Acrostic Declaration
(I promised I wouldn't say I loved her till we were face to face. This acrostic was my cheat on that. Acrostic? Read the first letter of each line down the page.)
I may not speak three words that tell all I feel for you:
Leaving me ball-and-chained in the race for your heart.
Or, if you will, hobbled and limping after you,
Virtually struck dumb by lack of other ways to say it:
Entirely at a loss for an alternative.
Yet, given chance and all that’s fair in love and war,
Our pact may be a little cheated with,
Under the seal of good intention.
Well, I must try it anyway and any way I can,
If sanity’s the thing I’d keep.
There is no other cure or medicine,
Help or remedy for what is bursting in me.
Ah, dear heart, be forgiving?
Lay law aside for now and
Let this poor heart have its say some way?
My Adrianna, who has cured so much in me,
You are the cause of this inflaming thought!
Help me, dearest one, to keep the pact
Every day until its term is ended.
And, if you will, forgive your servant,
Roy, who knows full well how much he
Trespasses upon your loving trust.
poem by Roy William Gotaas
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Threads Paint a Plan Neat
Kindly read notes for explanation of acrostics
Plan unshut theme tale. Warp writ scheme it seems.
Allow claims, - meet able essay's real reel.
I bead, mend, scan English in ideal spiel -
new art ideas we thread, pen novel themes.
tress respun words, wed writing's subtle gleams.
Although remade, we argue verse with zeal
Pleasured thought so maid deep poet feels,
letter read acrostic has spelt dreams
a few, sum drawn, believe - call to see schemes.
Name see housed in cross weaving we conceal.
Nomadic aims we thread, see, note, - tale reel
emerges now, wakes wit, fills in thought streams.
Art, dumb, dare meet as double lines end measure,
true leisure as my law, elated treasure.
THREADS PAINT A PLAN NEAT
External acrostic PAINT A PLAN NEAT
Vertical acrostic from H of Theme first line
HANDS HEED HANDS
Diagonal Acrostic from first letter P... PLEASURE
Word PLEASURE 7th line
Diagonal Acrostic from last letter T
Diagonal Acrostic from letter M first line Theme MEASURE
Vertical acrostic from first line warp P
PAINTED PLAN SEE
Circular palindrome from first line ALEWA tale warp
ABLE WAS I ERE I SAW ELBA
Diagonal Acrostic from letter M last line My MEASURE
Additional internal acrostics
[I See Me] MAUDE C occuring 6 times
MEET, MEET THREADS WE SEE LATE occuring twice
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16th. May 2005 revised 24 March 2009
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Why Acrostic?
Acrostic poetry
conceals a word
read it repeatedly
on every first sentence
soon you'll know the secret
the theme reveals the word
in every first letter of the line
can see who/what the poem about
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Memorandum(Acrostic Dectina Refrain)
10 letter title written acrostic in 10 lines with
syllabic pattern 1to 1o each line vertically
10th line is a refrain of first four lines
with 10 syllables
Memorandum
Mind
Ever
My sweet heart
Off life will go
Recall now your past
Avail yourself of yours
Nighted or godly harvest
Do urge to rectify counting
Umpteen your sins and their evil crops
Mind ever my sweet heart, off life will go
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Separation Soon
Stage stage succeeds to sunder what
Evolved together for a while.
Page follows page until forgot
Are smiles that once caught sunny smile.
Rage follows rage, one cold, one hot,
As end awaits a stressful trial -
Trouble bursting bubble plot -
Intense unwinds to reconcile
One to one’s lot unties love's knot.
No balm spleen calms - scene volatile
Sheds shaky sighs for baby's cot,
Or sight of Spring forget-me-not.
One rage encaged until old age
No pages leaves for sot or sage.
© Jonathan Robin – Acrostic sonnet written 30 March 1998 revised 5 December 2008
Note: There is an internal acrostic that may be read in taking either the 11th or 12th letter of each line to read Separation’s Page or … Rage
Separation Soon
S tage stage succeeds to sunder what
E volved together for a while.
P age follows page until forgot
A re smiles that once caught sunny smile.
R age follows rage, one cold, one hot,
A s end awaits a stressful trial -
T rouble bursting bubble plot -
I ntense unwinds to reconcile
O ne to one’s lot unties love's knot.
N o balm spleen calms - scene volatile
S heds shaky sighs for baby's cot,
O r sight of Spring forget-me-not.
O ne cage cage follows till old age
N o options leaves for sot or sage.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Alankar(Decor) -107
Lovely Fall (Acrostic Dectina Refrain)
10 letter title written acrostic in 10 lines with
syllabic pattern 1to 1o each line vertically
10th line is a refrain of first four lines
with 10 syllables
Lovely Fall
Light
On leaves
Vast jumbling
Enthralling heart
Lovely colours smile
Yarned of hued sunshine morn
Flashings fluorescent cuddle
As Almighty's hands extended
Lovingly to cajole the hurt hearts
Light on leaves vast jumbling enthralling heart
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Snow-acrostic- Quadruplets-nature
ACROSTIC-SNOW
Snow-clad hills invite me
Nowhere else I find peace
Obliterates all my feeling
When embraced in profound cling
ACROSTIC-SNOW-SEA
Sea alone in its vastness
Negates all my distress;
Obvious calmness prevails,
When my hairs get her kiss.
ACROSTIC-SNOW-DESERT
Sand-dun es in a vast desert,
Not a shade, water or heart;
Only loneliness prevails upon
With camel and God to carry on.
ACROSTIC-SNOW-NATURE
Somber soothing nature’s treat
Nothing else can make complete
Overt desires men cherish
With longing love and good wish.
rajkumar@kolkata
14-12-2009@Rajkumar Mukherjee
poem by Rajkumar Mukherjee
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Your Dear John Letter
When you wrote me a letter
To tell me I'm better off without you
A tear ran down my face
I wiped it away
Before I thought anyone would see
I ripped the letter in little pieces
So no one would read it
But now I wished I didn't
I have nothing but your memory now
But that's slowly slipping away
And if you died
I probably wouldn't cry about it
Because I cried enough for you
In the last couple of years
I guess when you told me
I was better off in the letter
I didn't believe you then
But now I know
That best thing you ever did
Was to write the letter
That broke my heart that fateful day
Acrostic Acrostic
A n acrostic poem,
C an be about anything,
R eally.
O f course, some people like to
S tart each line as a setence,
T hough,
I prefer weaving words into a
C reation that is more freeform.
poem by Hyoushin Akarashii
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The Beginning- Acrostic
: The Beginning 112
The beginning, well yes let us start at the beginning.
He had indeed the wisdom to write it at the start.
Ever thinking who would read it two thousand years away.
Being confident that someday the whole World could read.
Encoded script the privilege of a knowledgeable few.
God? What a chance he took, we may never had discovered.
In the beginning He created the Heaven and the Earth.
Now I understand that then it was without Form and Void
Nocturnal Darkness was on the Face of the Deep.
I understand that the Spirit of God moved upon the Waters Face.
Never one to leave it at that, It was heard then to say...
God Said.....Let there be Light.....And there was Light.
An Example of an Acrostic Verse, a tribute to Genesis Chapter1 verse 1
poem by Philip Winchester
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For My Beloved Friend
*another acrostic..the first letters of each line; the first letter of the middle syllables of each line; and the last letters of each line make up the sentence: 'I will be with you forever'
Imparted to this pathWay is your own cradled grieF.
Whilst you hide the anger Inside your concrete egO,
I still see those uncried Tears locked in your mind’s cellaR
Longing that you stop withHolding the sorrow and hatE.
Lies run along this road - Your path with no point to reV.
But my friend, I will stay On your side and never leavE.
Even if this walk lasts Until we reach foreveR.
poem by Jan Valdez
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Live-Love-Laugh (3 Acrostics)
Live (Acrostic)
Love this world and appreciate all the gifts of the Lord.
Interest yourself with HIs children at home and in far away places.
Violence is never the answer to any situation.
Empty any dark thoughts from your heart and sleep well.
Love (Acrostic)
Living a life with love is a life worth living.
Opening your heart to another is a sign of giving.
Vengeance has no place in a loving heart.
Enter a relationship with a fresh start.
Laugh (Acrostic)
Laughing is a good remedy for any illness.
Always try to find the time to laugh and feel good.
Under no circumstances allow yourself to become depressed.
Gallop away from those who want to bring you down.
Have fun and enjoy each and every day.
Written: Jan.13,2005
poem by Melvina Germain
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Spiteface
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Smashing Pumpkins - Spiteface
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Your words will one day spite your face
And another mouth will come and take its place
It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry
I will never understand the motive drive
Muck..You..Up..Muck
In a dream I wander on
To the bell tower.. writing songs
So I crumple this page, and rip it up
Never piece my broken heart to you
Muck..You..Up..Muck
Your words will one day spite your face
And another mouth will come and take its place
It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry
I will never understand the motive drive
Muck
Your words, will spite your face
Your words, will spite your face
Spiteface
Spiteface
Spiteface
Spiteface
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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(Fear Poem) A Bottle Washes Upon The Shore
A valid reason to run away is not to escape but to face it in a better day.
As time tics by and we sit and wonder why.
As if sky will never stop falling.
As the chicken even continues run without a head.
The fear of many things motivate especially death.
But when the fear is gone what is left?
What could ever be the reason in leaving that which is most loved behind?
A letter in bottle floats upon the bubbling sea.
Eventually it comes ashore to be open up and read,
But is it the same?
Even being ones own words.
Still it isn't the same as a coming face to face with many thoughts and sentiments embraced.
Like a one sided conversation where one can never argue or say your wrong.
Why because you are already gone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Polyacrostic - Jest Gest
PLEASE NOTE:
PH formatting does not permit colour coding the palimpsests thus the different layouts of individual internal acrostics can for the moment only be identified in transposing every letter onto squared paper
The surface sonnet is thus online for the record as neither the vertical, diagonal or internal acrostics nor the anagrams are visible. A formatted version is online at http: //allpoetry.com/poem/2479961
The anagrams within the text are Dear dare a red read
other minor acrostic: Jane is found 4 times in adjacent letters in the text
3 Vertical Acrostics Jonathan Robin J
Double diagonal acrostic 1 Just a smile can J offer unto the Jest
Double diagonal acrostic 2 Just a smile can J offer readers Jaunt Jest
Enjoy!
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J to J Jest Gest
Jingle verse to Jane luck's just jaunt jest.
Our expertise? - no orchestra in song,
no signature, as no fit joints run strong
as stars' graced art, for few see game addressed.
The care of each theme's wording to the test
here I spell out. Hark or read each line long.
A web admired, traced true, is set among
No word mixed Janus, your name's inset gest.
Reach soul. Oh dare to free the thread expressed.
Over all sweet sound, ends work to link, belong.
Best, ideas scan by. If thought inbinding's wrong
its warp reread in fairness, shriven guest.
Nut/kernel plan none smirk at, sense contest.
Judge, smile, hid joy glean from a jest red blessed.
26 December 2006
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Jest Gest polyacrostic sonnet poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Light By Which She Read
The light by which she read my letter
First began to flicker ray by ray.
But soon the light glowed intensely,
Such that the darkness dropped away.
The obscured pages were suddenly clear,
And every line showed openly what I meant.
As she read on the darkness broke apart,
And a graphic image formed in her mind.
The light seemed to move from page to page,
Like a humming bird dwelling on the sublime.
And as my words made her heart beat heavily,
The rhythm of her pulse continued on steadily.
Henceforth my sentiments took on their own flight,
Thus the light by which she read lasted all night.
poem by Albert Price
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The Love Letter
She wonders how to begin her letter
She knows he will read each word
Greedily for any hint of love. She knows
He will sniff the paper for any scent of her
She leans an elbow on her writing desk
And clutches her pen tight. She has got
As far as, Dear John, but then the words
Stopped coming. Before she had sat down
To write, the words flowed through her
Mind like a rushing stream, now nothing
She sucks the end of the pen. Say what
You would if you were face to face, her
Mother always said. She tries to imagine
He is there before her and what she would
Say if he was, but still no words will come
He writes to her so fluently when he writes
He always seems to know what to write
And how to put it into words. She tries again
Puts the pen nib onto the paper, gripping
The pen tighter. She reads what she’s written
Dear John. The pen moves, the words begin
To flow, her hand moves across the page
The images come into her mind as she writes
The things that they said last time they met
The things they did, she blushes slightly
That almost being caught out by the maid
In a state of undress. She pauses the pen
And sits gazing at the painting on the wall.
She looks back at the paper and starts again
The words tripping over themselves to be put
Down in ink upon a page; the images open up
In her mind, the colours, the smells, the events
The pen now stops. The love letter is written
The writing done. She looks at the words
Then she seals it in an envelope and writes
His address. She pictures him reading it: in bed
In his room, sleepy, in a state of his usual undress
poem by Terry Collett
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My poems is not Poetry
My Poems are not Poetry
Poetry rhythm is essential part
Communicative act of rhythms
Where words created music
An effect on the reader’s and listener
Words beginning with the same letter
And achieve a poetically effect.
My Poems has no rhythms
For the first time I don’t know
What to say and how to show.
Many words is not my style
Let me say, I like your smile
I don’t think I should like you,
Unfortunately I do.
I'm not sure now how to write
I lost my idea how, where words
Are used in away similar
Creating Music, where you find
Languages of rhymes
I write Prose but not Poetry
Using a regular rhythm
Where vast majority
Of languages spoken and written.
I try to be a barn, the muses were believed and inspire
I try to hard without success,
you already know, I guess.
Anyhow, it doesn’t matter
Usually I do not write
Things like this, I never tried,
for the first time I don’t know
what these lines should say or show.
Allegory, metaphor equated
Meaning lie outside the narrative
Acrostic phase when read together
Alliteration words same letter for poetical effect
Satire is a form of humour
Limerick is a short humorous poem.
And Honestly, I don’t regret
Things I did and words I said.
7. January 2008
poem by Mary Wismer
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Lonely Words...
First time on face book,
a lonely post on the wall.
First time with a poem,
a lonely comment below.
First time on chat,
a lonely sad face: -(
I hate you,
never comes back.
A stare in the eye,
never is enough.
only with lonely words,
have you read and comment.
Until those words have voice,
until the creator is seen...
This are lonely words to speak.
A lonely word like goodbye...
Like the fans spinning on the roof.
The full moon in the sky,
like a dirty sock in the boot.
This lips are lonely till they meet yours,
This arms are hopeless till they hold mine,
This voice is empty without your name sighed,
This are lonely words if I tell lies.
poem by Merlin Mwaura
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His letter.
The letter has come at last.
You have been waiting for days.
You open the envelope with
Both excitement and anxiety
Gripping you tight. His script
Is as per norm: clear, well written
With that slanting at the end of words.
He hasn’t signed with love or left
Those flying bird kisses. You see
Meaning between words, not those
He’s written, but what it was he
Meant to say, but hasn’t. You skip
Words on matters trite. You read
Deeply on the words that mention
You or how he feels. You hold his
Letter tightly between fingers of
Both hands. The page shakes.
He doesn’t say he loves you or
Speak of that night of sexual passion.
You fold the letter carefully; place
It in the pocket of your dress. You
Gaze out the window at the passing
Crowds below. It isn’t what he writes
That troubles you, but what he leaves
Unsaid that brings you now so low.
poem by Terry Collett
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Life's Karma's given light, our dream here gleams
Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests.
Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition
Acrostics to be found below – in alphabetical order:
Palimpsest: A manuscript on which more than one text is written
with earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.
I: plain text - in black
II: Complete acrostic palimpsests highlighted
poem by Jonathan Robin
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