Knife was sharp, elbows were out, nose broken
Everything screamed danger to those around him
Everyone scrambled to get away, but they didn’t need to
No one, including him, noticed that his shoelaces were tied together
Keen (an acrostic poem)
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Break (an acrostic poem)
Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor
Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket
Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say
As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood
Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…
Gasp (an acrostic poem)
Given how much he was startled
A sharp intake of breath was to be expected
So imagine their astonishment when that intake kept going and going…
Perhaps you shouldn’t surprise Kirby.
Replace (an acrostic poem)
Realizing there are times when you are broken inside
Everything just rattles around and you feel the stabbing of the sharp pieces
Putting that back together would be difficult if not impossible
Leaving what would be left is an incomplete you
As some of the parts would be lost or the edges rounded to leave gaps
Covered with tape and superglue. Looking in the mirror you don’t recognize your own soul
Embrace a new chance, a new hope, a new you and let the rubble be recycled
Tiger (an acrostic poem)
There was that time when he was out prowling around
Impeccable coat, stripes so sharp they would slice through rival suitors
Giving the ladies a view of what an alpha male looked like
Everything changed when he met her. She stopped that predator dead in his tracks
Relaxing on her new pelt rug, she looked into his eyes. What a pussycat!
Knife (an acrostic poem)
Knowing you would keep stabbing me in my back
Never helped in the past and yet
If I didn’t go through that personal hell I wouldn’t be where I am
Finally free of the pain of your sharp slices that cut me down
Enabling me to fly away on angel’s wings
Sour (an acrostic poem)
Scrunching up her face in reaction to sipping the drink
Obviously, it was much tarter than what she was expecting
Uttering a sharp laugh, her partner handed her a sugar cube as an apology
Refusing the cube, she gave it another sip. It was better this way.
Sharp (an acrostic poem)
Slicing through all the bull that was in his way
He cut to the heart of the matter with his acerbic wit
All the while looking damn good doing it
Reaching for a his negroni he took a satisfyingly bitter sip
Punctuating a perfect performance
Lion (an acrostic poem)
Like being the king of my domain
I prowl back and forth, roaring to show how big and bad I am
Oh sure I may be scary and intimidating with all these sharp teeth, but
No one said I wouldn’t play with a ball of yarn if given a chance.
Elephant (an acrostic poem)
Everything evolved to be so different as he grew older and wiser
Little things became huge, the huge things became so small
Every wrinkle in his face captured memories that witnessed a lifetime
Perhaps his reputation was that of a mild mannered servant
However he had sharp, hard tusks that had seen more than one battle
And he had the girth and stature to use them effectively
Not that most of his adversaries tried, and those that did
They usually ended up being trampled underfoot.
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