Wild (an acrostic poem)

When they told her to calm down, she amped it up

If they told her to wait a minute, she went faster

Looking back was never an option; she just kept her eyes to the future

Determined was how she viewed herself, others thought she was…

 

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Enough (an acrostic poem)

Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise

Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading

Outside he looked like he was just chilling out

Underneath he was boiling with emotions

Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers

He just couldn’t take it anymore.  Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.

 

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Cents (an acrostic poem)

Counting the pennies of each minute

Every one of them needed to be pried out of his arthritic hands

Never once did he give out his opinion easily

Two pieces of precious copper seemed two too many

So he hoarded his moments, his thoughts his treasure trove

 

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