Beautifully profound
Luxurious treat to the eyes
In the midst of fantasy
Soulful and artful
Surely takes away the breath.
*
Watching the street narrowing down
And expecting to see a speck of the truck
I sit by the eleventh Milestone waiting
Turning into a stone myself, almost.
**
Lovely feeling you bring on to me
Over lots of warmth and indulgence
Very satisfying and fulfilling
Eternally yours I wish I could be.
***
After she said the final good-bye
Neither felt the need to contact
Game was over and they had to
Elegantly lead their own lives
Raging still within, are the embers.
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Filed under: General, Poetry | Tagged: acrostics, anger, bliss, love, wait |
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Can understand the Bliss, love and anger, but why “wait” ?? Can only fathom that its because we had to wait a whole month for your post !!!
No particular reason actually…the word just popped in my mind 🙂
nice acrostics….anger will def color our decisions you know…and sometimes make them unrationale…i rather like BLISS as well..
Thanks brian..
Anger and Bliss
OKAY! I say…
like hug and kiss
inseparable they!
Hema, I don’t recall being here before now. Thanks for your visit to my place.
PEACE!
Ha..good one there Steve!
watching the street narrowing down, sitting by the milestone waiting and turning into stone…heck…this speaks volumes..
thanks claudia…my favourite too!
Those are some beautiful acrostics, Hema. I liked the bliss one best, it went perfectly with the picture that you have chosen. 🙂
Thanks for your comments Leo! Yes, the picture inspired me to write the BLISS! 🙂
Very very good! I liked it..
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Thanks Gautami! Happy that you liked it!
Each one so unique and descriptive of the word it inspired. Beautifully done, Hema…really enjoyed these.
Thanks for the appreciation Bodhirose!
Lovely acrostics!:)
Glad you like it Tarang:)