Acrostic
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsRiver
My first attempt at an acrostic poem - Rising tides flowing within, Inevitably swallowing the banks where Vacant lands would reside,
Joshua MaggsPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsImplicit Intrinsic
And after two, deep days, Niceties flowed to the left Tenderly folding each energy In trust of betterment.
Holden AtencioPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsTwin Troughs Suez and Panama Canals
Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
Rony SutradarPublished a day ago in Poets1984
"1984" by George Orwell is a great novel It explores a society where the government controls every aspect of people's lives. In this society, led by the ominous figure of Big Brother, individuality is suppressed, and truth is manipulated to maintain power. The story follows Winston Smith, a disillusioned citizen who rebels against the oppressive regime, only to face the dire consequences of his defiance. The author does an excellent job of imagining what ordinary people endure in a modern totalitarian state e.g. Soviet Russia in the past and North Korea today. From the novel insights I have made this acrostic.
From the River to the Sea
From the river to the sea, Roar masses all over the world, Exasperated by eyes blind to suffering, Eager to witness the end of the genocide.
Kenny PennPublished 2 days ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2024
Where the fault lies
An acrostic piece for my poem-a-day challenge that has become more of a poem-mostly-every-day thing. It is what it is, lol!
Heather HublerPublished 2 days ago in Poets The Tale of the Enchanted Reflection
In the serene suburbs of Willowbrook, where the streets meandered amidst canopies of ancient oak trees and the homes nestled harmoniously in their shade, a quaint antique shop named "Mystique Curiosities" stood as a beacon of intrigue. Its weathered brick façade, adorned with tendrils of ivy that seemed to whisper secrets of forgotten times, cast an enchanting spell on all who passed by.
"Toy Dinosaur"
"Toy Dinosaur" By Bria Blauvelt Terrible lizard is what the ancients knew me as. Of course, the real me couldn’t make any friends.
Autumn RainPublished 3 days ago in PoetsUnconventional Hero
Helping hands of Eternal heroic symbols Radiant with kindness Offering peace
Yasemin Yiğit KuruPublished 4 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 days ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 days ago in Poets