Late (an acrostic poem)

Looking at the clock

All time seemed to stop

Though adrenaline dumped into his system

Even Superman couldn’t get there on time now

 

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Injured (an acrostic poem)

It hurt so badly, but that wasn’t the worst of it

Now he had to suffer from the consequences

Just thinking about that put him in an emotional tailspin

Unable to find which way was up

Reduced to a quivering mess of trauma

Emily had dumped him

Devastating his self-esteem and libido

 

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A Fib (Fib #1)

A fib is a poem where each line must contain the appropriate number of syllables for its entry in the Fibonacci series.  The Fibonacci series starts out with the numbers zero and one; successive entries in the series are formed by adding the previous two (so the Fibonacci sequence starts out like 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34…).  So this is my try at a fib.

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Jen?

Jen!

Why you?

I loved you,

And yet you dumped me.

All because of my choice of cheese,

Or my inability to cook a four star meal.

Though to be honest, I think it was that guy who fed you lies, but you said it was me.