Beard (an acrostic poem)

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Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe

Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it

And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore

Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug

Damn that hurt.  It just wasn’t the same.

Betrayed (an acrostic poem)

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Been promised that everything would be fine

Except that was never going to be true

That shouldn’t have surprised her

Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks

And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried

Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together

Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right

Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard.  She spit on his grave.

Ration (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato

And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much

That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight

If he could do more, he would

Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week

Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed

Patch (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps he should just conform to the pirates’ code

And just wear the basic black

That would make things so much easier

Considering how much he loved to stand out, though

He put back on the rhinestone studded one, even though it hurt because it looked fabulous!

Flame (an acrostic poem)

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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

Above (an acrostic poem)

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All he wanted was to be at the top of the mountain

Being able to show his superiority to those below him

Only those he wanted to bow to him didn’t see him that way

Vowing that he was nothing but a balloon filled with ego and hot air

Even though that hurt him, he laughed.  That hot air and ego allowed him to float up high.

Rip (an acrostic poem)

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Reducing the document to confetti

It made her feel so good to be finally free

Perhaps leaving the remnants of their marriage certificate on his grave was a bit petty, but he wasn’t going to hurt her ever again

Laugh (an acrostic poem)

 

Letting rip the giggles

As you roll around on the bed

Until your sides hurt, but you continue the tickle war

Gripping these times with your kid while you can

How fast these times will end.

 

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Stack (an acrostic poem)

 

So many things piled on

The weight of carrying it all made her hunch her shoulders and hurt her back

Almost bringing her to her knees with white-hot daggers of pain

Carrying all those troubles may be crippling, but

Keeping them away from her family was her salve

 

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