#alienpoetry

por One Kindred Spirit 

@onekindredspirit

“El mundo retorcido y sus pocas almas extraterrestres.”

Carta a mis alienígenas que viven en la tierra.

Number 6 of the 55 Types of Poetry Forms is finally here!

This one took quite some time! I am finally finished and I am very eager to show you guys the result:

The Poetry Type this time is: Acrostic.

Poetry that places certain letters, usually the first in each line form a word or message when read in a sequence.

Yes but not this one! This one I've made after an example by Edgar Allan Poe: "A Valentine"

To read the message read the first letter of the first line, second of the second line and so one.

If that is not enough, an Acrostic Poem like mine is:

Like most acrostic poems, made up of only one stanza. Each odd line rhymes in twos and the even lines sometimes rhyme or are imperfect rhymes.

And:

It spells a phrase that is used to help convey the true meaning of the work.

Oh my! Hope I've done it right!

The Secret Message

A poem with secrets of hidden messages inside alligned to give you ancient age-old truths written to be our reference, sacred guide splendid packs with blueprints, witnessed proofs alienated thought patterns, so hard to comprehend ideas that blow your mind and how to think did you expect that metals can change and defend of connected telepathy in pilot-machine link? Of course, how could you know the false from facts? in school one never learned important news try to mention mystic, ancient artifacts that’s been held in shadow from the public views nobody knows for they have never seen the tons of things hidden in plain sight the codes of zephyr: placed décor on scene someday, some zombie finds the truth, it might be then we know if test will hit the Earth the rain of truth much needed at its core! the time will come, ached truth is in new birth, and we will find blue portal’s just a door for us to enter; sacred adepts knew our names it’s been our fate since we ever were conceived to reach the stars, receive many rightful claims in kindness we shall let our belongings be revealed pro take it back, and grow as we rebirth rejoined accessing our inner worlds dialed into invigorating starts there are lots of things humans can reveal as purloined let’s tap into our inner worlds: see! Follow path of heart! we have all the answers needed creating our truth today courage is inside of us, we only need letting it flow in light! let your fears fly and glow in stars, clear your voice and say: “I will let the world evolve, will let my! soul lead in fight!”

Dear You! Thank you for your time!Thank you for reading!

As always, if you want me to write something special, you may only ask.

In 55 Types of Poetry Forms, I want to try them all out by practicing on them - what other way is there to be better at something? I will not, however, take the Poetry Forms alphabetically, but rather pick one after mood.

Therefore I am, as my #1 going to pick: An Elegy.

Elegy A sad and thoughtful poem about the death of an individual. Example: Gary R. Hess's "1983".

Or as my inspiration:

Walt Whitman's O Captain! My Captain!

Only that Alèe is all about an alien captain shot and killed after trying to establish peaceful first-contact with me as the First Officer in ranks. I am in this poem a human being - the supposed bridge between the establishment of a peaceful and very wise race - and us.

Only that it didn't go quite as far.

Alèe!

My breath is quite intense and raw, I shout, I scream; Alèe! This was not how it was supposed to go, my Dear Alèe! Oh God, what dreadful, vile disaster! My one and Only; Dearest Master! Lying there with eyes all clear but pale, these dark membranes do no more reflect those thoughts of wisdom once conveyed.

What now, what now, what now?! I scream: what more is now to come? all of the things we fought for – in a blink of eye is gone! Oh God, he’s lifeless, Dearest Master! Our work is silenced – vile disaster! All we worked for, all we did for Earth, for our future worth this was answers for us all but now it lies in dirt.

Alèe! Alèe! My Dear Alèe! I shout, I scream, I cry: How could they break their savior’s jar! I sob, I weep, I wry. My Dearest Master! Dearest Soul Friend! How could this day be our tragic end! While humans dance for freedom a broken heart remarks they’ve only ruined for themselves! They’ve killed their inner sparks!

Dear You,

Thank you for your moments of time, and thank you for reading!