Acrostic History Poems | Examples
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Nations split the atom
Unleashing impending doom
China stockpiles munitions
London rings europe's bell
Europe prepares for the inevitable carnage
America plants silos in the midwest
Russian bells are tolling
Kremlin halls are glowing
Nuclear war "can" be won
Under the "right" conditions
Contrary to what "peace geeks" think
Knights of "freedom" must rise
Let loose the lightning!
Echo the shattering thunder!
Holocausts and hellhounds!
Embers will "reign"
Ash will choke the skies
Dust, is but our "destiny"
Send them all straight to "hell"
America's bulwark, strong and true,
Resolved to defend, the red, white, and blue.
Mighty warriors, brave and bold,
Years of service, stories paroled.
Since '75, a nation's might,
On fields of battle, day and night.
Loyalty and honor, their guiding star,
Defending freedom, near and far.
In every conflict, they stand tall,
Embracing duty, answering freedom's call.
Ready to fight, for liberty's flame,
Sacrifice and courage, their noble name.
All through history, their valor known,
Rising to challenges, never alone.
Modern heroes, with hearts of steel,
Yearning to shield, the public's zeal.
Onward they march, with purpose and pride,
Fighting for justice, on every tide.
The Army's strength, a powerful force,
Heroes among us, taking their course.
Every soldier, a testament to might,
Unity and valor, shining bright.
Serving with honor, a legacy grand,
All across the land, a helping hand.
Novgorod’s primeval pearl, white circlet of the free
Once lost and forgotten in the Kievan sea
Veiled in millennium old shells, made from wax and birch
Grave of pure souls liberated, cast from the church
Of those forgotten who followed Father Alexandra
Revered soldier of Christ, from the house of Laodicea
Obedient, splitting the world into darkness and light
Dedicated to the Christian faith’s light and plight
“Coveting nothing, leaving villages and kin
O Father Alexandra, please forgive every sin
Defender, save our spirits from the flesh of skin
Evil, death and sin were born before the world we see"
X was their guiding moon, in that Kievan sea
There's always another tale to be told
Other reports that are yet to unfold
Moving past edited headlines in bold
Maybe in small print or lost in the fold
Ordinary tales left out in the cold
Rainbows that never quite led to the gold
Roads to where real life is trafficked and sold
Ordinary people the tales we hold
Watching the looking glass as we grow old.
George faced the two ships of splendorous light
Entreated, and vowed to shatter the false gods
Openly soldiering on, through Christ’s name
Rome, heard this bright name and brought their wheel of swords
George even climbed up their ladder of knives
Enduring this, his crimson cross now shines high
Partly inspired by the "Incantation of St. George" from the medieval Chinese text "On the Xiapu Ritual Manual Mani the Buddha of Light"
Biographies of different kinds
Orwell with Atwood, intertwined
Old books, new books, a thousand rhymes
Keeping their words, holding those lines
Singing caged birds, sit whistling chimes
Histories, mysteries, marking time
Every volume, fixed on my mind
Lexicons, for a world we can't find
Fact versus fiction, yours and mine.
Peacefully playing
Indigo notes
Angelic mood swaying
***** spiritual hope
Onyx facts history black
“Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.”
Lana Del Rey
Happiness with peace for the masses comes sporadically,
And at times it feels like periods of great prosperity or
Long-lasting peace has come not often throughout history.
Changes in politics or times of trouble or war
Yank away the good times causing for many stress or tragedy.
Oh, how I long for the ‘80’s. Down came a mighty wall!
No recent decade can match it, and I was having a ball!
Audacious
Unbeatable
Daring
Rueful
Affable
(Dedicated to Audra, in "Words on Fire" by Jennifer A. Nielsen)
Pray for the birds,
Racing to survive the harshness of mother nature,
All in a desperate fight,
Yielding to relish the essence of life,
Forging emaciate energy,
Oh survival is hard,
Radically hard with time,
Time withers,
Hath time not withered?
Effortless it hath,
Bring thy hands together and pray for the birds,
I rest not,thou rest not and pray for the birds,
Racing to survive the harshness of mother nature,
Duly they fight,
Satisfy them.
We have come to a point in
Our history where we no longer have the ability,
Rather, the commitment to see things for what they are,
Desiring what can be imagined in our minds,
Singularly unburdened by the truth,
And disregarding what has been a proven
Lapse in judgment, and then to assert confidently, with
Artifice, and in so doing, make the unthinkable possible,
Doomed to repeat what actually happened before.
A recent quote from Kamala Harris
L Light is old, some 10 billion years late
I I see light that started coming from distant stars, late
G God is so careful to provide for us; our Sun does more than others: less late
H HIStory may be about the past; So too with LIGHT: needs debris, is LATE
T Take Alpha Centauri, 1% of our STAR. Near & far: 25trillion miles, or 4 LY late?
Dedication: To the LIGHT of Carmelo Ricci. I had him and P.S. member, Lisa Ricci, in prayer as i wrote this: we are all ancient light and (star)DUST in God's SPACE.
History paints a cruel and atrocious picture of human failure.
Unbelievable acts of hate leave a trail of pain, tears, and shame.
Mankind has behaved like the animal kingdom in many respects.
Acknowledgement has been granted for much of our human evils.
Nevertheless, we must continue pursuing human rights with diligence.
Religion, admittedly and unfortunately, has played a large and leading role.
If the truth is told, religion, especially Christianity, is also a healing force.
God is Loving and Good, entrusting his creatures to act in good faith and love.
Harmony and unity require taking ownership, and not blaming others.
Time is a friend to all who are willing to change and make amends.
Selfish acts of greed and hunger for power are pathways to destruction.
120421PSCtest, Human Rights Poetry, Robert James Liguori. 3P
Hot white harvest
a bone dry land
years have been spent building
this reapers Machine on desolate Sand
American madness
An empire of a dream, dark
start the towers gleaming.
Reaching into open sky as ravens
gather to blackened
out a sapphire sky
reapers machine
Dead at last
Among the shafts of wheat
there in it’s rusted stance,
Headlights broken dead eyes stare
Light nova’s off shattered glass
shown bright like Sunbursts
on the Fields of barley and rye
A Machine built on the backs
of the damned
enslaved
Lost and insane in distant summers ago
rains hide far over the mountain range
White horizon seam
hot white sands
A bone brittle days
years have come to pass
the machine of man derelict at last
on these brutal wind swept lands
American empires of madness
dream of a reapers machine
Dead in its last stance.
Eyes vacant gleam,
under a harsh yellow sun
Among the fields of wheat and barley…
T~UNNELS BLACK AS COAL
R~EVEAL RUSTING RAILS
A~NTIQUITY ALLURES IMAGINATION
I~RON HORSE STIRS
N~EVER FORGOTTEN
S~ONGS OF THE RAIL