Romp Acrostic Ravin' inc prompt for Saturday November 9

Romp Acrostic Ravin' inc prompt for Saturday November 9

A Poem by Soren

Running,  jumping, yelling bumping
Over sisters and brothers, even others
Many a kid, with swollen eye lid took a thumping
Play so tough don't play so rough, said our mothers

© 2024 Soren


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what a dynamic piece. it can be read at least two ways -- on the surface, it could be a scene of a group of boys playing in the backyard. but the second line gets me wondering... is this a game, or is he talking about the rat race, the cut-throat industrial society we live in? and 'our mothers' a symbol of our deeply embedded kind nature?

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Soren

2 Weeks Ago

Ern such a great interpretation and yes to both
Ern M. Yoshimoto

2 Weeks Ago

:D awesome! i can read!



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Such a cleverly written acostic, smooth running, interesting and more. Great post, Soren!

Posted 1 Week Ago


Soren

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Emma. I appreciate your review and your words are valued.
Soren!
I love it! That was life growing up in the pre-teen fifties! What a blast we had... who needed video games when we could BE Robin Hood, Tarzan, Superman or hero cowboy-fastest-gun-in--the-west! These poor kids today, stuck on couches in small rooms... sad!
Vol

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Soren

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much for reading my poem. I appreciate it very much and I’m glad that it touched on p.. read more
Childhood play is finely captured in this succinct poetic gem, Soren. You have captured what playing was like when we were growing up superbly. Play was rough at times but always so enjoyable. Thank you for sharing, dear Soren...

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Soren

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Marie. Once again I appreciate your regular readings of my poems. I find that very helpful.. read more
Marie

2 Weeks Ago

Most welcome always, dear Soren. I might be missing for a while every so often, but I will always ca.. read more
Poor mother,
Can see how much naughty you were Soren
Is this confession here😅...

Hey soren, can you please 🙏 come to my profile and comment on my acrostic poem. I'm featuring that, I written long back .... like in BC 😅

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Soren

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much Jeyanthi Yes will take a look. Appreciate your comment yes I was
what a dynamic piece. it can be read at least two ways -- on the surface, it could be a scene of a group of boys playing in the backyard. but the second line gets me wondering... is this a game, or is he talking about the rat race, the cut-throat industrial society we live in? and 'our mothers' a symbol of our deeply embedded kind nature?

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Soren

2 Weeks Ago

Ern such a great interpretation and yes to both
Ern M. Yoshimoto

2 Weeks Ago

:D awesome! i can read!

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