01.13.23 by Michael Paint (an acrostic poem) Image: cheeseandwinepaintingclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/Where-Are-All-the-Bob-Ross-Paintings-2.jpg Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall Nothing could ruin his mood now This is where all his mistakes were opportunities
12.27.22 by Michael Zigzag (an acrostic poem) Image: images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/23/2014/09/GettyImages-490168-001-07da4b8.jpg Zebras scattered among the savanna grass It made for a dizzying pattern for the approaching lioness Giving her pause as to which way to attack Zooming through the waving foliage, she struck out And only managed to slap at a tail as what it was attached to scrambled away Giving chase, her pride managed to finally take one down as the rest of the dazzle escaped
12.23.22 by Michael Vector (an acrostic poem) Image: images.deepai.org/glossary-terms/4ed7a67259f84e739721f5cb552f04c9/vector.png Velocity was too high and from the wrong direction for the two spacecraft to dock. Even with all the acceleration he had at his fingertips, the joining would not be successful. Considering the impulse they were about to experience, he shouted, “Brace yourselves!” The impact caused them to increase angular momentum, spinning them and the forces pinned them hard against their seats. Observing their attempted destination spin away into the void, he fired the thrusters to arrest the erratic rotation. Rockets fired and the spacecraft slowed in the gravitational field it floated in.
12.09.22 by Michael Hollow (an acrostic poem) Image: i.pinimg.com/originals/42/9a/d6/429ad652e9b2267bcd1b36e0ae6a77cf.jpg He was sick of feeling empty inside Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon Of course, even if he got out there it might not help Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
11.11.22 by Michael Cork (an acrostic poem) Image: images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/1-champagne-and-cork-exploding-from-bottle-andy-roberts.jpg Cutlass sang as it was pulled from its sheathOrdering everyone to pay attention to what was about to happenRaising the bottle high, he slammed the blade upwardKealhauling the glass top away, and with it, it carried the …
11.02.22 by Michael Feel (an acrostic poem) Image: fao.org/fileadmin/templates/SOFO/2020/src/images/share.jpg Finding his emotions too cumbersome to deal with, he packed them away. Eliminating his ability to cope with other people around him Everything became harder until he decided to become a hermit Leaving humanity behind allowed him to decompress and once again begin to …
10.31.22 by Michael Gears (an acrostic poem) Image: learning-center.homesciencetools.com/wp-content/uploads/learn-about-gears-thumbnail.jpg Getting her teenager to work around the house was always a chore Every day they would go round and round each other, grinding away And eventually, it would torque the two of them right off and nothing would get done Reaching into her emergency chocolate stash she wondered how she could lubricate the situation She ended up giving them a peace offering from her stash and that allowed the two of them to switch …
10.09.22 by Michael Graft (an acrostic poem) Image: i.etsystatic.com/28921914/r/il/bd5492/3862000243/il_fullxfull.3862000243_ifud.jpg Giving money away like it was going out of style Reaching deep into their wallet to make everything happen And boy did they. They were a walking talking party From sunup till way past sundown, sometimes for twenty-four hours straight Then one day their aunt realized where her money was going, and he suddenly had none.
10.04.22 by Michael Yawn (an acrostic poem) Image: time.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/229-westerlund-21.jpg You open your mouth wide open And nothing but air and odd noises escape Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep
09.25.22 by Michael Tale (an acrostic poem) Image: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0f/Campfire_Pinecone.png Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom.