Short Oping Poems
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A-s
P-urified
P-eople
L-ive
E-veryone
C-alls
H-oping
I-n
U-nison
Topic: Birthday of Apple Chiu (December 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
E-xpect
N-o
R-ain
H-oping
E-arly
A-pparent
L-ight
I-llumines
M-orn
Topic: Birthday of Jen Rhea Lim (August 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
T alk to me you won’t
A gree to go out with me denied
B elong to someone else you do
I nterested in me you say you are
T hink about me doubt it
H oping to ever get a chance I do
A lways going to wait I will
Stan silently looked at reeboks
Hoping they had no arch
Oxfords are great walking shoe choice
Except tennis-shoes comfort would be keen
7/9/2024
M-ind
A-s
R-egarded
K-nows
A-bout
N-ice
T-hought
H-oping
O-ne
N-egativity
Y-ou
B-rave
O-bviously
B-ecomes
I-mpressive
S-uccess
Topic: Birthday of Mark Anthony Bobis (August 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
S-tart
U-sing
D-etermination
I-n
P-reparing
T-o
A-scend
B-y
H-oping
A-nd
T-rying
T-o
A-chieve
C-omplete
H-appiness
A-nd
R-apturous
Y-ears
Y-ou
A-spire
Topic: Birthday of poet Sudipta Bhattacharyya (February 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-et Friday the thirteenth
E-liminate the 'bad luck';
A-llow the January jinx to end,
H-oping to produce livestock.
C-oal clouds, haze, and mist
A-re all nowhere in sight;
P-ouring rain Thursday
I-s fading into the dark night.
L-et your heart have the faith,
L-ove and trust in heaven;
A-llow the sky to bring
R-apture to Friday the thirteenth.
C-ount on getting the best offer,
H-oping to have peace of mind;
E-vade the deceitful tricks, leaving them all behind.
F-ind the very best offer,
R-ealizing the truth revealed;
A-lmighty God has shown
N-ice way that He has willed.
C-hoosing January thirty-first
I-s commanded by the Father;
S-eriously select the right path,
C-onsider the best
O-ffer.
J-ust have complete confidence,
H-oping for the day of salvation;
E-arnestly learn to possess
L-ove with strong conviction.
C-omplete confidence of heart
A-ims to endure till the end;
S-taying with the sheepfold
T-o reach the new heaven.
R-emain Monday February fifth in your total obedience;
O-nce you are firm in faith,you shall gain complete confidence.
L-ook for the best blessing,
H-oping for God's love alone;
O-pen your eyes and mind,
R-ealize greatest grace
Z-one.
P-ray for the best blessing,
E-ntreat God to keep you sound;
L-et Him turn the perilous place
I-nto peaceful and safe ground.
G-et the gift of salvation,
R-eceive the life everlasting;
O-n the eleventh of February, take on the best blessing.
M-ay you stay grounded and steady,
H-oping for the promised salvation;
A-im to be complete in trust,
E-arnestly have divine devotion.
S-tay grounded and steady,
E-agerly possess pure heart;
R-emain firm in the faith,
R-efrain from falling apart.
A-s you continue to be strong,
N-ever stop serving the Almighty;
O-n February fourth Sunday, stay grounded and steady.
Thinking will not prolong the inevitable.
Hoping for yesterday will not stop tomorrow.
Incompetence only takes you so far.
Shooting for the stars is our destination.
Initially, we must all create our paths.
Slowly, may our fate take its shape.
In time, memories shall begin to fade.
Tapping in rhythm with our hearts content.
D ear Depressed GIRL fiend, Stop whining
U nless you actually think any man wants a
M oping, little losers who has not a wit of
B rains in her head. Consider the fact baby,
B imbo’s seldom keep the man. Did the
R abbit die? Well, we’re more modern
O n that front now, so go pee on a stick
A nd find out if you’re a baby-mama? Does
D addy have a last name?
Disrespectfully Yours
Agony Aunt
Challenging choices for our future
Hoping for the best decision
Always thinking about improving
Never getting total precision
Great risks are often taken
Interesting obstacles along the ride
No turning back once in motion
Great results lead to confidence and pride
8/11/18
Incorporating a quatrain in an acrostic poem contest
Sponsored by Savannah Brown
D on't do it
E ven the Gods will cry
A rt is only illusion
D espite your pain
L oneliness is human
Y ears melt to one
N o need to sip that cup
I nternal storms
G row into calmer seas
H earts that bleed
T ake time to heal
S hadows forever lurking
H oping to conquer
A nnihilation the only cure
D eath the final solution
E radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning sun
J-ubilation and wishes
A-re brought to the event;
N-ew dawn has broken,
N-ice greetings are sent.
A-ugust twenty-fourth day, deep darkness disappears;
H-oping that twilight will turn into morning of cheers.
M-illion mirth and gladness
A-re felt by your heart;
R-apture and warm regards
C-onspire not to depart.
I-t's a joyful celebration that carries pure happiness;
A-llowing you to enjoy the jubilation and wishes.
P erched between choices, I linger in the gray,
E very whisper of possibility tugging both ways.
R isk sits heavy, yet comfort hums its quiet song,
H oping one path proves right, fearing both could be wrong.
A ll days I balance fear with longing, want with need,
P recious moments slipping while I hesitate to lead.
S tep forward at last — though trembles chase the will to proceed.
D-oor of the heart
A-ims to let love enter;
H-oping that it will be
L-ocked to ban the anger.
I-t's the door of the heart where all thoughts knock;
A-s they sense every beat like a rhythmic tick of the clock.
L-et the door of the heart
O-pen for faith to come in;
S-ee to it that your mind
A-llows it to stay within.
N-ever let deceit dwell,
D-riving away the lies to depart;
E-arly fourth of February, guard the door of the heart.
M-aking a great difference
I-s so hard to accomplish;
C-hunk of effort is needed,
H-oping that it won't diminish.
A-im for a great difference,
E-radicating the mistake;
L-et not the momemtum die for the huge chance to take.
S-oar toward great difference,
A-s your act isn't execrable;
N-ever be so reluctant
D-oing something suitable.
O-ctober second morn
V-iews the man par excellence;
A-llowing him to do well,
L-ike making a great difference.
Steely needles stab and scratch at solid rock
Over and again – etching there her lines and curves.
Painting his love and despair onto the cold unfeeling stones,
Hoping for release – finding little; for peace – finding none.
In six-fold color, he recreates in profile her wan visage:
Ever poised on the precipice, the sick child awaiting death.
Poem based on Edvard Munch’s The Sick Child I (Lithograph, 1896)
J-ust come into your own,
H-oping for appreciation;
O-ne chance to let shine
Y-our moment from oblivion.
L-earn to plan and study
O-ne objective so special;
Z-ealously look for opportunity,
A-chieve your great potential.
N-ight chill soon will come,
D-arkness will spread all over;
E-xpect for a new day that will light upon your shoulder.
M-ay thirty-first early morn,
A-ttain or gain recognition;
R-eceive and earn respect,
C-ome into your
O-wn.
M-eet the morn with a smile
I-nstead of frown or pout;
C-ool breeze brings mirth,
H-oping to sweep the doubt.
E-arly morn has broken,
L-et your brow show no wrinkle;
L-et your face wear a smile,
E-ither eye will twinkle.
G-reet the morn with a smile,
U-sing your facial expression;
L-et your beautiful aura
B-ring sweet satisfaction.
I-n twenty-third October, be aware of the weather's guile;
N-o matter what the clime is, meet the morn with a smile.