I confess, I did not eat a lot of alphabet soup as a kid. But I did eat my fair share of Alpha Bits cereal, which is nearly the same thing, not counting the fact that soup and milk are no more alike than chicken and cows.
Speaking of which, no chickens or cows were harmed in the creation of this infographic, except perhaps where poultry pride is concerned.
I digress. Whatever your favorite word-spelling platform may be — whether soup or cereal, crossword puzzle or word-find, an acrostic poem is bound to be full of letter-loving fun. So grab a sheet of paper, pick an interesting word, try out our new infographic, and learn how to write an acrostic poem.
Post and infographic by Will Willingham.
Director of Many Things; Senior Editor, Designer and Illustrator at Tweetspeak Poetry
I used to be a claims adjuster, helping people and insurance companies make sense of loss. Now, I train other folks with ladders and tape measures to go and do likewise. Sometimes, when I’m not scaling small buildings or crunching numbers with my bare hands, I read Keats upside down. My first novel, Adjustments, is available now.
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Donna Falcone says
Great graphic, LW!
Rick Maxson says
Your graphics are so creative, LW. And always informative! The chicken saying at the bottom reminds me of Oliphant’s commentary at the bottom of his cartoons.
Laurie Klein says
Love this, LW. Eyecatching, clever, informative. Now I want to write one. Or eat. Or maybe both.
Katie says
Vital
Opportunity
To
Elect
lynn says
Love another TS info graphic! Here’s my attempt:
https://madhatterpoetry.com/2016/11/09/acrostic-in-chalk/
Will Willingham says
Thanks for sharing your poem with us, Lynn. 🙂
Stephanie says
Directions: Write an acrostic poem about KIND things that you can do to helpful,compassionate, and caring at school
K
I
N
D
Please help me what words to write. Thank you
Renee Bartovics says
I just penned this as an Acrostic written by a protagonist in my evolving novel-
Genevieve
Ghost Sister.
Each memory in Mother’s shadow
Now truly gone
Ending what never commenced.
Voices, warm behind forbidden doors.
I, the one dwelling in cold silence.
Echoes of Daddy’s song – far away and calling
Visit my frantic dreams, even now –
Even now in my fading years –
Ghosts everywhere.