That first time my lips grazed yours
How my world changed forever
Racing hearts beating together
It left me dizzy and short of breath
Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again
Loving that hit of raw adrenaline
Thrill (an acrostic poem)
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Last (an acrostic poem)
Living at the end of the line
As she watches people cut in up ahead
She should be really upset at having to wait longer but,
The fact she doesn’t have to go home yet made her so safe and happy
Tired (an acrostic poem)
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
Wait (an acrostic poem)
Watching time crawl slowly past
And wondering why you are not here
It drives me crazy as I count the seconds
To when I can join you in heaven
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Wild (an acrostic poem)
When they told her to calm down, she amped it up
If they told her to wait a minute, she went faster
Looking back was never an option; she just kept her eyes to the future
Determined was how she viewed herself, others thought she was…
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Eternity Could Wait (a 150 word story)
The time had come to say goodbye, but Liam didn’t want to let go. Sixty-three years of marriage would do that to you. He looked down on his wife, her eyes closed, her hands across her chest. It almost brought tears to his eyes again. He reached out and brushed her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open. She searched the room, but nope, her husband was still gone. She was absolutely sure she had felt him. She felt the tears well up again. When will they ever stop? She rolled over to cry silently into her pillow. Why did he have to leave her?
He saw her look straight through him, not seeing his ghostly spirit. He knew he should go on to whatever fate he had waiting, but well, sixty-three years of marriage. Instead, he blew her a kiss and contented himself with watching over her. Eternity could wait.
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Games (an acrostic poem)
Going first isn’t always an advantage
Although it lets you set the tone
Me, I like to wait to see what they do, then react
Enabling me to put my masculinity to the test
Still, it makes it hard to get a date playing that way
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