Acrostic

Crouch
Creating way for upper movements Repositioning my body to be uplifted Opening my heart to new abilities Using strength to obtain the goal
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
The Ballad of JR Biden
"Lying about expenses on a personal tax return, or drug use on a permit for a gun that was never used, isn’t in the same league as Trump inciting a violent mob to attack the U.S. capital. Nor is it anywhere near Trump asking a state official to find 11,000 votes to rig an election, decades of business and financial fraud, a jury finding of sexual abuse and defamation, or staggering emoluments from foreign governments" (Salon, Haake, 12/09/24).
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
Another World. Top Story - December 2024.
My mind opening and closing as it blinks awake My eyes drawing in the cool morning air Smells of another world fill my lungs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Mistletoe
May your Christmas be serene. Ignore the Scrooges in your daily scene. Savor Santa’s magic like a tall Irish stout. Throw holiday cheer like a sparkling shout!
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
I Am A…
I Am A Poet. Putting words on paper Opening my heart Evoking emotions Therapeutic writing I AM A WRITER. Willing to share my darkest secrets
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse of Shadows and Significance
Enter the night sky, dance with the bright star, encroaching as the tiger is, hidden the dragon will be. Eliasson, the little sun—"Every once in a while, there is a moment in your life, which stands as a marker for something significant. A time of change and evolution or devolution."
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Tinsel Time
Moments of joy are temporal, but so are moments of sadness.-Michelle Liew This is for Poppy’s Prompt #12 **************************
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
No Toss— In Chaos?
I have some mild anger issuesWhen I cry don't you dare offer me a tissue! I grit my teeth when I am flushedDon't try to make me laugh or blush
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Mistletoe
There once was a maiden who picked mistletoe with its berry, Then she hung the bouquet from the ceiling quite merry. It brought great cheer and much delight,
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Passion
She has a grip on me That most can’t see The stranglehold of ecstasy Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Friends First
You gotta be my friend first If you want anymore Otherwise it’s the worst Anything otherwise Is a relationship born in a hearse
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Nativity
Nothing says Christmas like our fading nativity, Another year unpacking it gently, looking into fragile faces as familiar as my own family.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets