Fear (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on what caused him to tremble

Embracing the terror he held in his hand

Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage

Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”

Tired (an acrostic poem)

Time to go to bed.

It’s been a long and trying day.

Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,

Except I still need to get these three things done.

Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?

Luck (an acrostic poem)

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Letting the coin spin in the air

Unclear what fate would determine I feel my anxiety rise

Catching it and slapping it on my wrist my anxiety fled and I felt content

Knowing that my future had been decided

Sharp (an acrostic poem)

So many times Mel had fallen flat

He just couldn’t seem to rise to the occasion

All that changed during the prom though

Resplendent in his James Bond esq tuxedo

People around him hummed ZZ Top

 

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