Rust (an acrostic poem)

 

Ravages of time and oxidation scarred the urban landscape

Under that dilapidation lies the proud and the mighty

So many, now one with the dust below the decay above

The wind blows red.  The bleeding continues.

 

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Industry (an acrostic poem)

 

It all started with a glimmer of an idea

Not anything big, barely something you could see if you squinted

Dim as it was, someone saw the importance of it

Under their careful eyes, the idea grew and grew

Soon there was a prototype, then first generation

That morphed into a product that they could be proud of

Releasing it into the world to see how it would be received

Yet already working on what would come next

 

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Teacher (an acrostic poem)

 

The problem seemed unsolvable

Everyone in the class vehemently agreed that it couldn’t be done

And Miss Snow wistfully agreed, but then she began to ask questions

Can you.. could you… how would you…

Having their preconceived notions challenged, they began to explore

Engaging the problem with new vigor, trying new possible solutions

Reaching the answer, they were proud to prove Miss Snow wrong.

 

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Scars (an acrostic poem)

So you have some marks on you from life’s battles

Can’t have lived without acquiring a few

And you have lived, so show them some fondness

Remember they help make you the unique person you are

So be proud and keep fighting.  You’re worth it!

 

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