Most Commented Acrostic Poems (99)

Beauty is the essence of the experience of a
Love that is genuine, faithful and true
Inspiring the human spirit to a level that is
Supreme and filled with joy and ecstasy
Saturating it with pure and heavenly bliss

Dream a dream and make it real
Relish in how good it makes you feel
Enter through thought and peace of mind
And maybe your desire, you will find
Maybe your dream will come true

Act now for time is precious and life so short

Don't hold back, open your wings in flight
Realize that your dream is now in sight
Every dream is a desire unspoken
And in your mind just a glimpse, a token
Maybe your dream will come true

S oul with no face
O ut of my view
U nique is your grace
L and of just few

G uide me new friend
O ut of what is known
D ance me to the end
D ance me to the truth you own
E ndless is what we can do..
S oul with no face
S end me to you..

N ows here the place Joy Adams was chased
A s the lion cubs let loose followed her scent
I n haste through stores and stalls in riotous glee
R ight to her they led George he begged her to stay
O utwitted in her ploy to go she tried again to leave
B ut the lion cubs sure had other ideas and circled her
I nstead she found that no way could she leave them

written 09/19/2013

N New Year ahead of us
E Ever thought what to do,
W We must bury the past,ring in the new.
Y Year full of hopes to come true
E Evening rolls into night
A All celebrate to see the old year out
R Rallying round a bonfire,singing,dancing.


Here's to a wonderful New Year All CS poets, hope all your dreams do come true.

Deep down she floats into the murky depths
Ever deeper surrounded by the stench of decay
Before she even realises, there is only gloom
All hope is gone, only despondency and despair
Still once more she tries, one more struggle
Eventually the realisation comes to her, slowly
Death is her option, bowing her head she succumbs

*W*hen children are born it's a wonderous thing.
*H*earing it's cry opens mothering love.
*E*very new heartbeat reminds us of spring.
*N*ew life, new hope from creator above.

*A*nyone being there, around this place

*C*herishes memories, stores more to last.
*H*oarding the smile of an innocent face,
*I*nter-relating with memories past.
*L*earning to know a wind-grin from a smile
*D*eepens the contact and makes us feel great.

*I*n these deep moments we all have a while
*S*miling and cooing to try and translate.

*B*ut all the laughter and joy that we know
*O*pens in us 'cause a child made it so.
*R*ight at the start when it made our heart sing,
*N*obody questioned this feeling of love

*I*f we looked closer it would make our heads ring
*T*o know what a treasure we've got from above.

*I*n wiser moments, that sweet little face
*S*orts our soul-searching, erases our past.

*A*ll of our failings will go to a place,

*M*ended by one little smile that is vast.
*I*n one split second they cure us of bile,
*R*ages are buried and anger can wait.
*A*fter a while we just echo that smile,
*C*ured and forgetting all thought that was hate.
*L*et us give thanks for this wonder, and know
*E*very miracle child helps us grow.

The time will come
The time will go.
But you my friend
Should always know.
I'll be there thought
all the years.
And when its your turn
i'll come down and help
you fly

Can you feel my teeth sink into you, tearing your flesh from the bone.
Agony as your nerves scream out in pain, but you cannot move.
No, there is no escaping as the ropes hold you down tight onto the table.
No-one can hear you scream, only I, as I savour the taste of your flesh.

I shudder with delight because for so long I have dreamt of this moment.
Been thwarted so many times when things kept interfering with my plans.
At last, at my mercy, incomprehension, shock, horror and much more.
Laying here, spread out before me, a feast for my consumption.

Time and time again I have written
Here some words straight from the heart
I sit here, once again pen in hand
Slowly my thoughts turning, to write this poem
I know not yet what words appear
Some run, some drag themselves on paper
And then I see some sense they make
Reeling, tottering, rolling all around
Every word that my pen does write
Allows this poem to near it's end
Laughingly you look at it
And say, ' well he's at it again'
Challenged me, well challenge met
Right now I'm wondering I did it why?
Only thing that I can think of
Satisfaction for job well done
This has finally reached it's ending
I leave you to judge my work
Challenge has been met