Flash (an acrostic poem)

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Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over

Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t

As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were

Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky

He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”

Bend (an acrostic poem)

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Being flexible was one of his strengths

Everyone knew he could roll with the worst of punches

Now they would still leave him bruised and bleeding

Didn’t break his spirit though

Games (an acrostic poem)

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Going to try their luck

As they roll the dice one last time

Maybe this time they will win

Even though as they released the tumbling cubes

Something twisted in the universe

Tape (an acrostic poem

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The roll was empty again, and that pissed off Heather

All she wanted was for her roommates to replace the roll when it ran out

Perhaps this would stick with them

Every roll of toilet paper, except the one she hid, was soon wrapped in scotch…

Roll (an acrostic poem)

Random chance encapsulated by dancing cubes

Obliterating different realities as they settle down

Leaving Janice a bit shaken at the outcome

Losing was always a possibility, but she didn’t plan on this…

Laugh (an acrostic poem)

 

Letting rip the giggles

As you roll around on the bed

Until your sides hurt, but you continue the tickle war

Gripping these times with your kid while you can

How fast these times will end.

 

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Wheel (an acrostic poem)

 

Well, she felt like she was just spinning in place

Her mind dizzy with the constant whirling of thoughts

Emanating from a Tasmanian Devil like cyclone

Every time she thought she had figured it out, doubt would roll over her again

Leaving her coasting along on thin tread

 

 

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