My Christmas Acrostic Poem

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So, two weeks ago, I set the challenge of writing a Christmas Acrostic poem, and I may have mentioned that I first did this when I was in school. I didn’t want to influence yours in any way so I didn’t tell you anymore than that, but now that you’ve had two weeks to think about it, and seeing as it’s that festive sharing time of year, here, for anyone who’s interested, is my attempt at a Christmas acrostic poem (aged 10). Enjoy!

Cradle rocking in a stable

Happy Christmas to all that bring

Robin redbreast watching Mary

Ice covers the earth below

Stable getting colder and colder

Tiny Jesus born today

Music comes to the little prince

Angels praise him up above

Santa reminds us with his gifts, every Christmas time that comes

Merry Christmas everyone xx

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©Abigayle Blood

T’was the Night Before Christmas | For Bibliophiles

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T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house,

Not a kindle was stirring, nor even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the fire with care

In hopes that books would soon appear there.

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The bibliophiles nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of fairy-tales danced in their heads.

Stories of heroes and villains and such,

And rescuing fair maidens from a dragon’s clutch.

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Or vampires and fairies; witches and wizards;

The Fellowship of the Ring fighting through a blizzard.

Romantic tales of getting the girl;

Or thrillers, and bloodshed for diamonds and pearls.

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All types of stories and genres of book,

Read for the love of an exciting hook.

Oh Santa, please, be a dear thing,

A new novel or two or three with you bring.

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And in the morning what will you find?

A new box of stationary or machine to bind;

A retro typewriter or flashy new Mac;

Some brand new notebooks and pens in a pack.

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Some writer-themed clothing, a bookmark or two,

Any and all could be useful to you.

But the real present we all hope to see

Is something book-shaped under the tree.

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Merry Christmas Bibliophiles xx

©Abigayle Blood

Writing Prompt: Book Spine Poetry

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There is beauty and writing in everything, and the world around us is an excellent source of poetry if you take the time to see it… A lot of time and energy goes into selecting a book title, for example. It must encapsulate the novel yet leave desirable mystery, it must sound intriguing, it must be a piece of art all on its own.

This writing prompt is a poetic exercise in finding beauty in your bookshelf.

Book Spine Poetry

The idea of book spine poetry began in 1993 with artist Nina Katchadourian’s Sorted Books project, with a recent online resurgence from people having a go at home. I thought this would be the perfect writing prompt to get your creativity flowing, especially when you’re not in the working mood.

This is a kind of poetry that even writers who devoutly protest they “are not poets” can have a bit of fun with. Scour your bookshelf for inspiration and put some pretty words together. It’s as simple as that. Here’s what you get from the picture above:

Beloved, pale fire

In the sky of a lion

The passion

On the road

To the lighthouse

It turns out that this writing prompt is trickier than it first appears, but the scope for creation is wide open and it’s a quick and playful exercise that really makes you think about sentence structure and deeper meanings within words.

Happy writing!

Via: https://writersedit.com/weekly-writing-prompts-21/

 

Friday Poem: ‘A Dream within a Dream’

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Friday poem: ‘A Dream within a Dream’

By Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow –
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
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I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand –
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep – while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

10 of the Best William Blake Poems | Interesting Literature

The greatest poems by William Blake William Blake (1757-1827) is one of the key figures of English Romanticism, and a handful of his poems are universally known thanks to their memorable phrases and opening lines. In this post we’ve chosen what we consider to be ten of the best William Blake poems, along with links to each of them…

Via 10 of the Best William Blake Poems | Interesting Literature