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L** oves to play on the computer

A lways humorous

U nique in every way

R unning, jumping, tumbling at gym

E xceptionally bright

L earner
In Acrostic poems, the first letters of each line are aligned vertically to form a word. The word often is the subject of the poem.

Note: This is not my own poem, this is just an example i got from this cool website.
(http://schools.pinellas.k12.fl.us/educators/tec/Tondreault/Kinds.html)
i'm sorry
i never meant to break your heart
i know i have never been so smart
but when it comes to this i'm a sucker
i'm best at bottling feelings and keep it under
i want to apologize but i'm just too selfish
i know for this fame and fortune i'll never relish
i'll take back all those insults and swear words
but please help me get these tangled feelings unfurled
i want to change, like you're telling me to
chase these bad habits away into the blue
all the bad things you say i'm made of
i know it's true but you i do love
i wish you could read my mind
so you'd know i love you and that i'm not fine
but i would never find that courage
to deliver to you this message
i'm sorry
mom
I'm starting
to forget
your sweet voice.

The way
you laughed
and the way
you made
me feel.

Like I
was special
and the most
beautiful flaw
in the world.

I'm starting
to forget
the moments
we shared
and the love
that i felt.

I don't
remember you
as clearly
as i used to.
At least you and I both have something in common
it's been one hell of a year
I've worn the seasons
under my sleeves
on my thighs
and running down my cheeks
this is what surviving looks like

it's been one hell of a year
I feel this next one will
be full of
surprises around
every curve
and that's why I'm scared
this is what being alive is like

it's going to be a hell of a year
there's so much to do
so much I've done
and I don't know
what to expect
but im excited
this is what being better is

a promise of a better future
*guaranteed if you work for it
I know it's nearly February now but idc, I wrote this at the end of last year and have decided to put it up now
everything was new

and then we,
cursed
were trapped -
not in hatred,
or spite

but indifference.

please wonder.
I'm happy* says my smile
Couldn't be better says my eyes
I'm great says my voice
So content says my sigh

I'm tired says my heart
Can't sleep says my mind
I'm broken says my soul
I'm breaking apart and ready to resign
Barefoot, blistered and bleeding
She wanders in from the street
People stare, flabbergasted
Very odd, unheard of in fact

She doesn’t know her size
So like Cinderella, she tries them on
Randomly selecting pretty colours

Silvery, glittery heels
She twirls for the mirror
Sales assistant sighs
Wellingtons for the garden
If she had one!

Satin ice skates
She would glide on the icy pond
Pretty sandals
To feel the sand between her toes

Boring, black brogues
Perfect!
With no pennies in her pocket
She wanders back to the street
Barefoot, blistered and bleeding
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