Bad Day (an acrostic poem)

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Bringing all she had to the table

Anne felt like it just wasn’t enough

Doomed to fail, and fail horribly

Didn’t miss the mark by much

And everything went catastrophically wrong

Yet she realized tomorrow was another chance to do something great

Shot (an acrostic poem)

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She felt so cold and lethargic.  Today was just one of those days.

He handed her a whiskey, and she threw it back

Oh it burned on the way down, but it then warmed her middle nicely

That soon spread throughout her body and things weren’t as bad anymore.

Lion (an acrostic poem)

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Like being the king of my domain

I prowl back and forth, roaring to show how big and bad I am

Oh sure I may be scary and intimidating with all these sharp teeth, but

No one said I wouldn’t play with a ball of yarn if given a chance.

Cookie (an acrostic poem)

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Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar

Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat

Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet

Keeping good social distance between them

Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started

Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you.  Yum!

For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/

(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)

Tail (an acrostic poem)

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That means Ariel wanted to meet a dude so bad that she took the first deal she got

And to get legs she had to give up being able to talk?

I don’t care how hot he looks or how rich he is I’m not going to give up anything

Look, I’m only eight, but I know better than that!  Let him go out and get his own …

Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

An Attempt at an Awdl Gywydd Poem

 

An Awdl Gywydd poem is a poetic form found in Welsh literature.  These are the rules of the form:

There are four lines per stanza

Each line contains seven syllables

The final syllable of the first and third lines rhyme with the 3rd-5th syllable of the following lines respectively

The second and fourth lines need to rhyme.

 

This is a link to the page which does a better job explaining it as well as has much better written examples can be found here:

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/awdl-gywydd-poetic-forms

 

Here is my attempt at two stanzas, warts and all.


Trying a new poetry form

The words swarm into their line

Can I make this poem work?

Crafting takes guesswork and time

 

Hope I leave you with a smile

The trial was not too bad

This Welsh poem type is strange

Where the rhymes exchange a tad

 

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Pockets (an acrostic poem)

 

Putting her hands somewhere was always a chore

Obviously, she could just leave them at her sides.  That would be normal

Carry a purse to bring small change and a set of keys.  You know the usual

Keep some spare currency tucked away with the girls  Happens all the time.

Everything is done to preserve that everyday hourglass silhouette.

Too bad she was more of a digital watch girl.

So that’s why she wore jeans today since they have…

 

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Drop (an acrostic poem)

 

Didn’t think the fall would be that bad

Rolling to a stop that hard

Or finding pieces of yourself scattered across the pavement

Perhaps that’s why it takes something special to be a rain…

 

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