Best Alling Poems
F alling in love with Winter; she’s ice cold dressed in snow white lace
A ll the while dating Summer, who’s still sizzling hot
L ove affairs bruised with revengeful reds, oppressed oranges, and yelling yellows
L eaving Summer with a promise to one day rekindle their love
Categories:
alling, love, sea, seasons
Form:
Acrostic
Friends
F alling stars we all are
R eady to shine brightly,
I nspired by one another
E xchanging many thoughts,
N imble are our minds
D aring to write new things
S erenity glows in our hearts.
Categories:
alling, friendship
Form:
Acrostic
Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer
And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold.
Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer
Encouraging Summer to relent and let loose its hold.
Watching with glum expression and immodest dress,
Eventually losing the tug-of-war with the chill cold.
Life and death become the drum to which She will bend
Leaving the breathless Wind time to nimbly mend.
Tomorrow She moves forward
Onward from time borrowed.
Sulking away with dried diamonds
Until Autumn’s auric sky explodes
Mindfully exposing Her horizons.
Memory of Summer implodes.
Efficacious efforts of Her victory,
Reign of Autumn’s golden glory.
Categories:
alling, autumn, environment, nature, science,
Form:
Acrostic
Inspiration should come from our own minds
Many poets are cheating, shame on them
AI is killing creativity!
Galling when people accept the glory ~
It's obvious a chatbot's written it!
No need to plagiarise, sadly some do
All of us have brain cells, put them to use!
Themes like nature are a good place to start
I get inspired by beauty around me
Often contest prompts entice folk to write
Now pick up your pen and write from the heart
Categories:
alling, how i feel, poetry,
Form:
Acrostic
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.
Categories:
alling, death, imagery, moon, poetry,
Form:
Acrostic
(C)alling out for his mate
(A)lone in the misty morning
(R)ed wings flap with desire
(D)reaming of love at sunrise
(I)gniting a flame in his heart
(N)ow the blissful day begins
(A)ll the clouds above, drift by
(L)ove falls like rain; she arrives
Heidi Sands
7/10/25
(C)opyright
Categories:
alling, bird, love,
Form:
Acrostic
SOMEWHAT MORE THAN A PHENOMENON - FAITH
FAITH IS A POWERFUL THING…
F alling to my knees in prayer,
A sking not but worshiping the Lord.
I am only a crusader for the cause of creation.
T herefore, I bow unto The!
H e will hoist my spirit and embrace my soul into contentment.
I mage forms via an informed acumen.
S trength augments my strife in life.
A mazing is the lucidity of the mind.
P lease, may I have this honor of speaking to you?
O rnate you with lavishing words.
W isdom and knowledge you award.
E verlasting faith bequeathed through imploration.
R ising above my trials and trepidation,
F or you are the keeper of my soul.
U shering relevance in the most significant way,
L ife guidance provided each day.
T empered to the intensity of my faithfulness,
H ow time is only the hourglass of eternity.
I nvenerate in the privacy of my home.
N othing is more invigorating than adulation of the Lord God.
G ist is faith being that it is the most powerful entity universal.
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Penned on January 07, 2015!
Categories:
alling, appreciation, devotion, faith, how
Form:
Acrostic
A n ABECEDARIAN poem could prove my most daunting undertaking
B othersome whispering in my ear were the likes of Frost, Fallon and Dickerson
C alling out to me incessantly by name
D id I not recognize the potion that was stirred would cause me to reject my name
E ncouraged only by the ink of my pen
F irst I must be preposterously patient
G liding my pen across the page, I invented a ELABORATE world of colorful words
H igh on top THE parallel UNIVERSE of poetry I began
I dentifying all difficulties essential to my cause
J ust to name a couple: the importance of using particular words and misusing others
K illing time instead of killing rhymes
L ine by line by line
M ighty is this feat which I have incurred
N ot nearly done I've stumbled upon a conundrum
O utstanding accomplishment, an actual 26 LETTERS
P oetry for me is at times quite perplexing
Q uizzing myself intelligently to respond compliantly
R esponsible to none other except my own verbs, adjectives etc.
S eriously, an insurmountable mother of all conundrums is all but solved
T otally harrowing journey to the MAXIMUM
U nder the disguise of cruel effort I EMERGED THE BETTER
V arious poets with magical discipline may have been even more successful than I
W ords have played a persistent and flirtatious game of trickery where I am the victor
X ray vision is fun to perceive but wouldn't have assisted me in this craft
Y ou can be certain I will probably never attempt this trial again
Z ealously the conclusion has mercifully arrived at my PLEADING
Categories:
alling, celebration, color, faith, identity,
Form:
Abecedarian
Erstime, ere bards nor Wondering Joyceters
did glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue,
Sir Slip The Most (a Figleafmoistner)
was undangled…and his sling unslung.
‘Twas on the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard,
with her Fowlling Fopplott never wording,
that the hunkerflesh-fed Fowlsome Bustard,
marked best by dark, was ever curdling.
Sir Slip, slop-upped and grammar-morphing,
from moltensteam one dawnless dread,
swear-foring most and all ef-alling,
did clopp young Fopplott's furgeld head.
The Bustard drubbed Slip: 'Dumcummayler!
To flump the sweet lad's yearnsomeness!
Bludaddled knight! Brain-drained wassailler!'
(Sweet Fopplott mock-loomed nasalfless)
"Clogsfyberbucks!" Slip rudblud obscented,
'That nert, that frot, that wibeljankie,
swombodled, gobbed, or sexcremented
God don't know notwot, in me hankie.'
The discompuncted Bustard illglimned.
Then, ventforthing with a scroatful shout,
she snouted, all redblynd and goredimned,
to clip Sir Slip a gobfilt clowt.
Bowelwildered, and fear-smeared arear,
and awefulled of trans-plonker stretch,
Slip, leaping to escape his nadir,
unware… did bare….. his hunkerflesh….
Hencetime, though bards and Wondering Joyceters
do glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue,
durst ne'er no Sir nor Figleafmoistner,
no furgeld Fowlling to one bung.
Categories:
alling, fantasy,
Form:
Ballad
Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tom Quigley
Beneath the shadows Buffy prowls to use “Mr. Pointy” her favorite stake
Under the tunnels she finds the blood suckers and lives she does take
Falling in love with Angel who is a good vampire with an actual soul
Feeling compassion for the worst killer in history sure took a toll
Young love was found as he fell in deep love with her too
The bad thing is if he feels one moment of true joy they were through
He found that joy and became the evil man as he’s ever been
Everyone in Sunnydale became enemies of this once true friend
Vindictive by nature he traveled out and went on a killing spree
After a few weeks he found his way back to the arms of Buffy
Memories they share but they can no longer be together
Poor Buffy had hoped they would be soul-mate’s forever
In the cemetery is where her and the crew slays vampires
Revealing the madness of also sending them to hell by fire
Each of them help; Willow, Xander and her mentor Mr. Giles
Searching for ways to save the day they travel for many miles
Lurking in darkness, Spike, also known as “William the Bloody”,
Attacked and killed innocents for years, yet fell in love with Buffy
Yet another vampire in love with the enemy who won’t slay a friend
Every day preventing apocalypses while to hell vampires she did send
Regardless of the chaos and love triangles she saved the world in the end
Date Written: July 20, 2016
Categories:
alling, evil, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Acrostic
Birds flying away, scattering greyish skies
Ebullient landscapes changing with sunrise
Autumn arriving briskly with chilling air
Umbrellas opening yelling November beware
Trees undressing with full colors displaying
Illusive temperatures plummeting and staying
Falling leaves mastering paintings, Van Gogh
Underground creatures are sleeping below
Layered attire the welcoming fashioned show
Flavoring pumpkin-pies admits porches sitting
Ambient acoustics within rapid rains spitting
Labor Days relaxing before open schooling
Leading equinox of September tools cooling.
...can also be read backward
Skies greyish, scattering away flying birds
Sunrise with changing landscapes, ebullient
Air chilling briskly with arriving Autumn
Beware, November yelling opening umbrellas
Displaying colors full, with undressing trees
Staying and plummeting temperatures illusive
Van Gogh paintings mastering leaves falling
Below sleeping are creatures underground
Show fashioned, welcoming the attire layered
Sitting porches admits pumpkin-pies flavoring
Spitting rains rapid within acoustics ambient
Schooling opening before relaxing days labor
Cooling tools, September of equinox leading.
Sept.06.2018
Beautiful fall Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd
Categories:
alling, autumn, environment, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
Majestic rugged, crude beauty without any questions,
Angling at the inside, asking for my equations,
Jesting with me almost, whispering that I emerge,
Endeared to quiteness, where introversion and shyness converge,
Sat solidly going nowhere, waiting for my feelings,
Teetering on being a person to me with sayings,
Into me, loving my epigraph, my statement and my picture,
Calling me even more so, to fidget with my conjecture.
Categories:
alling, beautiful, conflict, identity, introspection,
Form:
Acrostic
Life’s a river; reading riddles it flows.
In morn, he crawls, tiptoeing like a leech,
Falling - kneeling, crawling in fours, he goes,
Enters he second stage, all love to reach,
Swiftly rising, in twos he walks, cooing
Mysteries of life and gaily, dancing;
Yet seeing only scenes that do wooing,
Steadily he runs, glancing and prancing;
Thereby, not seeing the tragic down fall,
Enters he his third stage and walks on threes,
Rising sky high but beginning to crawl
In vast pool of sea, being lulled by breeze.
Every step he keeps, mysteries he meets,
Sounding, silent; merrily all he greets.
ALL YOURS (Jan 29) Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
*A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 31, 2020)
Syllable count: 10 syllables in each line (Ref: https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter
Rhyming scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
Dec. 5, 2020
Lifes mysteries Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: John Hamilton
Inspiration from Sophocles' King Oedipus and my own poem “Life is a River” (published in 2016)
Categories:
alling, life, mystery, river,
Form:
Acrostic
Ideally, standing up is the expectation to the present folded lay
Never up to own standard, self belief a constant enemy
Falling below threshold; never reaching the mark of confidence
Events are always weighed by their authority on personality
Roll call of self esteem is done; name is present but being-absent
Intimidated even by the most ordinary of matter and issues
Oriented to believe the best is for others, then taking
Rash decisions to protect its supposed image, but
Instead such personality is whipped each time this happens
Tamed by simple challenges to hide under own shame
Yearning of the heart for the soul to one day break free.
Categories:
alling, character, emotions, environment,
Form:
Acrostic
P - eace on earth, the angels proclaimed on that Holy Night!
E - choing yet down through the ages that humankind might,
A - bstain from bitter prejudices that hinder brotherhood,
C - alling each to abide by The Golden Rule and foster good.
E - ach generation, alas, seems to require its tidy little war.
O - ur reasoning together, it seems to me, might settle the score.
N - ations that look to Him for guidance rather than fickle man,
E - njoy the blessings of He who is charge of the Master Plan!
A -nother New Year is approaching and another plea for peace,
R - esonates from the peoples of all nations that conflict will cease!
T - hough there will always be wars and rumors of war, 'tis said,
H - ope still prevails that charity and brotherhood will reign instead!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 2 in Francine Roberts' "Holiday Acrostic Challenge" Contest - Dec 2011
Categories:
alling, hope, new year, prejudice,
Form:
Acrostic