Written on 4:33 PM by *madi*
The word "acrostic" comes from the Greek word "akros," meaning "top," and the Greek word "stichos," meaning "verse." Acrostics are poems in which the first letter in each line spells out a message. Many people use acrostics as mnemonic devices. For example:
P lease
E xcuse
M y
D ear
A unt
S ally
is used to remember the order of operations in math. This acrostic stands for:
P arentheses
E xponents
M ultiplication
D ivision
A ddition
S ubtraction
Acrostic poems can be as long as the author wants them to be and can be about any topic. The message that is spelled out by the first letter in each line can be a name, an object, or even totally unrelated to the rest of the poem.
Elementary school teachers often have their students write acrostics because simple ones are relatively easy to write. Most children write one-word lines, those words mostly being adjectives describing the special message. However, many great poets have done wonders with acrostics. Just because the first letter in each line spells something out doesn't mean the poem can't have depth.
Written on 6:07 AM by Acrostic Poems
H ockey is my favorite sport
O n the ice or street
C ool and fun
K eep on playing
E xercise and stronger
Y ou should try
---Unknown
Written on 4:38 AM by pro_blogger287
M ercifuly begging for ten more minutes of sleep
O rganising my books and papers for school
R eaching for the cereal at the top of the pantry
N arrowing the time until school starts when I watch the TV
I ntentionaly "accidently" falling back asleep
N ibbling on my breakfast
G etting in the car for another day
----William LeGate
Written on 10:51 AM by *madi*
Even months later, it seemed surreal
Like it never happened, like it was all a nightmare
Excruciating to the point where I did not have words for how I felt.
Aching for a way to hold on to her, I found something just right: a
Necklace. A simple silver necklace, nothing
Ornate or special. A flat pendant elegantly positioned
Right over my heart when I wear it.
Perfect recalling memories of the time before her death.
An industrial font etched into the silver spells her initials, and it
Reminds me that she will never be gone. Up in Heaven, she
Knows that I will always keep her in my thoughts when I feel that
Silver against my neck.
---Madi
Written on 10:42 AM by *madi*
O ver-looking the misty fog I witness Life.
C rabs burrowing, fish swimming, seagulls crying.
A bove the clouds, the sun shines with the brilliance of Heaven and
E very facet of my mind is alive with electricity and the
N otion that Earth is perfect just the way it is.
---Madi
Written on 10:38 AM by pro_blogger287
P rograming a remote to work at school
R unning "downloading virus" programs durring civics
A lways finding a way to have fun
N ever rejecting an idea
K reating anything that is needed (I know that it is spelled wrong)
S even days a week
----William LeGate
Written on 10:31 AM by pro_blogger287
S izzling steaks on the grill
U nder the water in the pool
M unching on grass like a cow
M aking water ballons to throw
E venings spent with friends
R eading my books for school
----William LeGate
Written on 10:25 AM by pro_blogger287
T umbling through the air
R eady to become
A ir born at any
M oment, feeling the springs
P uch you up
O ver and around again and again
L ight as a feather
I nstantly rebounding,
N aturally full of
E nergy
- - - - - LauraF.
Written on 8:57 AM by Acrostic Poems
Alice Pleasance Liddell
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
L ingering onward dreamily
I n an evening of July -
C hildren three that nestle near,
E ager eye and willing ear,
P leased a simple tale to hear -
L ong has paled that sunny sky:
E choes fade and memories die:
A utumn frosts have slain July.
S till she haunts me, phantomwise,
A lice moving under skies
N ever seen by waking eyes.
C hildren yet, the tale to hear,
E ager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream -
Lingering in the golden gleam -
Life, what is it but a dream?
Written on 11:52 AM by *madi*
S et among hills in the midst of five valley S,
T his peaceful little market town we inhabi T
R efuses (vociferously!) to be a conforme R.
O nce home of the cloth it gave its name t O,
U phill and down again its streets lead yo U.
D espite its faults it leaves us all charme D.
---Paul Hansford
Written on 11:43 AM by *madi*
E lizabeth it is in vain you say
"L ove not" — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
I n vain those words from thee or L.E.L.
Z antippe's talents had enforced so well:
A h! if that language from thy heart arise,
B reath it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
E ndymion, recollect, when Luna tried
T o cure his love — was cured of all beside —
H is follie — pride — and passion — for he died.
---Edgar Allen Poe
Written on 11:37 AM by Acrostic Poems
C reamy or
H ot, it makes my mouth scream
O n and on
C hocolate, chocolate
O h, yum
L uscious chocolate, I can't believe I
A te it all. It
T ickles my throat
E ach time I eat it, mmm oh I love chocolate
---Rebecca S