Bed (an acrostic poem)

 

Being bound to his pillow sounds heavenly

Even to the point that she dreamt of it

Daytime and duties of motherhood always arrived and shattered that fantasy

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Kite (an acrostic poem)

 

Knowing how to fly wasn’t the hard part

It was when you attached a large sail of cloth to your back

Then stood at the top of a cliff and took that first step

Everything from there was just physics

 

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Split (an acrostic alliteration)

 

So all this preponderance of togetherness made Pete practically sick to his poor stomach

Pushing people away was what Pete was professional at

Leave him in a group of pleasantly participating people

It was doomed to pyrotechnics and pointless pugilism

Then he would peace out, professing he had to pee.

 

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Office (an acrostic poem)

 

Obviously moving out of his cubicle was kind of a big thing

Furniture could stay though.  Joe was moving on up.

Full boxes piled high, he snaked through the doorway

It felt good to put his stuff on top of his desk

Couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he was able to close the door

Even though this kingdom was small, it was his and only his

 

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Change (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t things just remain the same?

He shook his head reading the paper about another closure

As if being single wasn’t hard enough

Now where would he meet women?  He hated Tinder.

Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl

Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.

 

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Shade (an acrostic poem)

 

So everyone turned to Clarice after Bob’s anonymous claim of infidelity

His smug smile staining the words even more

As Clarice’s spirit dimmed further under her friends’ looks of surprise and horror

Didn’t they understand the darkness she lived in?

Everyone should have a chance of finding a bit of sunlight, shouldn’t they?

 

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Actor (an acrostic poem)

 

All she ever let them see was her screen face

Cold, aloof, mysteriously beautiful

The fact is she was scared, scarred, and so plain was something to hide

Oh there were times she thought about letting go of the persona and just be

Reality was she was too committed to her craft to let her audience down

 

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Arrival (an acrostic poem)

 

As the alien ship slowly descended to the ground

Rachel tried to hold it together.  She wished Lisa wasn’t late for their date

Reality seemed to warp, making her knees buckle as the craft touched down

It slowly opened to reveal a blinding light

Valiantly she took one step forward, then the second

As she got closer, she could see vague shapes

Later, Lisa looked at the scorched earth and wondered where Rachel was

 

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