Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions
Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color
It made things less scary and more comfy
Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real
Veil (an acrostic poem)
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Hint (an acrostic poem)
Her bemused smirk told him he was being made fun of
It didn’t help though, since if he asked about its meaning she would belittle him even more
Now if she made up the whole thing, well if he let that go she would hold that against him for years
That’s why he studied her. Was hent even a word? He hoped she would give him even the slightest…
Tart (an acrostic poem)
The sour taste in his mouth made him spit
All he had to rinse it out was more bitterness
Reaching for a lemon sounded sweeter than what he was experiencing
That’s why it even surprised him when he told his wife, “This is delicious, dear”.
Tempo (an acrostic poem)
The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.
Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.
Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.
Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.
Obviously, the following ovation was intense. The musicians were kids after all.
Smoke (an acrostic poem)
So many wires going here and there
More than what is needed right now, but you want to be ready for the future
Oh I know it can get confusing, but that’s okay
Keep track of everything right up here in my big old brain
Except I forgot and now the smoke alarm is going off. Damn!
*a semi-fictitious tale. There was no smoke in my case. lol
Nervous (an acrostic poem)
Never sang in front of more than a couple dozen people before
Evert could feel his legs try to quiver with just the mere thought of the packed concert hall
Ready and waiting for him to come on stage and open his mouth to let those songs free
Vivian smiled warmly as she straitened his collar. “You’ve got this.”
Oh, he got something all right. Got to go to the bathroom that is.
Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked himself in the eye and thought..
So what was it going to be? That’s when he threw up.
Farm (an acrostic poem)
Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing
And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth
Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though
Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.
Hi (an acrostic poem)
Hello there. I am glad you came today to look at my little poem
I hope you will come by tomorrow for a longer, more in-depth one
Scrape (an acrostic poem)
She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern
Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage
Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides
After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished
Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow
Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him
Name (an acrostic poem)
Now, what should he call his invention?
And he knew this was almost more important than the invention itself
Making him wonder if maybe he should shelve the whole stinking kit and kaboodle
Except the WhositwhatsitYouSitISittm was so cool otherwise
Never Short On Words 