An Acrostic Poem Spelling Downward “A Rebellious Spirit”

A poem I made up about how I see stones.

Snow laughs,when falls…

I’m constantly falling, constantly calling, and yet something, someone, keeps me hanging on, even when I have no logical reason to. Loose Love… climbing up to that pedestal that I put her on and yet I stay holding on, hasn’t my heart been broken?

A story of friendship and remembering the small things in life.

Love can brutal in its childish play.

There are things which we wanted but we can never have, it is not meant and it will just be like that for the rest of life.

Torment…

Sidney Lanier (1842-81), himself a distinguished flutist, was also a creator of music in poetry. Only the first two and last stanzas of the poem are reproduced here owing to length. See how he does it through poetic devices. The analysis at the foot of the poem may help you.

Rocks, rocks are amazing and have marvelous stories to tell us, so so much we can learn from them. I collect rocks and minerals and I even make "pet rocks" and rock people that I use to tell stories to children or just a curiosity rocks to get folks asking questions; I even write poems about them…rocks are amazing. Read more.