Block (an acrostic poem)

Barb looked at the empty white screen in front of her

Little cursor blinking, mocking her inability

Of course earlier in the day she had pages and pages of story

Couldn’t remember a single sentence now

Killing her motivation completely

 

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Clutter (an acrostic poem)

Counting the number of tchotchkes lying around his desk

Lee chuckled at his little army

Under his desk was at least another box or two of them

To think at one time they personalized his cubicle

That was before he was laid off this morning

Eventually he would have to find a place for them at home

Realizing he had no space for them there, he left them there as a grave marker

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Snack (an acrostic poem)

Silently my stomach ambushes me

Not giving me a chance to finish making my meal

All I can think of is how much I want to eat something, anything

Candy soon fills my pie hole, ruining my dinner, but still

Killing my hunger dead in its tracks

 

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Three Wishes (an acrostic poem)

To think that the world could be his never entered Matt’s brain

He thought hard then began to come up with his want list

Really all he needed was a ham sandwich at that moment

Everything else seemed secondary

Except he did want a collie as well

 

When he was done with those two, he thought about his last one

It should be something important

Something that could make a difference to everyone he met

He thought really really hard

Eventually he came up with what he thought would do best

So he asked to make anyone smile if he showed them his own

 

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Destiny (an acrostic poem)

Didn’t see that old woman coming

Even after she told me I had to do it

Still I tried to fight her prophecy

Too bad I just didn’t listen

I ended up going further down such a painful path

Now I was finally doing what I was told to do

You would think Mom would finally cut me a break

 

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Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t feel his fingers anymore

Yet it didn’t matter since the ones he flexed weren’t really his

Being part robot did have its uses

Or you could say he was being used because he was the first part robot

Really it didn’t matter.  He was alive and able to hold his son

Giving his human side great joy

 

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Crafty (an acrostic poem)

Cutting out yet another bunny body from a paper plate

Ruth smiled to herself as her plan was coming together so nicely

All she needed to do was first attach the head and legs

Finishing it with a bit of color, cotton balls, and a bit of perfume

To think Stevie would unsuspectingly bring it home to his dad

Yet his dad would be horrified to  realize that now Ruth knew he was married

 

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