Cosy (a British acrostic poem)

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Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled

Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in

Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep

Yawning he shut off the TV.  He wanted to live in that moment forever.

Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Dune (an acrostic poem)

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Dramatic undulations littered the moving landscape

Under the constant onslaught of sun and wind

Never the same from minute to minute

Entropy hard at work

Rust (an acrostic poem)

 

Ravages of time and oxidation scarred the urban landscape

Under that dilapidation lies the proud and the mighty

So many, now one with the dust below the decay above

The wind blows red.  The bleeding continues.

 

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Ocean (an acrostic poem)

On top of my boogie board

Care thrown to the wind as the wave breaks

Everything screams go as I start falling downward

And the wave carries me towards the awaiting shore

Now time to pick myself up and find my next ride

 

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Kilt (an acrostic poem)

Knees are not the only things left open to the wind

Iain strike a pose, daring the world to comment

Loving his Scottish roots

Tartan waving bravely in defiance

 

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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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Vast (an acrostic poem)

Viewing the horizon, you fall to your knees

All of that sand, ripples carved by the incessant wind

So much nothingness, and you feel despair

Throwing yourself onto your back you make a sand angel in a call for help

 

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Yell (an acrostic poem)

You shout into the wind until you have to steal some or pass out

Every part of your being is still so upset.  You bow your head down

Lamenting how life can be so unfair, it almost crushes your spirit

Lifting back up your head you begin to scream once more

 

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Go For It (an acrostic poem)

Green traffic light cuts the darkness

Opening the way for me

 

Feeling the pavement pass under my wheels

Outside becomes surreal

Racing through this new reality

 

Itching to shift it into the next gear

Throwing caution to the wind, I do it

 

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