Seasons Acrostic Poems | Examples
These Seasons Acrostic poems are examples of Acrostic poems about Seasons. These are the best examples of Acrostic Seasons poems written by international poets.
A flower does not think of composting.
It just blooms.
~Zen Proverb
Serenity is a place I haven’t found,
Elders say it’s all around
Residing in the air we breathe;
Even though I practice faithfully
Not a fragment comes to me,
Incense perfumed with morning mist
Teaches me I am alive and well,
Yet, serenity is an ever elusive realm.
E clipse of the sun mesmerizes us
N early blinding awestruck onlookers
I dle gossip intermingled with tall tales
G argoyles whisper them in gardens
M aestro orchestrating seasons’ dance
A nd above reigns a sky that rules our world
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Dusting, as if Second Advent is Christmas Day
Entertaining, from abundance or for mere lack
Cooking with the crockery, banging out souffles
Eating thirds, doubling waistlines, seasonal pounds pack
Merry-making, sozzled so in the festive mood
Baking anything that has a beat, even snails
Expending on material goods till it's rude
Receiving presents, swapping cards and vintage tales
Finally it has arrived,
In spite of my imprecations
Right on time, precisely,
Same as every year and the next,
To start the accursed descent~
Damned cold weather
Arriving in time to nature's clock,
Yet the sun still shines.
Oddly the stars stay bright,
Far off in pristine beauty~
Aught they not weep with me
Under winter moon's cold light?
Too many nights will pass
Until spring's right equinox,
Marking the world with promise
No more cold weather!
Jubilant seasons come anytime on your way
Using an evergreen bush and tree everyday
Nice for dresses, foods, drugs, decors, display
In December, it’s a Christmas tree, hooray!
Pick the best types based on purpose
Elegant perfume, air-freshener’s scent for your nose
Rake the seeds for your home landscape, I propose.
There are Scores of fiction and nonfiction mysteries
so enthralling we Call them page-turners,
thousands of Romance books and riveting histories,
many shelves of Illustrated books for eager visual learners,
almanacs that advise us about Planting and seasons,
psychology books That describe behaviors and reasons,
science books deemed to possess Ultimate reliability,
DIY* books for those learning to Rely on their own creativity, . . .
The list is almost Endless, but there is ONE Book of the ages,
which God inspired. The Way to the soul’s Salvation is within its pages.
Do It Yourself
Rather should the winter never end,
If I should meet the spring without thy hand;
The seasons our souls do summers send,
And all do fall upon our hearts’ command.
Feelings flowing
All over my spirit, sending
Light and love, lavishing me with
Laughter that feels like nature’s symphony!
September came in like a sombre whirlwind,
Eclipsing the deadening blossoms of summer.
Pallid moonlight coats glistening frost,
That coats the last strands of grass holding on.
Embers of a pagan pyre swirl through the air,
Mass ritualistic hymns ring across realms,
Breaching otherworldly barriers,
Evoking sacred cosmic rites,
Resurrecting scattered souls.
Falling bodies collapse to the slaughter,
As one soul is given in exchange for another.
Loss begets loss;
Lightning suddenly surges through the skies,
Signalling completion of an unholy ritual.
Silent leaves, whooshing in serene showers
Easy to guess forests are born of hope
Pretty hues in gold, rum, toasted flowers
Tempting souls blessed by soft rains who shan’t mope
Endless nights spent with stars, gentle and bright,
Melodies of harvest stirring our hearts,
Bringing life to verses autumn will write
Ever awed by grandeur when the spice starts
Resulting in pumpkins, apples and more
Flavors of golden crispness in the air
Amazing gifts from God that I adore
Lingering inside, a grateful prayer
Laughing ensigns of grace so astounding
Season of still, cool wonders, resounding
Shifting seasons delight, most of all, fall,
Enchanting heart as green leaves turn to rust,
Poised gracefully atop trees standing tall,
Till they drop to the ground, adorning dust.
Equinox at autumn balances light,
Morning glory and aster usher hope,
Bestowing boons of grace, bringing delight,
Encouraging souls with love to elope.
Radiant lustre of the harvest moon,
Frees our soul from the shackles of desire,
Animating the void, wherein we swoon,
Lifted straight to heaven by rapture’s fire.
Learning acceptance, now loving and kind,
Soul plays out its life role, as God assigned.
Drying up raindrops on window panes,
Accumulations of wet puddles in spring.
Yielding ample ripe fruits of hope on
Saturnine days; adding a touch of warmth
To frigid-cold winter, to the autumn breeze,
And ushering in halcyon days of summer.
Radiant sun, shining bright through the seasons
Jovial month shines resplendent,
Unable to hide the fluttering fervour.
Lighting up broken dreams stuck into dark hearts.
Yachts sailing through awaken minds brimming with youth.
Incredible warmth at October’s end kisses GoddesS
Nature, and the only thing I can think about is yoU
Do you recall the time we first met so like a dreaM?
I saw you, and a poem inside me started to blooM.
A calm like that beautiful day began to caress mE.
Nestled in your arms, I lingered in sweet wondeR.
Autumn sings her spirited solo.
Ululating in a heightened voice,
Teasing with Her best and brightest show.
Undulating leafy skirts, loud choice.
Mindful of the season’s pleasant flow.
Never short on reason to rejoice.
Syncopating with gust and low breeze
Only accentuate Her beauty.
Notice the gorgeous gemstones ease
Accentuating Her costumery.
Tunefully serenading tones that please
Accepting the ardor of Her duty.