An #acrostic#poem for Elizabeth C Chipara. ELIZABETH C CHIPARA E clipse every pinnacle, snorkel every moana,L egitimize your head up and spang your motion.I ntent on your goals, Z ero in the enchantress that sweeps your attraction,A pprehend the ooze, stir forward, B ut never let them gyrate your rotation.E fforts, stress, desolations, and at […]
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An #actostic poem for Valentine’s Day. VALENTINE’S DAY V erily love is a sign of heaven A seed in frozen season L oving to grow up eagerly E nthusiastically, love knocks your locked heart seldomN ever mind wisdom, dare, open door T aste the emotional part of life.I nfinite message of cooing dove: N otwithstanding,
An #acrostic#poem for Tinotenda Makaza. TINOTENDA MAKAZA T his Valentine’s DayI got nothing much to give youN ot too much moneyO h! I got no gifts or roses to offerbut on T his day, I want to offer you something,E hh… something I’ve never given any other girl, something sacred,N ote that this something is
An acrostic poem for Baba Harare. But an empty sheet as a start, life isAt which point everything seems light and bright,But when things start to strike like a dart,Always be sure you are prepared to fight. Have braveness, brave as the white knight,Affirm, and be brave as your name, BravemanRap down all that hinders
H A P P Y F R I D A Y An acrostic poem for Happy Friday. H appiness is love, nothing,A champion is afraid of losing,P eaceful and innocent cane fishing,P artner in vigils, in laziness sting.Y ou better learn useless things that do not learn anything, F alls on a summers ring,R arely
An acrostic birthday poem for Thomas Chizhanje-Prezzo THOMAS CHIZHANJE PREZZO T he words can mean a lot,H owever, even poets fail to deliver on sometimes.O ptimum phrase might be difficult to achieve.M any will just go, though, and we may continue to be depressed.A s a result, we work hard toS how them how much
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N H A R O Nharo – persistence, determination, fight until you achieve your goal. N H A R O N o man is happy unless he believes to be,H e wants to be,A nd there are many who think the same thing can not be.R ationally keep on fighting, to beO h freedom, great
Motherhood M e? I don’t believe in soulmates!O n the contrary—T ime after time you pass through my breathe,H aving you by my side is really a feat.E asily splicing all my scattered senses,R amming me out of those biased fences.H aving me a shelter underneath you,O ver and over again my tears trickle down
“Memories” word acrostic poem. M e passing by a grave yard today wondered;E xactly how many of them enjoyed their life?M how many of them, were happy to be here, andO f these, how many of them wanted to go so bad that they did it themselves?R eflecting, I wondered how many of them are
