This one, I have enough that, with additions, they could be put together into a single story, a tale of love and loss and hope told five lines at a time. Perhaps some day I will. Not a bad idea. For now, here are some examples of a very easy name to write for.
Category Archives: Acrostic
Acrostics: Little morsels
Here are a few name-based acrostic poems that don’t fit other categories, and don’t have more than one for each name. Do I fall into beautiful eyes? Oh, yes. Every chance I get.
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: Tilly
Tonight
I
Live,
Loving
You.
The chain which would conceal this fire
Is loosen’d if you but desire:
Like impulse of a wind-born seed,
Let my heart from its chain be freed –
Your look, your glance, is all I need.
Acrostics: Touching Stars
Let’s get things rolling again with some little poems, shall we? Here are a trio based on different names, but each with a touch of something celestial in what they inspired. Continue reading
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.
Acrostic Sonnet: Anne Sweetbriar
Last week I mentioned that acrostics are, for me, a fun and sometimes useful mental exercise. For a true étude (a more strenuous technical drill) I occasionally do acrostics in a Shakespearean sonnet format, conforming as much as possible to 16th century English as well. Quasi-Elizabethan style, if you will. Quite satisfying.