Focusing on falling and missing the ground
Little Johnny jumped into the air
Yet gravity had other ideas
Fly (an acrostic poem)
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Farm (an acrostic poem)
Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing
And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth
Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though
Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.
Erode (an acrostic poem)
Eveline felt the ground beneath her feet crumble
Removing what firm standing she had in this reality
Other worlds flashed before her falling eyes
Diminishing into dots as she sped by, but she thought she still heard her friends somehow
Everyone was concerned when Eveline went catatonic again. It was so tragic.
Whole (an acrostic poem)
When the ground opened up, it swallowed the entire town.
How could such a thing happen without any warning?
Oh, and the hole kept getting bigger and bigger
Leaving an ever-growing scar across the landscape
Everyone was horrified as they turned the next page of Stephen King’s newest book
Winter (an acrostic poem)
When Mother Nature’s dandruff flakes cover the hard gray-brown ground
It makes me want to give her a shampoo that would help with her scalp condition
Now you might think that I’m being uncaring and callous
True, but I think not letting her know about her problem perpetuates all the negative
Everyone would benefit from her doing a little bit of hygiene
Really, it would make head and shoulders of a difference
Snow (an acrostic poem)
So much of the white stuff littered the ground that
No trace of anything else was in view
Obscuring the need to go anywhere else
While consuming hours moving it from one place to another
Carry On(an acrostic poem)
Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had
And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted
Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea
Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!
Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!
Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning
Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!
Grit (an acrostic poem)
Given she was down at least a pint and a half of blood
Really, she should be passed out on the ground
Instead, she looked the creature in the eye and growled
That’s what finally broke the monster and it fled into the darkness
Civil (an acrostic poem)
Chivalry seemed to be such an outdated idea
It meant treating everyone with respect
Vance always added “that they deserve” to the end of that phrase
It was the motto by which he lived his life
Leaving him the moral ground to do what he pleased, and he did so
Ground (an acrostic poem)
Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky
Really it was his muscles clenching all at once
Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped
Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted
Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed. They were too busy trying to flee, but they
Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled. “Now it’s my turn.”
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