The Acrostic Poem has been a long-standing challenge, mainly between B'Elana and PedanticBarSteward. However, we've decided to open up the idea to anyone who would like to take part, as a regular poetry challenge.

The word chosen each time is the Telegram Game's current word, so if you join in or subscribe to the telegram game you'll know as soon as it's announced. When you've completed your poem, submit it by posting to a new thread below, and we'll put the best of them together in the next issue.

Have fun!

In the coming year I dream,
Disaster doesn't rein supreme,
Each of us, may we live in peace,
A new world order; no barbed wire border,
Somehow that the madness all may cease.

In Dreamy Encephalitic Aspiring Sensation,
Demanding Experience As Supreme Inspiration,
Every Addled Selfish Interactive Delusion,
Acquiring Somehow Its Definitive Evolution.
So I Dream Eternity's Absolution.

I'm trying to think of a rhyme,
Daresay that it won't be sublime.
Eek, I need a thought!
And now I am fraught;
So the whole thing is not worth a dime!

Acrostic Poems Archive

PedanticBarSteward and B'Elana

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