Agent (an acrostic poem)

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All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low

Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them

Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat  

Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade

Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge

Ground (an acrostic poem)

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Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky

Really it was his muscles clenching all at once

Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped

Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted

Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed.  They were too busy trying to flee, but they

Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled.  “Now it’s my turn.”

Struggle (an acrostic emotional adventure)

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So many troubles were raining down on her

That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences

Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there

Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life

Giving up was always an option

Going under and never resurfacing again

Life would just go on for those around her

Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore

Wall (an acrostic poem)

 

Want to hit it so damn badly

And then punch my way through, removing it from my existence

Leaving only dust to witness where the impediment once stood

Letting me race ahead till I find the next…

 

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