Land (an acrostic poem)

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Lifting a scoop of earth.

And smelling the damp dark soil.

Nothing Is quite like it in the world.  It recharges the soul.

Doing the same with this white stuff? Yeah, not that.

Rail (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching from one horizon to the other

A pair of dull gray arms hug the hard-compacted earth underneath

Iron spikes cement the bond of their timeless relationship

Lasting valentine to the age of steam

Flood (an acrostic poem)

 

Flowing water piled on top of flowing water

Leaving the water underneath it even wetter

Overwhelming the earth’s ability to contain the fluid assault

Obliterating the concept of dry land

Determined to not let an ark survive this time

 

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Arrival (an acrostic poem)

 

As the alien ship slowly descended to the ground

Rachel tried to hold it together.  She wished Lisa wasn’t late for their date

Reality seemed to warp, making her knees buckle as the craft touched down

It slowly opened to reveal a blinding light

Valiantly she took one step forward, then the second

As she got closer, she could see vague shapes

Later, Lisa looked at the scorched earth and wondered where Rachel was

 

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Element (an acrostic poem)

Earth, air, fire, water

Life was simpler in the past

Everything was created with those four basic substances

Making up everyone’s reality

Except people knew there was something more

Now we have a periodic table filled with of over one hundred building blocks

That is how life goes, Mr. Watson.  Starts off simple then becomes complex.

 

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Tears (an acrostic poem)

The drops of water slowly rolled down her face

Eventually falling to the dirt below

And yet neither her, nor that patch of earth, were quenched

Reality was that both needed more

She emptied herself trying though.

 

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Soil (an acrostic poem)

Some earth is rich and brown, ready for life to spring forth

Obviously this wasn’t that.  The war had across this dirt

It was ashen gray and crumbled in Jim’s hands

Looking at the ruined horizon, Jim knew he had to make it work, or else…

 

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Shoes (an acrostic poem)

Slipping out of her comfy slippers

Heaving open the front door, she slipped outside.

Onto the rain puddle filled mud slick path

Every nook and cranny of her feet were soon one with the earth

Still beat wearing those damned high heels!!!

 

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