Edge (an acrostic poem)

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Eager to push her buttons

Denise kept asking her mommy why

Giving her mommy the gift of a headache and a short-fused temper

Eventually, after fifteen more whys, the temper exploded

Cliff (an acrostic poem)

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Coming up to the edge and looking down

Leaves her feeling butterflies in the stomach and light headed

It makes her feel like she could fly if she just had faith and took that last step.

Focusing on that feeling, she makes her decision and closes her eyes, allowing herself to drop

Falling backward, she lands on a pillow of grass, happy with her choice

Blade (an acrostic poem)

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Beware and respect her razor-sharp edge

Lest you take her for granted and she cuts you up

And watches as you bleed out in front of her

Don’t ever question her temper

Even though she may bend, she will never break

Flip (an acrostic poem)

 

Feeling like a coin spinning through the air

Listing endlessly from heads to tails and back again

It makes for an uncomfortable situation and fills those around you with apprehension.

Perhaps instead of chocolate or vanilla soft serve,  you might settle on your edge, twist!

 

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Release (an acrostic poem)

 

 

Racing towards a climax

Everything slows down

Losing oneself in the moment

Every sensation is amplified

And the pressure continues to build

So when you plunge over the edge

Everything feels of so right

 

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Sling (an acrostic poem)

So it was a David versus Goliath affair

Liam felt his hopes dangling on the edge of a cliff

If he ever lost faith that he had a chance

Nobody would fault him, but

Giving his shoulders a heave he walked over and asked her out

 

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Lies Hurt (an acrostic poem)

Little white ones are okay

If you don’t want to bruise their feelings, right?

Even if you should be honest, face it

So many more times they edge towards they gray

 

Here is the true balancing act

Until you find where the white gets dirty

Really you are golden

Then you finally cross that line, and you did, didn’t you?

 

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Broke (an acrostic poem)

Being poor made things easy for Chris

Really there were no money decisions

Of course, it also meant at times he had to go hungry

Keeping him always a bit on edge

Even then, it made life simpler, and poor Chris was a simple man.

 

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Thirst (an acrostic poem)

Too many times he had gone back to the pump

He was doing it again even now

It wasn’t going to change anything.  The water wouldn’t be there

Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously

Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge

They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink

 

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Style (an acrostic poem)

So much of her life was trying to be trending

That she almost was the epitome of cutting cultural edge

Yet there were lines she would not cross

Lest she would lose whom she was

Even if she would find out she was someone else