Space (An Acrostic)

AuburnScribbler

Sweet, is the taste, to swing both arms, with

Polite requests and urgencies, ring those alarms, in

Astronomical searching, or the need to recollect, though

Choices of so many, ensure there’s some neglect, thus

Endeavour to make room, else the flowers will not bloom.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2023 11:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's too crammed in this modern world, so I thought I would write an acrostic poem called Space, and the importance of it. The banner picture, that accompanies this poem, may sadly be a portion of land, that has been built upon now. Too many buildings means a lack of air, in order for us to really profit, a bit of nature needs to be left alone, devoid of how many millions the "big man" has to offer! I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please stay everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 7
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  • Teddy.15

    I believe I could have been an excellent astronomy professor, or astronaut that is my personal belief. Where dreamer's dream Hey but space is also becoming crowded dear friend. 💖

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read Teddy.15, and I'm sure you would have made a great cosmic explorer, let us in mind, be the ones to traverse the never-ending realm.

      Sadly, I do agree with the final words in your comment, the world is getting smaller and smaller by the day.

      I hope that all is well.

    • Aktarul Islam

      wow, amazing.

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Aktarul, and for your short, but very sweet comment.

        I hope that all is well.

        • Aktarul Islam

          You are welcome, dear poet.



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