets
Complicated
C hurning with quiet thoughts, O bserving the world through a sensitive lens, M ade of many different chapters, P rotecting a deeply sentimental heart. L oving fiercely and without apology, I ndependent in how I see the truth, C hallenged by critics but standing firm anyway, A lways finding beauty in the ordinary things, T raveling down my own unique path, E ntirely real, flaws and all, D efined by nobody but myself.
By Gail S.10 days ago in Poets
October - The great departure
O chre leaves drift down through the thinning light, C ool winds scatter summer's colours from my sight. T hrough fading skies, the birds trace their way, O ver forests turning gold, they leave the day. B are branches tremble as the north winds blow, E ast and south, the restless wings must go. R esting earth awaits beneath the falling snow.
By Susan Fourtané 10 days ago in Poets
𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖
L yrical heart O pulent soul V ivacious mind E cho of heartbeats D ared to feel . 💚
By Colleen Walters14 days ago in Poets
Life of An Addict
It is difficult to explain to a person your desires, For the rush of a stimulant, It eats you up inside and never backs down,
By Tambourine Man14 days ago in Poets
Orange and Red
Orange and red are its colours; pumpkins burgeon, swollen with seeds Carved into lanterns soon, but not yet; cut up for pie, soon, but not yet
By TheSpinstress 14 days ago in Poets
𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘
T emptation 𝕝𝕠𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 A daptive 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔢𝔰 R ed circles between ｂｌｕｅ G odliness p⃟r⃟o⃟f⃟e⃟s⃟s⃟e⃟s⃟ while E nemy r̶e̶d̶r̶e̶s̶s̶e̶s̶
By Colleen Walters14 days ago in Poets