Ugly (an acrostic poem)

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Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked hideous.

Going on this date was such a bad idea.

Leaving her alone would be better than returning to their table, wouldn’t it?

Yet when they left the restaurant she held his hand, and he wondered why.

Plain (an acrostic poem)

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Putting her unadorned baggy white dress on

Leaving so much to the imagination that it hurt to even try to fantasize anything about her

And piling her hair up under her uninspiring hat

It gave the world the perfect vanilla picture she craved them to know

Nobody would expect the wildness contained therein until it was too late

Meal (an acrostic poem)

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Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.

Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.

A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.

Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.

Salty (an acrostic poem)

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Seasoning was the key to all great cooking

And he wanted to be known as a Master Chef

Leaving the galley kitchen, he went on deck and breathed in the sea air

That’s when one of the junior officers made a snide remark about breakfast

Yelling obscenities back was probably not a good idea, he realized, as he washed all the dishes

Chilly (an acrostic poem)

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Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.

His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.

It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?

Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.

Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.

Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.

Feel (an acrostic poem)

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Finding his emotions too cumbersome to deal with, he packed them away.

Eliminating his ability to cope with other people around him

Everything became harder until he decided to become a hermit

Leaving humanity behind allowed him to decompress and once again begin to …

Bluff (an acrostic poem)

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Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late

Flame (an acrostic poem)

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Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.

Tale (an acrostic poem)

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Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy

As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts

Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more

Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom.