A Call to the Strike of Thunder
His fur was a chalky white, scruffled and fluffy, with milkshakey pink markings acrost his cheek and running down his neck.
The YOLO Sonnet
You only have one life to live One day that matters most Let loose your love to solely give One poet as its host You'll clearly see it's no mistake Once you remove all doubt Let go and we will strive to make Our love a strong redoubt You...
Writing Prompt #5: Two-Part Invention
Bach's two-part inventions in writing, including such devices as: imitation, inversion, augmentation, and that fancy thing where you spell out your name using notes (which i adapted as an acrostic). also kind of a sci-fi thriller scene!
The Everlasting Knot & An Ode to Companionship
A fiery acrostic poem with three hidden messages, and an ode on adversity that can sometimes face relationships. ### preamble i've made a change!
lonesome husky poem i gess
H. heart that is lost beyond recogniction. U. under the rocks alone. S. sucks and blows thats how i go. K. kindling his soul on a stick. Y. you are the one i love but you never show when i want to love you back. I'm a husky.
Nathan Stone Acrostic
Here is another attempt at the acrostic form of poetry. this one is for a friend who has helped me in my time of... despair.
Special Assignments - Chapter Two
"like an acrostic poem." "nah, that would be silly," i said, still trying to think of an idea. "traffic is moving," hudson pointed out. i was shaken from my thoughts and i put the car back into gear as we crawled forwards.
The Mystery of Bray Road
You could begin to feel your skin start to burn and a pain came acrost you that hurt so bad that you wished for death but could not find it. you could tell he was enjoying this as you heard him to began to paw off again.
An Aching Acrostic
A short acrostic on a thing for which many search. hint: read the first letter of each line!
Hunter of Worlds: Phase1-Chapter1
Rusted metalwork from what could have once been many shelves stood in skeletal structures acrost the expanse, leaving very little room to manuever. what the hell was going on here? where was here, in the first place?
Ivisska
#5 of poetry this is an attempt at an acrostic form of poetry. i may be a stanza too short... or maybe two, but i'm not exactly sure.
Hunter of Worlds: Phase1-Chapter12
He barely had time to raise isabella to a defensive crossgaurd, holding her frame horizontally acrost his face in order to prevent the downward vertical slash.