An acrostic poem is a poem in which the beginning of each line starts with a letter, and the first letter of each line spells out a word (which is related to the poem’s subject topic).
Create your own acrostic poem and post it here! It can be about any subject you wish – your name, your hobbies and interests, etc. Good luck!
Dissolving light…
Expanded eyes, dilated dreams,
Loosely held by opening seams,
Unaccustomed to the glow,
Duped by all the pomp and show,
Enraptured…but not quite.
The relation between the word and the poem’s subject is somewhat thin, or subtle, speaking euphemistically. It’s there, but you realllly gotta wanna see it!
Leftover stars which rot in the night sky
Untangle to form a bug-like constellation
Crawling Beatle near Orion
Your illusion is my allusion
Wow, sorry, I meant, “does that mean you don’t like, are confused about, my acrostic”? I don’t even speak proper English anymore!
As for your question – never! :)
Wow, that was an emphatic “never”! The only reason I asked that was because it sounded kinda “spacey”, bordering on psychedelic. I thought Lucy really is in the sky :)
Anyway, I guess we’re digressing here. Shall we continue with the acrostics? I can’t think of much right now. Why don’t you start another one and I’ll take it from there.
Here’s a little ditty, a joint effort between MayMay and I:
Lessons blooming in the hub
Exams no more a student’s curse
Acuity of mind, inspiration of thought
Reading, believing; the fervour to write;
Nocturnes in India flow into Canadian daylight
Hovering over the sky, a new breadth of knowledge
Utilization of streaming ideas
But, alas, who can I trust?
Alright, here’s another one. The beginning of each sentence adds up to spell “postcard”.
Prickles sending toxic nerves
Often I dream of you
Sickly nightmares tell of your travels
Taking photos of your trips
Carried thoughts float fakely by
A stamp and smile and sigh and cry
Realization of
Dreams to come.
Frightfully nimble, limbs asunder
Unabash’d and uncover’d, you surrender
Circumference of Day, half transpos’d
Kaleidoscope of Night, I half remember
Your every note, a song to sing
On ragged breath, you take to wing
Under Spell I am, and above Ev’rything
That’s okay, I always appreciate exercises in creativity and the Ogden Nash reference. Well, at least now I know one more word in Hindi…
Pieces of cardboard
Orville Redenbacher
Please turn off all electronic devices
Oink Oink, the pigs shout
Ruling us with dogs as kings
What’s twice the answer
Emmanuel, to life the universe and everything?
Love tried, to conquer all and break these chains before
Love died and left us all, will two plus two make four?
Rambunctious ramblings resound
Ostracized for being pleasure-bound
Careful with that axe, Eugene
Knowledge is not always the same as sound
Nether the surface lies the dirt
Run into all sorts in this line of work
Ostentatious, outcast or ordinary
Lazy, lewd, or just plain hurt
Let it play, I say
I really liked the “Chess” and “Orwell” ones. You guys are great at this… :O
Decomposition
In media res, I find myself waiting
Rid the dregs of your bed
Toss em six feet under
Spied upon the simple fool Jorge
And made a deal with the devil today
“Teach me, if you, to play them drums devil
Ah’ will forever be your slave I will!”
Now devil smiled and ate him whole Ho! Hey!
Iambic Pentameter Limerick Acrostic! Cross posting, here I come.
Sail forth and find the man’s sole isle
Mere salvaged forms of a trash pile
In haste, ‘tis rubbish, sad and vile
Living on a back-up file
Ends their hopes for you to smile
Kites flew, pockmarking the sky
Under dragons bellies, did warriors cry
Ninjas hid amidst farts and excuses of bushes
Great mists descended to unite heaven and earth
Furious chopsticks clashed in a battle for dumplings
Utterly useless the ensuing tale, action lively nevertheless
Do you recall that simple rule of thumb?
Existence is cogito ergo sum
Senses are weak, perception may deceive
Creator exists if it you conceive
Accept only that of which you are sure
Reason however can’t reason endure
The mind is simply imperceptible
Even though it controls the tangible
Sir Newton should thank me not the apple
@Avinash and @avicster: Great job! I don’t think I could ever make an acrostic as good as those ones.
Supersaturation of these crystals
Navigate the air like soft white pistols
Over the snowy Kilimanjaro
Would they care if there was no White Christmas?
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