Valley (an acrostic poem)

 

Vast hills of overwhelming emotions rim his psyche

All casting shadows in the depths where he lays at rest

Looking at the prospect of climbing out

Leaves him feeling exhausted before he even begins

Every step a struggle, the climb pure torture

Yet once high up in the surrounding hilltops the view of tomorrow is amazing

 

Image:  images.christianitytoday.com/images/54767.jpg

Struggle (an acrostic poem)

 

So things are getting pretty tough

That might be an understatement

Really it’s moments like these that define who we are

Understanding how to work past pesky problems

Giving each other a hand and cross the finish line together

Going the extra distance because we choose to do so

Looking forward to sharing stories over a cold one at the pub

Enjoying our victory over this…

 

Image: 1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKXpezcKImk/V9Ne9FiKQ7I/AAAAAAAAFnU/Ctrpw0pTA_IdZkRkzhw-AXDVpLswplm7ACLcB/s1600/yamaha%2Bsatuempat.jpg

Struggle (an acrostic poem)

So many children were screaming into the void

That the void got frustrated and threw the cacophony back

Resulting in an aural tsunami that came crashing over my consciousness

Undercutting the foundation of my sanity

Giving me a sonic lobotomy

Gone was any chance of getting anything done

Leaving nothingness

Existential emptiness

 

Image: baptistandreflector.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/screaming-children-silly.jpg

Fail (an acrostic poem)

Food is always there, tempting Liza

And she honestly set a goal each morning to resist its charms

It is a daily struggle to see if she can stick to her goals

Leaving her depressed and disappointed as she wipes off doughnut crumbs

 

Image: gymterest.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/hungry-girl.jpg

My Robot Life (syllabic verse)

Bots

Love them

Create them

I program them

Yet right now they suck

Really it is more me

I cannot get things to fit

Even though I want to give up

I will try again to make it work

I must struggle, learn, and then I can teach

 

 

In this poem each line has one more syllable.  I wanted to try something different.  I hope you enjoy.

Writer’s Block (an acrostic poem)

***  In honor of those joining me in Nanowrimo as well as authors everywhere ***

 

When the walls begin to surround you

Reigning in your creativity

It might make you feel claustrophobic

The words stop flowing

Every syllable a struggle

Rendering the process to a halt

Silence becomes the norm

 

But there is always hope

Look for the sledgehammer in your toolkit

Or maybe even some explosives

Completely shoot everything you have at it

Killing the silence and allowing the words to flow once more

Reason (an acrostic poem)

Rational ideas set up bulwarks and walls, defending what it considers truth

Emotions launch themselves at those fortifications, trying to lay them low

As the battle wages on, the field gets more and more muddied

Soon the lines are blurred, and what was considered truth becomes lost in the struggle

Obscuring what was the purpose of the original struggle

Negating any hope that cooler minds will prevail