Mast (an acrostic poem)

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Majestic wooden boats used to sail the seven seas in search of adventure and money

And of those two, money was the more important

So when the age of steam dawned on technology’s horizon, those great ships could see their time sunsetting

That’s when the magic died and shipping became not an adventure, but a commodity, a rich one.

Lost (an acrostic poem)

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Looking for a way out of this intellectual maze

Oblivious to all the obstacles I have never thought of before this very moment

Stumbling along the bones of those ideas that died trying previous attempts to flee

The search continued, but upon reflection, I was always hopelessly …

Extinct (an acrostic poem)

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Every single one of them were gone

X marked the spot where the last one had died

That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet

It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us

Now I stand here to make another monument

Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand

This is where the last of us will take their final breathe

Find (an acrostic poem)

For once they were lost

It was made worse when both their phones died

Now all they had were their tent, some supplies, and each other

Don’t you know they discovered something special.  Then the bear ate them.

 

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Beast (an acrostic poem)

Boy, he was so beautifully handsome that it almost hurt her eyes

Everything about his appearance was just so perfect

And all he wanted was to be with her, forever.  A dream come true

So when he showed his darker side it caught her by surprise.  The nightmares began

They only ended when the monster sunk his claws into her mind and her will died

 

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Smoke (an acrostic poem)

Smelling the wood burning brought it all back

Memories of singing and dancing

Of friends that became family

Knowing that the night was never going to be long enough

Eventually the fire died, but I will always have that scent

 

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