#Acrostic #Poetry Challenge

This week’s challenge is to write a specific form with a twist: Write an acrostic poem with a syllable count of 8, 9, or 10 syllables per line (all the same, or a mixture of syllable counts, is fine).
Acrostic poems are poems in which a word or several words are spelled out vertically. This is usually the first letter of each line.

The word I chose is “Magical” and I’ve tried to write two poems with the same word.

MAGICAL

Mesmerizing strokes of an artist
Allure me, as they change every moment
Gorgeous glow at the western horizon
Illuminates my heart, inspires the sulking muse
Calls the birds back to their homes
Aesthetic arrangement that entrances,
lulls lingering steps of the sun
© Balroop Singh

Syllables: 9 10 10 12 7 9 8
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Myriad entreaties and prayers
Are they not enough to wake you from slumber?
God smiled despite my insolence
Instantly sprinkled some magic dust, 
Calmed my emotional outburst, 
Alleviated angst that refused to melt
Life lurched forward with a little sway
© Balroop Singh

Syllables: 8 11 8 9 8 11 9

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration.

Thank you poetry lovers!

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

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A lovely love cove
A covert awning for us
It’s charm enhanced by
blossoms that hang overhead
pairs of ducks swim merrily.

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Our favorite haunt
that added breeze to our love
I wait for you here
to soak in serenity 
our yearning grew with seasons.

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Moments drenched with mirth 
That could never lose luster
our dainty orchids
kiss our passion with dew of
eternal togetherness

*** 
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry.

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

Bliss of #Solitude

To walk
 with open arms and gather the gold.

To recline
on the green grass and dream.

To fly 
on the silvery clouds to touch the horizon.

To soak
in the glory of raw rain drops.

To sing
with the wondrous wind that frees my spirit.

To bounce
with the delicate daffodils. 

To bathe
in the moonlight of love.

To merge
in the ecstasy of twinkling stars.

To sleep
stress free and dream like a dilettante.

That is the bliss of solitude.

© Balroop Singh

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Bounce with the glory
of delicate daffodils
tender sprouts beckon
© Balroop Singh 

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. This week’s challenge is synonyms only – Spring & Green 

Spring: bounce

Green: tender/raw

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

Hope is too Far…

The Artist

Just one cloud clamors to hold the rays of dawn, waking up sky from its dreams. More clouds gather to celebrate the brilliance of an artist who works diligently to create new designs each moment. Demon-eyed, with an open mouth, he came from an unknown land, too far to traverse. He seems to express unreasonable desires, swallowing the morning light, whispering colorful tunes to the sun.

He also carries a fistful of grime, thrown in exasperation, shows his indignation, unseen, unheard, unfathomed. The hope lies too far, colored with the arrogance of man who claims to have conquered all.
© Balroop Singh, 2022

Today’s prose-poetry is inspired from Reena’s Xploration Challenge, which asks us to let the whole or phrases from the following line be our muse this week.
“It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.” by Sharmishtha Mohanty in Thirty two nights and dreams.

Thank you for the inspiration Reena.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope 

#TankaTuesday #Syllabic #Poetry

Today’s poetry is inspired from Colleen’s poetry challenge, which gives the freedom to choose our own syllabic form but concentrate on a chakra color to feature in our poem. Please visit Word Craft Poetry to understand chakras. I chose tanka and violet color.

vernal violet
visual delight that jolts
royal touch that holds   
just one glance satiates me
even dew lingers to love

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violet bells dance
tunes of  nature inspire
winds wane to watch them
beguile me in my backyard
scenario to cherish

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Ah! The healing touch,
profound awareness moments
smear my soul with peace
to feel  mystical embrace
and the shift of perspective

© Balroop Singh

I chose Violet color, which symbolizes creativity, wisdom, sensitivity and spirituality. It inspires, motivates, balances and uplifts. Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.

Thank you.

For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Here is my latest release  Hues Of Hope