Trash (an acrostic poem)

The rubbish he was writing piled up around him

Rambling ideas clashing with the other balderdash

Any semblance to story was pure happenstance

So when he was just about to throw the refuse away

He stumbled onto what he was going to write.

 

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Tasty (an acrostic poem)

The aromas of honey and age greeted Kendra’s nostrils

As she opened it up and inhaled deeply

Salivating a bit she smiled and tried to take it all in

The flavors danced and spun such a complex tale

You never knew how good the story would be in an old book

 

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Legend (an acrostic poem)

Little more could be said, much less done

Everyone just stared as she walked across the floor

Gwen had accomplished the nigh impossible

Eyewitnesses would spread her story from here

New tales even more fanciful would be spun from the cloth of this truth

Destiny can kiss her ass.  She owned that bitch

 

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Tattoo (an acrostic poem)

The story of his life was written on living parchment

A diary of a man written on the one who lived it

The lows and the highs were treated equally

The whole thing was amazing to behold

Originally she just wanted to see it out of simple curiosity

Only now she was engrossed in who was written there

 

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Dust (an acrostic poem)

Dirt coated the remnants of civilization

Underneath the grime, the dead cars told a story

Silhouettes burned into the pavement eternally listened

The wind moaned at the ending

 

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Thinking (an acrostic poem)

There are always two sides to every story

He put down the book and shook his head

It didn’t really make sense that it was black and white

Nuance told him two sides were really a myriad of grays

Knowing that and applying it were two different things though

It made his life a practice of frustration, but still he tried

Nothing could be gained by giving up, so he embraced the gray

Good thing he was already color blind