That first time my lips grazed yours
How my world changed forever
Racing hearts beating together
It left me dizzy and short of breath
Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again
Loving that hit of raw adrenaline
Thrill (an acrostic poem)
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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
Dream (an acrostic poem)
Diving deep under the covers to embrace sleep
Racing into a realm of magic, wonder, and amazement
Engaging in a disastrous discussion with a pompous platypus
As the house of cards you built burns because you only had two pair…
Maybe you should have not eaten that peperoni pizza before going to bed
Coral (an acrostic poem)
Copious clownfish crowded the reef
Organized chaos of shifting schooling patterns
Racing along the bright bony protrusions
As the sun lazily drifted down through the water
Lighting a piece of aquatic perfection
Rocket (an acrostic poem)
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Racing up through the atmosphere
On a giant plume of flame
Carrying a massive amount of explosive materials
Knowing a single spark in the wrong place could be disastrous
Ending everything in the blink of an eye
That view though, once the blue sky faded, always made it worth it
Armor (an acrostic poem)
As her alarm heralded a new call to battle
Randi braced herself for another day in the trenches
Making her coffee extra strong, it sent her heart racing
On went her power suit and matching shoe briefcase combo
Reaching for her favorite pen, she was ready for war
Release (an acrostic poem)
Racing towards a climax
Everything slows down
Losing oneself in the moment
Every sensation is amplified
And the pressure continues to build
So when you plunge over the edge
Everything feels of so right
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Trial (an acrostic poem)
Tribulations were the least of Lydia’s worries
Racing against the end of days was a real thing
If she was successful, everyone would survive
And if she failed, well, that really wasn’t an option
Lifting her eyes to seek whatever divine help she could she entered the fray
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Troop (an acrostic poem)
The laser fire burned the landscape around Gordon
Racing to cover he drew a bead on its source
Opening fire himself he silenced the combatant
Only that marked his own position. Gordon felt a burn then nothing evermore
Pushing past his eternal vigil, the rest of the platoon didn’t have time to mourn
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Word Count (an acrostic poem)
When sitting down in front of her computer
Olivia began her daily penance
Racing fingers
Dancing on the keyboard
Crafting new realms from the ether
Outpouring her imagination onto the page
Until she felt she could write no more that day
Nanowrimo would push her to become the writer she wanted to be
That or break her will to write till New Years.
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Never Short On Words 