Acrostic Thread

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Thanks to @Tzara for his post the Thread of Forms. This thread is for Acrostic poetry

An acrostic is a piece of writing in which a particular set of letters—typically the first letter of each line, word, or paragraph—spells out a word or phrase with special significance to the text.



Loving her freely.
Ease in my skin.
Soft moments matter.
Bodies align perfectly.
Intimate whispers.
Authentic self.
Navigating us.
 
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Here's some old ones of mine:

Acrostic Cinquain

Let not
Our errant cries,
Vain moments in this night,
Erase tomorrow’s clarity.
Regret.
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Acrostic 2006

Moonlight snow seems fictive. Such lacy deception
You forget when kitchen light pools safe
Territory for gingerbread, hot chocolate
Ever opposite from winter beyond the door
Rushing wind past the deck, the twelve icy steps.
Remind me, my love, it's not food or thermostats.
Your arms, my nose tickled on grey chest hair--
I can drop fear like mittens, rub on your skin,
Let everything fall to forgetfulness. Our quiet
Offerings of peace, a cup of swallows shared
Vespers our prayers in whispers, even breath
Eventually matched in sleep, restive pillow talk,
You turn, I scratch your back on the secret spot
Only I can reach to hear you sigh and murmur
Understanding that needs no word. Our world
Solid and shifting in and out the door, loss and
Our return magic in three rooms beyond the snow
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Acrostic Sonnet for a Friend

It seemed a hapless task, a month of days
To flow my thoughts freely or have them rhyme
However I chose, paint them for our plays:
A numbered cache of words, and there was time
Neither for epic nor edit, only
Knowledge that for each poem I give my muse
Your name, whisper incantations, lonely
Offerings: Neo, Eos don’t refuse.
Upon my soul I want simply to write
Just for another day, give me one poem,
Allow me my imagination’s flight.
My needs are humble: poetry’s my home.
I thank you Jamis for this daily gift
Soothed weary workadays, gave spirit lift.
 
Sensimilla you leave me
mulling under your slender stems
in scented sensations of your
lullaby flowers at peace
laughing with me
inhaling you through my toes-
nothing including the day
growing before me seems important right now.
 
Binky boy attacks.
Unraveling yarn balls.
Ripping curtains down.
Gleefully destroying furniture.
Escaping our rage.
Rapidly hiding everywhere.
 
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