Fire climbing high into the sky
Lighting her eyes in a way that was magical
And the image made his heart skip a beat
Maybe that’s why it didn’t hurt as much
Even as the knife plunged deep into his chest
Flame (an acrostic poem)
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Contrast (an acrostic poem)
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Magnify (an acrostic conversation)
“More sun, more ants., more fire More sun, more ants, more fire!”
“And you say you don’t have anger issues?”
“Give me a break. At least I’m not trying to fry you.”
“Nope, just innocent creatures going on their merry way”
“If it makes you feel any better, these are the ones that ruined your picnic”
“For real? How do you know?”
‘You look up close. They’re still suffering from the epic heartburn”
Fire (an acrostic poem)
Flames soared up into the night sky, infusing the area with smoke
It lit up the other campers’ eyes and smiles as they witnessed
Reaching for her guitar, Mary began a new song of praise
Everyone was soon singing along as they shared all shared a spiritual spark
Burn (an acrostic poem)
Building the fire of passion
Until his creativity ignited
Raced to finish it before that flame went out
Not noticing he got too close and now he hurts
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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Troop (an acrostic poem)
The laser fire burned the landscape around Gordon
Racing to cover he drew a bead on its source
Opening fire himself he silenced the combatant
Only that marked his own position. Gordon felt a burn then nothing evermore
Pushing past his eternal vigil, the rest of the platoon didn’t have time to mourn
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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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Snowday (an acrostic poem)
Shivering, watching the ice crystals dance
No way I was going outside in that
Ordinarily, the precipitation wouldn’t be that bad
What was bad was the bundled cold with it
Deathly wind chill well below what was safe
And so I will sit here by the fire
Yet I know soon the white stuff will need to be shoveled
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Heat (an acrostic poem)
He couldn’t imagine being colder in that moment
Even though the flames were quite toasty
All he had wanted to do was turn the temperature up a bit
Too bad the electric heater started the house fire
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