Category Archives: Acrostic

Acrostics: Tania

Too much to hope for, perhaps,
And I don’t even know how to begin.
No way to tell you what I see in you,
In your eyes, in your smile, inside,
All the things that make you beautiful.

 

Tell me how to win you, please,
And I’ll do nearly anything –
No care will be withheld, you’ll see:
I’ll give you poems, songs to sing,
And sweet romance; just come to me.

 

Take
A
Night
In my
Arms

Acrostics: Patricia

Pretty lady, stay a while
And let me love your company.
Take my breath with just a smile;
Reach in and spark the joy in me.
It’s not much I ask of you –
Come sit with me and let me know
I can spend some time with you,
And stay a while before you go.

 

Possible, impossible: I wonder –
As I know, impossible can happen –
True and perfect, over, through and under,
Right as only Paradise can fashion:
Is this what was hidden deep inside?
Could it be we should have stayed and tried?
I don’t know. I hope it’s good we’ve done.
After everything, who is the one?

Acrostics: Kristine

Kiss thirsty lips that only beg for more,
Redoubled in their thirst by what should sate,
Intoxicated by that gentle touch,
Set free and shackled by that silken gate.
To fully tell the meaning of the kiss
Is more than can be done by words alone –
No matter; just the wonder of it is
Enough to make a wand’ring bard your own.

 

Keenly felt and
Redolent of
Ivory and
Sweet perfume, this
Tender love is
Incense made of
Night and touch and
Each emotion

Acrostics: Gloria

Give me just a little time:
Let me give you what I can,
One night at least to call you mine, to
Read your soul, show what I am,
Invite your heart to come to me,
And find what heaven here can be.

 

Guest of angels,
Love of kings,
Or maybe just
Reminding of
Impossible
And wondrous things.

 

Glissando of the song within,
Like fanfare, saying it’s begun:
Outside the sense of mortal men,
Returning joy, forever young,
I feel your passion’s kiss begin,
As sweet as honey on the tongue.

Acrostic Sonnet: El(izabeth) Throckmorton

Each night the Lady Moon, so fair and pale,
Looks gently down and gathers worthy praise,
That visage causing poets’ words to fail,
Her beauty far too great to grace the days.
Revealed to me is an enigma now,
Of elegance to match fair Luna’s light:
Concealed as mortal woman, here, somehow,
Known only to illuminate the night.
My dazzled eye insists it cannot be –
One look is all, to take my breath away:
Reality has altered, just for me
To see that lovely Lady during day.
    Once day is done I find that sweetest grace:
    Night’s velvet touch, a tender, warm embrace.