Acrostic

Home
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Uncaged
Am I worthless? Because I don’t play by the rules? Caring every second of every day, Draining me completely. Exhausted and shattered.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Poets
A to Z of something or nothing
Amazing horizons all around us Bestilled between giant concrete jungles Catching the daily and nightly red bus Devilishly a witness to bungle
By Some Guy2 years ago in Poets
Nairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
For the Love of God
Accoladed for ignorace, beasts dance in droves. Cabarets celebrate the destruction of peace and hope. Erring on the side of
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
Justifying why.... Top Story - January 2024.
Another attempt at Birthing my Creations comes crashing Down. Eye to eye with Ego, For every Great conception He has
By Abby Kay Mendonca2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Worthy?
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your Word is Your Wand!
A poetic tribute to Florence Scovell Shinn Being that life is a game you want to win Creation is your power - strong is your bond
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
her last supper / my first bite. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
Actually, when I was born, my parents lived in a small house: cheap enough for the size and the way the cars drove by like stormchasers, but
By Dane BH2 years ago in Poets
Searching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Art of being alone
Once, in a quaint town, lived a woman named Emma who cherished the art of being alone. Far from loneliness, she found solace in solitary moments. Emma spent her weekends wandering through serene landscapes, sketching the beauty around her.
By Lincoln VR2 years ago in Poets