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Jenie Aug 2020
Fog
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fuming the windows
over droplets descending
god's sorrow leaking

frosty winter's night
owning summer's last tendrils
grey condensation

- 5/7/5 acrostic, water dripping down a foggy window
Ropa Jul 2020
It’s fragile...but don’t let it’s fragility be mistaken for gentleness.
Neither can you take it as a strength.
Surely, it’s most definitely my weakness.
Except when it hurts the ones I care about the most.
Careful...what you say might trigger it.
Under no circumstances can you awaken the beast.
Run? How I wish I could
In the light of day, or the darkest of nights.
Tears and broken hearts is what it leaves behind.
Instant stains of black blood left on my hands.
Exceptional, fantastical, radical hurt.
Sadly, unfortunately...it’s bound to hurt,
pea Jul 2020
W hen the silence comes to haunt me,
H ere i am, lost.
Y ou promised.

C omplicated’ they say
A word to describe.
N obody trusted me as you did
‘T oday,not tomorrow’ you begged

I ’m waiting.

F or once, I wonder “is this
O ver?”
R ealizing my mistake, I
G uess I can’t listen to you
E ven your promises.
T oday, just another day..

Y oung and reckless, just like the
O ath you broke
U nlocked, I spill.
an acrostic poem <3
have a great day/night!
also not my best work :(
QuincyMHolland Jul 2020
Superior equals amount
A
lternative absolutes overarch
Modern equivalents amount
E
ssentil particulars praise
history
jia Jun 2020
maybe you don't really care at all
indeed, I'm one to blame
end this to forget the fall
lost is myself from all this game
come right back.
Miranda Renea Jun 2020
Genuinely here, one sees this
Beautiful reality everywhere; and then heals
An acrostic poem in which the first letter of each word spells the title.
MDtheWordsmith Jun 2020
Lessons always being learned
Ill prepared we begin this test
Failure at every turn
Experience our only guide
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