Boil (an acrostic poem)

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Being forced to sit and listen to their inane chatter almost made steam come out of her ears

Of all the places on Earth she could be, here she was wanting to scream for release

It took all her self-control not to just explode

Looking at her face, though, you could see her face turn a brighter red than a lobster left too long at a…

Wire (an acrostic poem)

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Windings of many strands dangle from poles made from transplanted dead trees

Incarcerated electrons forced to carry secret messages to and fro

Replying to their digital masters the information that was entrusted to them

Every part connected by the coppery web

Vessel (an acrostic poem)

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Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast

Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed

Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously

Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors

Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body

Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time

Achieve (an acrostic poem)

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Accept with grace that sometimes you will fail

Cherish those moments, no matter how hard they are

Here is where you learn the most

It is akin to putting a puzzle together

Everything was once one picture before being forced to shatter

Vividly the picture can be reconstructed, but the outlines of what happen will always be there

Embrace that change and then reach for the next level

Social (an acrostic poem)

So many people together in close proximity

Ordinarily that could be a fun time for the crowd

Covid changed that dynamic greatly

It forced us to find other ways to be close while being farther apart

And while it wasn’t perfect, it was sometimes enough

Letting us dip our toes into the sea of being…

Story (an acrostic poem)

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Solid pieces of imagination

That are forced into reality through the writer’s skill and anxiety

Order forged out of the chaos of emotions

Released into the world to live or die upon the whims of readers

Yet likely the author will mourn either way

Page (an acrostic poem)

Plunging into the words

And swimming the story

Going deeper and deeper

Eventually forced to come up for air and a dose of reality

 

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