Paradise (an acrostic poem)

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Putting my toes in the ocean with the wind in my hair and the heavy scent of salt in the air

And if not then a crystal clear lake with cabins and joy all around

Rural roads with mile upon mile of fresh blacktop and not a car in sight

A strong wind during twilight bringing the fresh smell of a coming storm

Dark night under the stars, friends to either side sharing stories and jokes

Icy cold in contrast to a bright sun reflecting off a virgin snowfall

Surreally painted skies at the beach, good tunes on the radio, watching the sun sink slowly off stage west

Everyone should occasionally go to their special place to recharge their soul in their own …

Plate (an acrostic poem)

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Putting down the platter in front of her

Lisa pondered what was going to happen to her next

All that Googling and research, but in the end, it always came down to a coin flip

Tails and she would die from the poison there in front of her, okay, maybe that was a bit strong, but…

Everyone watched as she ate. She smiled. It seemed to be gluten-free. Heads it is!

Scrap (an acrostic poem)

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So many pieces of his soul littered the landscape of his life

Cluttering memories with strong emotions

Reaching down he picked up a shard, careful not to crush it

A bit of a smile flashed across his face

Perhaps it was just the cocoon that he needed to emerge beautiful and ready to fly

Wise (an acrostic poem)

person holding gray twist pen and white printer paper on brown wooden table

Words tumbled from his fingers and pooled upon the page

Irrigating the fertile ground allowing new thoughts to take root

Slowly those ideas grow tall and strong, awaiting harvest

Examining his crop, he began harvesting those who’s time had come and pruning the rest

Like (an acrostic poem)

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Love was definitely too strong of a word

It was kind of possibly closer to admiring or appreciating

Knowing they were all related he gave up and confessed his feelings to her

Everyone laughed when he said to her “I prefer you.  A lot.”

Armor (an acrostic poem)

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As her alarm heralded a new call to battle

Randi braced herself for another day in the trenches

Making her coffee extra strong, it sent her heart racing

On went her power suit and matching shoe briefcase combo

Reaching for her favorite pen, she was ready for war

Fancy (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on the boring fundamentals was not his strong suit

All he wanted to do was gild the lily with as much gold as it could handle

Nothing made him happier than making those around him not feel plain

Causing them to bloom and allowing him to make them sparkle even more

Yet when he looked into the mirror he didn’t see anything …

Divide (an acrostic poem)

Division was always Vivian’s strong suit

It didn’t matter if it was numbers or people

Vivian could separate the goats from the sheep

It didn’t matter what defined goat or sheep

Determined to put her skills to use, Vivian turned to politics

Except she found being a pollster much better to her liking

 

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Weed (an acrostic poem)

When you burst through the cracks of society

Everyone thinks you need to be pruned back

Everything must go back to the “good old days”

Don’t let them tread on you.  Grow strong and bloom.  Let your beauty shine!

 

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