Style (an acrostic poem)

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Stripes of red and yellow paired with polka dots

That were purple and orange

Yelled out loud that she had entered the room

Leaving no doubt in her confident defiance of the norms

Everyone envied Grandma’s audacity

Yarn (an acrostic poem)

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You think he memorizes his stories?

All of them are made up right on the spot

Really, he takes a seed of truth and plants it in his imagination

Now his voice waters that seed and out of that grows amazing

Spoons (an acrostic poem)

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So far much can you handle today?

Perhaps it is one or two more than yesterday

Or maybe it is a half dozen less

Or maybe you threw them all in the wash and need to sit out a bit

Nobody can tell you how many you have at your disposal

So do what you can and know that it’s okay

Exit (an acrostic poem)

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Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!

Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.

It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.

That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.

Alert (an acrostic poem)

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As she woke up, she wondered what happened

Lights were still out, her spouse still asleep next to her

Everything seemed right, but there was something wrong

Reaching for her phone, she turned on the flashlight

There by the door was… nothing. She had a hard time falling back to sleep

Toast (an acrostic poem)

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The realization that you are burnt out

Oh, and you know that the whole thing is just beginning

And that’s why you feel so crusty

So butter up, buttercup, and take a deep breath

Then when you feel less crispy take another bite.

Rag (an acrostic poem)

 

Reaching out and sucking as much of the mess as she could 

Absorbing as much of the hate and condemnation before she overflowed

Getting saturated she ended up to wringing herself out into her emotional drain 

 

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