Splash (an acrostic poem)

 

So you think you’re a real big deal?

Perhaps you’re right, but to me you are just meh

Love to hear that?  Well get used to it

As you can’t seem to find the words to express yourself

So tell me princess, do you like feeling like you’re a fish out of water?

Here’s to trying to figure out how to stand on your own two feet

Change (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t things just remain the same?

He shook his head reading the paper about another closure

As if being single wasn’t hard enough

Now where would he meet women?  He hated Tinder.

Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl

Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.

 

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Useless (an acrostic poem)

Until her twenty-third birthday, Abagail thought she was special

She would walk around like the queen she knew she had to be

Everything changed when she met Chuck

Love left her vulnerable, lowered her confidence

Esteem shrunk under Chuck’s manipulative eye

Soon she was relegated to being just his wife and not his partner

She told herself it was for the best.  Otherwise, she would be ….

 

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My Robot Life (syllabic verse)

Bots

Love them

Create them

I program them

Yet right now they suck

Really it is more me

I cannot get things to fit

Even though I want to give up

I will try again to make it work

I must struggle, learn, and then I can teach

 

 

In this poem each line has one more syllable.  I wanted to try something different.  I hope you enjoy.

Rebecca (an acrostic poem)

Really can’t believe you said “I do”

Even though it was twenty-three years ago

Because I still hear the echoes of those words every day

Each touch and smile deepen my bond to you

Could never imagine not taking this journey with you

Counting myself blessed beyond any measure

Always and forever yours.

 

 

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Love is Blind? (a 100 word diatribe)

Bob bristled at Angie’s comment.

“Love isn’t blind,” he said.  “Love sees everything.  Every wart, every defect.  Everything.  Love just accepts all those things and keeps giving hugs.  Love wants to show you that it’s okay to not be perfect, to fail, to do something stupid.  Love is there to be wounded, kicked to the teeth, and spit upon.  That’s why love is considered folly by some and ludicrous by others, but in the end, love wants to see you be the best you you can be.”

“But Charlie is blind in the book,” Angie said.

“But his love isn’t.”

 

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Thorn (an acrostic poem)

The rose bit Olivia’s finger, releasing a single scarlet drop

Hendrik felt horrible.  She was the love of his life and he had caused her pain

Olivia sucked at her wound with a small pout on her face

Realizing he needed to do something, he leaned forward to seal it with a kiss

Never seeing the rose as she smashed it into his face

 

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