Poetry Garden (Acrostic)

by Mr. Rious   Jun 19, 2018

Periwinkle skies, we've met again;
over my poetry-filled ancient garden,
engulfing your rain, precipitate me with gay
to make Sonnets grow on my lovely decay;
resting beside where a Haiku blossoms,
you make the purest Sestina hums.

Gorgeous cities, I have walked on,
ancient forests, metamorphosis, undergone;
rivers meeting the sea, mountains mating,
deep in my garden, I've read them all;
every imagery and verse I am writing,
never once they will leave my soul.


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  • 9 months ago

    by gumshuda

    Judging comment:

    A lovely poem that very beautifully brings out the beauty of the different forms and languages in poetry. Truly, this is the magic of poetry that does to us – it can never leave our soul – just like your very own work which shall be treasured throughout. It is as beautiful as anything I've ever read. Beautifully done.

  • 11 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Superb visuals. Great acrostic. A must have for my favourites. Milly x

  • 11 months ago

    by gumshuda

    I didn't quite understand this well. Would you please be kind to pm me?

  • 11 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Oh bravo! This is brilliant ... it really does feel like a garden. Glad it's nominated :-) x

  • 11 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Beautifully written - excellent acrostic.

    Take care and all the best,


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