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Time Acrostic Poems | Acrostic Poems About Time

These Time Acrostic poems are examples of Acrostic poems about Time. These are the best examples of Time Acrostic poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Every Day

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake...
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Moments becomes hours for me, when I see the others smile in minutes
Old is my mouth; for not having strength for such movements 
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Easy is the wind to those that welcome its flirty touch
Soft are the sounds of the leafs being crushed
Dazing is the street light, when watched throughout the night
Animals pass and smell my sent; small acquaintances if you might
Yonder noises: added ingredients, to help imagination take a flight

Watching children play
Eying women walk
Dim; the lights will say
Nothing seems to stop
Everyone's alive
Sadly, so am I
Death's a friend to each one of us
All of us will cry
Yelling out: Come friend, tears will not shed mine

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
How heavy is the rain on a wet coat longed?
Undisturbed is the playing of my high school song
Rusty is my skin, but I not worry for it to be touched
Sounds of other voices keep me hushed
Dealing with myself so long
Aging is my only grown
Yield please earth, been so still, I feel you spin

Friday games I never win
Reaching out to grab myself
Inside me, there is no help
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake
Awake to feel the air up above me
Tumbling down in quakes
Until I cry: NO MORE SHALL I TAKE
Riding upon hopelessness
Dying upon wait
Alone with my heart inside
Yearning for her to stay...


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Abigail

Fleeting And With Vague Reference To Memory, Her Vision

Ruptures and Blurs: All The Lines Seamlessly Creasing 

Onto One And Other. The Air Tastes So Much Sweeter When

Machines Pump the Air In And Out For You.


                                - Don't Even Have To Remember To Breathe -


Tedium Enslaves The Mindset, and Causes The Irrational To

Hemorrhage Fourth, Displacing Any Emotional Grounding, And

Eradicating Any Sense of a Self Obtained Freedom


                                  - Sleep My Sweet... Sleep -


Twisted Metal Splayed Across The Concrete, The Haunting

Horrific Sound of Sparks Generated By The Rapid Deceleration.

Only The Front Seats Remained Intact As The Frames Crumpled 

Under The Tremendous Pressure. The Dread Comes Before The

Gripping Fear, The Acknowledgement of Impact Forces The 

Hands To Curl Up Into Fists and Squeezes The Sweat from 

Tightening Palms. Time Rushes To a Stop, and The High Pitched

Screams, Become Disturbingly Deep Rumbles.


                                     - It Hit The Back Harder -


Onset Bewilderment as a Result of the Fear. She Moves Her Hand

From The Bed, and Touches The Skin On Her Dads Wrist.


                                      - He Stokes Her Hand Gently With His Thumb -


"Abigail" He Whispers, His Cheeks Stained With The Inevitability.


                                       - His Hope For Her Had Withered  -


Destiny is The Harshest Mediator of Time and Regret,

Yet It Presented Her With No Answers. She Struggles

Intricately For The Reasoning of The Event,

Never Fully Understanding Where She Was 

Going, And Why She Was Going Alone.


                                        - Her Words Stifled By Mucus -


Caressing Her Head and Stroking Her Hair,

He Let The Warm Liquid Stream Down His Face.

It Made Snail Silver Lines When Reflected

Light Shimmered Through It. He Held Tight,

Delicately Supporting Her Neck.


                                         -  And Laying Her Down -

                                                         - He Kisses Her Forehead -

                                                                       - "Goodbye My Sweet" -


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I' D MARRY YOU BUT HERE'S THE DEAL KILLER


D  oes your mother have to telephone every time we plan for sex?

E  ach story about dream vacations,  does it have to include your ex?

A  re  the Star Wars posters in the  bedroom going to proudly hang there forever?

L  istening to political candidates on talk radio. Do you think that’s really clever? 


K  indly tell the preacher at your church to please leave us alone 

I  f  we miss one day of  fellowship we won’t turn into stone

L  eftovers will be served on Tuesdays,  I have girls" night  once a week

L  eaving  dishes piled high in the kitchen will make our love nest stink

E  ver wonder why each time you look into my eyes and ask to take my hand

R eminds me of the ONE WAY TICKET IN MY BAG and an EXCITING GET-A-WAY PLAN!



Written by Gwendolen Rix 
December 12, 2011
In Honor of Nancy Jones' Contest ~ The Deal Killer

Note bene- purely fiction


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when she says no

this was inspired by a relly good friend her name is aleera her like other girls were raped by 
a stupid man so i just want to post this to show you that i care for you aleera i hope he rots 
in jail

W en your with a girl respect her
H e raped her and other women too 
E nough is enough 
No more

S he loved you and you took advantage of that
H e lost all of her trust she’s afraid now 
E ven if you say sorry 

S he will never forgive you
A ll of her family wants you to rot in jail
Y ou said she wanted it when she said no
S ee you are nothing but a looser your nothing
S he is now happy with out you
T o your info next time when she says no that mean stop
O n the next time you try to do that
P robably this time she wont be afraid and she will turn you in


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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
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Take Time Out

L one(ly) days need not be gray
O ffer yourself time away 
V isit the ocean blue
I ntrigue yourself with a sunset hue
N ature in her beauty can cure
G iving the soul a lavation, to make pure

T ake away the strain of stress filled days
H eavenly beach, spend time in sun's rays 
E levate yourself to where Angels play

L augh, twirl and spin
A ct like a child again
U rgency is pretend
G rant yourself time with a friend
H ave more than one week a year
T o make your life happy to bear
E nough relaxation and rest
R epent your dying, tired being to zest

O ften we ignore the signs
F or when it is our time

L isten to your body, your brain and heart
I promise you will not regret this part
F or there I have been, many a time
E venings filled with loving the laughter of life - so fine.


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Winter Wonderland Acrostic

White is the landscape as far as I can see.
Ice is the brook that is in close proximity.
Nights are much longer than the days.
Toward the south is the bird that no longer stays.
Everyone is aware of the time of the season.
Roosting is indoors, and the cold is the reason.

Winter is here, whether you like it or not.
On it being cold until March, bet everything you’ve got.
Not much going on outside until the warmth arrives.
Dwelling near the heater is how we will live our lives.
Even the animals know better than to go out in the cold.
Running outside?  You have to be very bold.
Lazy me.  I will spend much of my time in bed.
All the cabin fever can easily mess up my head.
Nothing to do?  Honey, I say we have it made.
Dear, get closer to me.  I’m in the mood to get laid.

For Francine's Holiday Acrostic Challenge


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Unemployed

Unbelievably
Numbing
Experience;
Monotonous
Planning;
Lost
Optimism;
Yesterday,
Everyday…
Demeaning


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Time

Take time to be experience and experienced to be lived. Life is everywhere it implies anything. The cruel we wish for others can turn out to be the future we are planning for our very selves. The eye that sees evil is the eye that duels evil. Lack of amity the sense of humanity fading away float in time with open mind... A quest; a chance of riddled thought: An Answer; pained and overwroughtelected to be eliminated, my words are my deeds. I was not born to be bound but to fight for what I represent. Infinity squared, then seeks to find If bravely we have given all, for who can ask more of a man than giving all within his span, it seems to me, is not so far from – Victory. Therefore, the fates are seldom wrong, no matter how they twist and wind, It’s you and I who make our fates, we open up or close the gates, On the Road Ahead or the Road Behind. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken before God's last *Put out the Light* was spoken. Underneath the wagon where people search for answers while the question was never been asked but the look was already given. That simply lies in the steps we take and the fear.  Sensational revolutions the dynamic quell of life living in the wish and expectance of death! Let it be your wish equivalent to your will just when you have seen and experienced the sweetest tripods of life as life dimension its intact in tripods. When you have live to a certain point left with no other choice captured in sorrows living an unwanted life as if you are been punished. Its all a matter of time.     


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Teaching a Young Lover

The first time witnessing the twain mountain peaks,
High above the echoes of our heart beat,
Erected I stood, in awe I stare, with eyes devouring nature’s beautiful souvenir.

Below the Twin crags fingers softly stroll along a sweat drenched path.
Inch by inch digits artfully tread around a shallow furrow.
Racing heart beats are like the wings of a thousand sparrows.
Down in yonder valley two fingers gently creep.
Skin shivers on the mound where the fescue freely grows. 

Along the cleft, in the distal knoll, a tributary streams.
Near the wet land is a cave, a place of fertile dreams.
Desire drives daring digits to dive deeper into the warm unknown.

Tell me lover, tell me more about the birds and the bees.
How did the stork bring mother a girl like me?
Every time you’re next to me, what is it that I feel?

Blazing like a fire is this tension in my blood.
Enthralled me with your touch
Engulf me in your love. 
Serinade me with these words: "I love you, oh so much."


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