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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Identity (an acrostic poem)

 

It wasn’t who he was

Didn’t they know that?

Everyone should see it.  He wasn’t that complicated

Now if he was, well maybe she wouldn’t have left him

That still hurt twenty some odd years later

If time does heal, he must be a man outside of time

That made him chuckle

You would think with a name like Gilgamesh he would know better

 

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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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Injured (an acrostic poem)

It hurt so badly, but that wasn’t the worst of it

Now he had to suffer from the consequences

Just thinking about that put him in an emotional tailspin

Unable to find which way was up

Reduced to a quivering mess of trauma

Emily had dumped him

Devastating his self-esteem and libido

 

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