Acrostic

Walking
I wonder the earth Haunted by memories A mental disease of unforgeting Weeping over unrealized futures Uncomfortable in every place and setting
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Burning Eye
eat the sun, eat her whole— the most powerful force in our universe, healer and destroyer . encircle her, blind her with your body—
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
Sisu
Strength Inner resilience Stoicism Unlimited perseverance *** A/N: The word 'sisu' dates back to at least the 16th century, where it appears in Finnish texts. The word ‘sisu,’ like many other words, doesn’t have a one-word translation in English; it has been agreed that 'sisu' is an untranslatable concept. 'Sisu' originates from the word ‘sisus,’ which in Finnish literally means ‘guts’ or ‘intestines.’ Some say the word ‘sisu’ explains Finland, at least the Finland of some time ago.
By Susan Fourtané 7 months ago in Poets
Situationships
Sure, we'll see each other again. I don't think I'm "ready" for a relationship. This is just moving a little too fast for me right now.
By Shelby Larsen7 months ago in Poets
Day 9,000 - I Still Have A Headache - But I Know, We Are What We "EAT", I "Know" That !?
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
By 365poetry7 months ago in Poets
The First Day Of Spring
Sweetie Pie Romance Included Nutty Guy ~~ Spring is such a beautiful time of year! Probably a favorite thing was to cook bacon
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Poets
Where the Chains Couldn’t Reach
Claim that the effects will last for generations. Where was God? The question rose like smoke from the belly of ships where breathing was borrowed
By Press Release 7 months ago in Poets
Tides of the Forgotten
Drifting alone, I trace the trembling tide. Ash-laden clouds mirror the hollow in my chest. Ripples whisper secrets I cannot speak aloud.
By Aarsh Malik7 months ago in Poets
Running Dry
Scratching across the paper My head bleeding into the emptiness Black and red Yellow oozing I can feel all that I’m losing
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Death in the Abstract
My condolences Thoughts and prayers They were patriots They died for our country Our freedoms The lies we tell ourselves
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
The Number That Saved My Life
The school courtyard was full of morning light. Students stood in long rows wearing their uniforms, waiting for the daily assembly to begin. The loudspeaker crackled softly as teachers moved around organizing the lines.
By Imran Ali Shah8 months ago in Poets
The Eye in the Mountain
People in the small village of Darin always said the mountain was strange. It stood alone beyond the forest, tall and silent, its dark cliffs watching the village like a giant guardian. Old villagers often warned children, “Never climb that mountain after sunset.”
By Imran Ali Shah8 months ago in Poets