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!

Editor's note on this acrostic issue:

Things were pretty slow the first part of this week, as poetasters were obviously too busy swimming, barbecuing, and staring at heavenly bodies to come up with poems.

Finally, one lame verse showed up, inspired, no doubt, by nudging on the part of the editor.

Then things heated up – yes, darn it, that pun was intended, you should know us by now – and the champions, B'Elana and PedanticBarSteward, showed us what it was all about. It must be all that World Cup.

Summer

Old times

Long-ago memories:

Spitting watermelon seeds

Thinking about thinking about picking up a fishing pole

Iced tea, ice chips, ice down your sister's back

Catfish moving lazily in the shallows,

Eternity must be a Tennessee summer.

Sunlight

On green

Leaves and branches

Settles in odd blotches

Transforming the leaf-strewn forest floor

Into a mystical medieval landscape of

Chiaroscuro shadows scarce concealing treasures that are

Everyday artifacts now seen in a new light

Summer, having reached its longest day,

Only leaves me in dismay,

Looking forward to the days to come

Shorter days and far less sun,

The swallows do what is really best,

Instead of getting depressed,

Convene and travel to the southern climes,

Enjoying sun at all times.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

"Oh no!", was the answer, to my dismay.

""Let me be your star in the dark of night,

"Singing a song and shining so bright."

"Thus she spake and rose far up in the sky.

"I watched her ascend and waved her goodbye.

"Cassiopeia, the boastful queen

"Eternally mine, in the sky to be seen.

Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold,

Oh – if I may as make so bold,

Lost on me are the darling buds of May,

Summer can eternally fade away,

The fair from fair that sometimes doth decline,

Is – frankly – enough to blow my tiny mind

Can'st ow'st thou grow'st as thou wand'rest in the shade?

Expect death to brag – that's the reason why we're made.

Acrostic Poems Archive

PedanticBarSteward, B4, B'Elana and Dmitri Gheorgheni

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