Face (an acrostic poem)

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Feeling where his eyes, his cheekbones, and his jaw were. It gave her a quick mental picture.

Alice smiled.  He was a handsome boy for sure.

Clyde asked her, “Would you like to see how my lips feel?”

Everything stopped as his lips pressed against hers.

Beast (an acrostic poem)

Boy, he was so beautifully handsome that it almost hurt her eyes

Everything about his appearance was just so perfect

And all he wanted was to be with her, forever.  A dream come true

So when he showed his darker side it caught her by surprise.  The nightmares began

They only ended when the monster sunk his claws into her mind and her will died

 

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Creative Spirit (an acrostic poem)

Cursing up a storm, Artie raged against the rain of bad news

Reality was determined to corner her into marrying Brad

Everything was just too perfect.  He was handsome, kind, interesting

Absolutely the perfect man for her, and yet…

The truth of it was Artie didn’t believe in marriage

It wasn’t the commitment.  It was all the baggage that came with it

Vivid memories of her parents’ divorce still played in her nightmares

Everything having to do with matching rings made her queasy

 

Still if she didn’t say yes it meant she was saying no to Brad

Plenty of women would gladly take her place in his life

Inspired by that conundrum, Artie began to draw

Reaching inward to find an answer or some sort of compromise

If there was a way to do this, she would find it

That or decide whether she wanted to live the rest of her life with Brad or herself