Frisky (an acrostic poem)

Finals were done and now the summer officially started

Rick looked at the VW Bug as it, and his girlfriend, drove away

It would suck not seeing or touching her for the next couple of weeks

She would probably be a mess of tears right now

Kind of like he was, until he had a very happy thought

You know a binging of Fortnite without interruption was now possible

 

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Congrats! (an acrostic poem)

Cap and gown in hand

Our time together comes to a close

Now we release you into the world

Going forth, knowing more of who you are

Reaching for a potential you are just beginning to sense

Always be aware of those around you

Try to make your actions count

Strive to be the change you wish to see

 

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Drift (an acrostic poem)

Demands on Freda’s time threatened to swamp her

Really she needed to have some me time

Instead she was here in front of her computer drowning in data

Figures and graphs danced in her head until she decided enough was enough

The squeal of her tires as she floated through the corner was so much better

Luck (an acrostic poem)

Loving games of chance, Tracy rolled the dice

Under her breath she uttered a prayer

Cascading down the table, tumbling over and over

Kismet wasn’t moved by her offering

 

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Final Exam Anxiety (a 100 word story)

Jess looked around the room.  She wasn’t the only one with questioning what was going on.  She had her final exam, but she wasn’t sure what she should do.  The professor had joked before he stepped out, telling them to cheat, but cheat quietly.

Jess looked questioningly at Fred.  He shook his head and went back to work.  Jess wanted to scream.  Did he mean it or not?  Was this the real test?  She wanted to scream!

Eventually she silently just did the exam on her own and left.   They all did.  No one was willing to take the chance.

Mother (an acrostic poem)

This is an old one, but still rings true to me each year.  I think this is the only poem on my site I have reposted.  Now I do it for the second time.  I hope you enjoy.  The original title was “My Favorite Superhero”.

 

Mortal though she may be

Obviously she has super powers

The ability to absorb pain and suffering with a single kiss

Hearing so acute that she doesn’t miss a whisper from a mile away

Eyesight so keen that she can actually see through and around solid objects

Remember that your mom is a superhero!