Acre Poems - Poems about Acre

ACRE Well, is it better to travel than arrive Getting there doesn’t mean you rest As that is when exploring starts again To return here, nobody knows when Stand on the walls and beat your chest Such adventures make you feel...Read the rest...

OPPOSING ACRE Well, is it better to travel than arrive Getting there doesn’t mean you rest As that is when exploring starts again To return here, nobody knows when Stand on the walls and beat your chest Such adventures make you...Read the rest...

sweat hogs piggyback hells half acre of neurons all eyes on the farm...Read the rest...

sorry I have to abandon you because your toxicity level has reached an all time high.. the inability for you to acknowledge and accept that people have differing opinions ... your whole life you've wallowed in self righteous...Read the rest...

Piglet and Pooh seal their friendship on their daily walk. They casually bring philosophy to their lively talk. Share sage advice, each one with their own reflection. Demonstrate their trust in each other’s friend recollection. Their walks take them...Read the rest...

Darkness envelops like giant wings Heart thumping eyes unfocused, Hearing nothing silent as a graveyard, Under a misty moon a dark shape looms, Grey, solid, shiny marble it's a cold tomb, Paying respects with a nod then walk on by, Respect...Read the rest...

Tynecot. God's acre. Here.. A quiet churchyard on the Kentish Weald Finches flit from holly to yew Shafts of gold pierce the morning sky Calm...Read the rest...

Been chowing down on Mini Wheat Since I was a young lad it's oh so sweet Probably an acre by now Milk from Bessie the cow This breakfast supreme simply can't be beat...Read the rest...

Just a few years left till I meet my maker Hope my reputation hasn't preceded me as a heartbreaker I'm truly a decent soul Quite stunning as a whole But at times I lose it, run wild over hell's...Read the rest...

Been chowing down Post Shredded Wheat Since I was a young lad it's oh so sweet Probably an acre by now Milk from Bessie the cow This breakfast supreme simply can't be beat © Jack Ellison 2015...Read the rest...

Lennie was a Hen-pecked pastry baker Who told His wife He might forsake Her. She nagged and was grossly obese. He wanted it to quickly cease. Whereupon He frosted Her Half-acre....Read the rest...

The pulchritudinous aquatic lair, Of resplendent melancholy depth, A place damaged beyond repair, Teeming of glazed ghosts of death.   Hither and yon an offed world lingers, The alluring charm of the cadaverous expanse, Where bony-ice settles deep in frigid fingers, A bloodless shore...Read the rest...

Eden's dusk beams light As shining dawn sails asky Amidst sea of gleams 'Lil' planets trade zones Webbing auras with passion In fate guarded bends Yet 'still' were a few The 'nerdy' moon, 'sorry' star Rolling out lone cold Within an acre They grazed...Read the rest...

Tall and pure oasis So much has changed You remain constant and lovely Gentle, morning green grass Breaks like waves, laps at the shores Of white, gray, and yellow stones Towering above me, silent and sure Chiseled marble, granite...Read the rest...