Building the fire of passion
Until his creativity ignited
Raced to finish it before that flame went out
Not noticing he got too close and now he hurts
Burn (an acrostic poem)
Monthly Archives: September 2020
Sparkle (an acrostic poem)
She wanted to feel special
Puckering up she put on her bright red lipstick
And her dazzling blue eyeliner
Reaching for her glittery teal eye shadow, she applied it liberally
Knowing it was almost time for her date, she began to get excited…
Liam smiled when he saw his twelve-year-old daughter make her entrance
Everything she did shouted how important she was to him. Their dinner together was going to be special.
Tired (an acrostic poem)
The lack of sleep kept mounting
It became a load that was difficult to carry
Reaching a tipping point where it was impossible to keep their eyes open
Everything stopped while they sunk into unconsciousness
Dreaming of trying to go to sleep…
Divide (an acrostic poem)
Debating merits is a noble cause
If done in good faith, listening to other’s argument
Verifying your stance is what you want to defend
Instead, today we prefer to find our tribe, our island
Denying that the other side might have something to add
Enabling the feedback to build walls that opposing views can not scale
Retro (an acrostic poem)
Remember when this was the coolest thing since sliced bread?
Everyone either had one or wanted one.
Those were the days!
Realize that it’s now available again?
Only now when you get it you will discover how much it sucks now
Tape (an acrostic poem
The roll was empty again, and that pissed off Heather
All she wanted was for her roommates to replace the roll when it ran out
Perhaps this would stick with them
Every roll of toilet paper, except the one she hid, was soon wrapped in scotch…
Roll (an acrostic poem)
Random chance encapsulated by dancing cubes
Obliterating different realities as they settle down
Leaving Janice a bit shaken at the outcome
Losing was always a possibility, but she didn’t plan on this…
Wall (an acrostic poem)
Want to hit it so damn badly
And then punch my way through, removing it from my existence
Leaving only dust to witness where the impediment once stood
Letting me race ahead till I find the next…
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Mega (an acrostic poem)
Man, all you focus on is size.
Eh, what else would you have me focus on?
Giving of one’s self? Love and happiness
And how big of a thing would that be?
Heat (an acrostic poem)
Hot air blasted the buildings in its path into kindling
Everything yielded to the unstoppable force
And the boom followed like a youthful puppy
Too bad no one was left alive to witness the event
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