The lightning and thunder are at his command
His hand holding a spinning Mjolnir
Outside he looks like he is as calm as the eye of a hurricane
Reality was the true storm was raging inside
Thor (an acrostic poem)
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Cosy (a British acrostic poem)
Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled
Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in
Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep
Yawning he shut off the TV. He wanted to live in that moment forever.
Cider (an acrostic poem)
Cold pressed apple fluids left outside in a large jug
In the dead of winter the water freezes on top
Driving the flavor into a more concentrated solution below
Each time the blah ice is then removed and the process repeats over and over for months
Rewarded finally with a fermented drink that tasted of sunny autumn days and patience
Road (an acrostic poem)
Racing down this country lane with you
Outside the trees fly by
As time stands still inside
Determined to never have this moment end
Still (an acrostic poem)
Something about sitting down, eyes closed, not moving
The outside slows down and the inside opens up
It allows you to shed the pull of society’s hectic current
Letting you find a spot of calm that is at your core
Leaving you reenergized when you emerge from being…
Storm (an acrostic poem)
Stabbing light slashed down from stone-gray clouds
The weather perfectly fit Patty’s mood as fat raindrops ravaged the arid soil
Outside nature threw one of her best temper tantrums
Reminding Patty of her last relationship when she finally broke it off
Men could be such whiners
Outpost (an acrostic poem)
Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind
Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming
That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood
Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible
Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse
So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring
The snow soon covered up the red stain
Row (an acrostic poem)
Residing all along a line
Outside sitting on a bench of pine
Wolfing down the meal upon which they dine
Wool (an acrostic poem)
Wearing the itchy stuff seemed such a hassle
Of course, when it was cold outside it was nice and warm
On the account of rain, socks made of it were bliss
Looks like being itchy was the price to pay for happiness
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Bowl (an acrostic poem)
Balls doing acrobatics down the hardwood lanes
Outside the second arrow trying to find the pocket
When in reality my ball does what it wants
Leaving me more pins than I can spare.
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