Hello there. I am glad you came today to look at my little poem
I hope you will come by tomorrow for a longer, more in-depth one
Hi (an acrostic poem)
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Sorry x2 (an acrostic poem)
So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days
Of course, I hate when that happens
Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends
Reaching a point where the words would not come
You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.
And now a bonus poem/story…
She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did
Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken
Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands
Ready to finally apologize for what she had done
Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead
Enter (an acrostic poem)
Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed
Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard
They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came
Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream. It was Walter’s only hope
Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.
Wisp (an acrostic poem)
Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises
It made her want to run out there and join them.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew what would happen. She would never come back.
Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.
Clogged (an acrostic poem)
Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape
Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts
Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections
Giving him no chance to respond to her questions
Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders
Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips
Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost
Length (an acrostic conversation)
“Look, it’s true what they say about… you know.”
“Except I don’t know. Please educate little ol’ me.”
“Not on your life! If you don’t know, well then all the better.”
“Good grief! Be a man and tell me.”
“That would be funny if it wasn’t so ironic.”
“How come? Telling me would be such a… small thing.”
Moss (an acrostic poem)
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Maybe the rolling stone wasn’t that great after all
Only by finding a quiet, still place can you put down some roots
Soul-nourishing peace grounding away the pent-up anxious energy
Soaking in patience waiting for the right stone to come
Find (an acrostic poem)
Focusing on what he had lost stole all his spare time and consumed his happiness.
It left him starved for the nourishment that was “The Before”.
Now that she had come into his life, all that was scrambled.
Didn’t get back any spare time, but he was stuffed with happiness
Gifts (an acrostic poem)
Giving all of you so many thanks
It is awesome when you come and look at my poetry
Finding out that I have touched you with my words
That is something I love to unwrap, not just at Christmas, but every day
So once again, thank you!
Never Short On Words 