Escribimos poemas basados en historias de misterio, a partir
de un proyecto de poesía institucional.
Acrostic Poem
There was an old man who
Had a blue and scary eye
Every night he had a nightmare
Thinking at the morning he died
Every Sunday night he fell asleep
Losing in his dreams his scary eye
Linking his thoughts one by one
Todd was his name and in a nightmare he was
At nine AM he woke up and scared he turned on his bedroom
light
Looking at his bedroom door he got out of the bed not fine
Eight seconds later went to the bathroom and in his mirror he
looked a few times
He was rare, like if something wasn´t there, so then he looked
at the crystal
Everything was fine except something relationed to his sight
Ah, he shouted because he didn’t have his scary eye
Running he saw god next to him and he finally understood
The nightmare he had was true and that meant that he had died.
BY JULIAN
Acrostic Poem
There was an old man who
Had a blue and scary0
Eye that the owner of the house
hated, so he decided
To kill the old man and he
Enjoyed not seeing that eye any more
Later, the police
arrived and he had to lie to them but
Then he got nervous and heard
A
heart beat, so he
confessed
Lonely, he stayed in jail
Every year of the rest of his life
with the
Heart beat in his head.
Evening, morning, night…
Always hearing
Right the same sound
The end
BY
NICOLE
