Last Commented Acrostic Poems (99)

A-Autumn is saying goodbye to hot sunny sun

U-underneath a cold blast stands ready to come

T-thanks are due for this years weather

U-unbridled a beautiful time we had together

M-mother earth has blessed us this year

N-now to hold the memory dear

I- I love poetry


L- looking through poems

o- orally spoken in the pub

v- versus reading alone

E- excepting the different forms in poetry


p- people nodding and laughing

O- on open mike nights

E- enfolding friends together

T- to enjoy the fun and adventure

R- reading poems out loud

Y- your are all invited

A s I retreat
..................inside my shell,
L ost I sigh
..................beside myself,
O nly me in
..................my own hell,
N o one to
..................beseech for help,
E mptiness is
..................where I dwell...

H ighly valued human emotion
A ptly desired by everyone
P leasant joyful feeling
P lus overall well being
I mbuing us with gladness
N ourishing our spirit
E xcluding all sadness
S eeking to enhance our existence
S uch is the magic of happiness

Hey there are you from your house and the people that are your parents house is my daughter lol that. The little boy who had been very sad these couple of days ago and the people that are your parents house is my daughter and the people that are your thoughts about this and the lives with her family and friends and the people that are your thoughts

Now is past a century or two
since I have lurked these shadows
of the many who had used to be
as present kin foreshadows.

This one marked with neither name nor rose
is where I used to cower
when I aptly chose this borough free
of any men of power.

Is this just to be another place
of processed poisons purely
pumping at a pace for picky me
to pull so prematurely?

What I've longed for is an essence that
of which now only cleanest
when a meal is at the age of three
and toxins are the leanest.

I would never waste my single chance
in days of horse and carriage
so to hide and prance around a lee
for snacks or to disparage.

Call it what you will and what I am
you reader of a brutal
lot of skew and scam with history
that makes your living futile.

Food is what I crave as you are well
aware and comfy knowing
that you found it swell you'll never see
my coming nor my going.

F reely sharing your beauty in
L ovely shapes and colours as you
O pen up your precious buds
W hen each one is ready to
E xhibit Nature's glory in a
R ange of shapes and sizes in a
S plendid display of her artistry

Lonely nights when I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Over and over I pray and hope, will tonight be the night, but still I stare.
Silently time marches on, a faint crack of dawn, night’s almost gone.
This night was lost, waste of time, maybe next night, something to act on.

In the night where dreams hold sway, is there hope, I can only pray.
Noises muted, faint sounds of song, somewhere a party, just go away.
My eyeballs ache, there’s pain behind, pressure building, too much to bear.
Yet still I linger refusing to quit, while all around me there is only despair.

Every song sounds the same, tears spilled and memories of loss.
My life is over I now believe, burden I must bear, this is my cross.
Only now I realise, while it’s there you never care, this loss so great.
Tears to wipe to hide the pain, hide the shame while I sit and wait.

I hear a siren in a far off distance, the sound of train, a banshees wail.
Old songs from memories past, bitter sweet recollections my mind assail.
Nightly now I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Still I pray and I hope, will tonight be the night, to end this nightmare.

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.

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