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Acrostic poems are poems that use the first letter of each line to spell out a word or even a message. It is used as an artistic style that captures the witty mind of the poet or writer, and it creates an intriguing touch to the written work. This draws the attention of readers and makes them more curious to decode the hidden message behind the acrostic writing. It is truly exciting to come across acrostic works because it is magical trying to know what is the message behind doing it. Also, the writer must be skilled in order to put a message within a message in an acrostic work.
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Mother’s Day, India,2015 (In Acrostic)
Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Mom’s your special procreator
Offer your obeisance with love
Take care of her when she turns old
Honor her like your daddy, well
Emulate her life’s example
Reciprocate her love and toil
Serve her with love, respect from heart
Do her all deeds without a fee
Always remember this angel
You must be proud of your dear mom
“Keep your mother happy always! ”
‘Happy Mothers’ Day’
Written by Dr.Prof.A.Celestine Raj Manohar MD.,
Karpagam Faculty of Medical Sciences and Research, CBE
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-05-2015
To My Mother – Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
Mother O’ Mine – Poem by Rudyard Kipling
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
The Sad Mother – Poem by Gabriela Mistral
Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.
Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.
May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
Some Advice From A Mother To Her Married Son – Poem by Judith Viorst
The answer to do you love me isn’t, I married you, didn’t I?
Or, Can’t we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
It isn’t, Well that all depends on what you mean by ‘love’.
Or even, Come to bed and I’ll prove that I do.
The answer isn’t, How can I talk about love when
the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and
the children are screaming their heads off and
I’m going to miss my bus?
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.
I Ask My Mother To Sing – Poem by Li-Young Lee
She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.
I’ve never been in Peking, or the Summer Palace,
nor stood on the great Stone Boat to watch
the rain begin on Kuen Ming Lake, the picnickers
running away in the grass.
But I love to hear it sung;
how the waterlilies fill with rain until
they overturn, spilling water into water,
then rock back, and fill with more,
Both women have begun to cry.
But neither stops her song.
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