Solve (an acrostic poem)

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So many questions that need answers found

Only each of those answers spawn more crunchy questions

Leaving the circle of knowledge ever turning

Valuable as that cycle is, sometimes you just want to find an end

Especially when it come to taking an exam

Dread (an acrostic poem)

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Doomed to keep repeating her mistakes like some deranged version of Groundhog Day

Rachel kept trying to break the cycle

Except she never found a way

And so here she was again

Doomed to keep repeating her mistakes like some deranged version of Groundhog Day

Anchor (an acrostic poem)

 

Adrift in a sea of high emotions

No sunrise on the horizon to be found

Caution blew away with the high winds hours ago

Hearing the waves pounding on the rocks

Only thing he could safely do was ground himself against the current

Releasing the weight, he felt it plunge deep and hold, but for how long

 

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Villain (an acrostic poem)

Venomous words spewed with intense malice

It made the whole encounter even more toxic

Leaving me looking for the exit

Lo, there was no exit to be found

As I was cut off by more vile miscreants

It made me sick to my stomach

Now just because I had poisoned their water supply…

 

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Found (an acrostic poem)

Floundering in the fog, looking for anything familiar

Overhead the moon peers down, but she can’t see me

Unable to get my bearings I just decide a direction and march

Nearer to a destination, come what may

Determined to discover where I have been hiding

 

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Found (an acrostic poem)

Four years ago Sable set out to find herself

Outside of her job, she had nothing holding her back

Undertaking this journey met getting rid of everything

Now she is a digital nomad roaming, writing, and ever searching

Don’t know if her quest will ever be successful, but the journey is amazing

 

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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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