Short Acme Poems

Short Acme Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Acme by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Acme by length and keyword.


Premium Member Truly Named Acme

Truly named Acme

We fed cardboard sheets
into a machine in steady flow

corrugated boxes the result
boxes to be filled with wares
endless capitalism perpetuated


Premium Member Acme Inf

Awareness
Consciousness 
Mindfulness
Existence


(Note: title should read. A.C.M.E. Inf. It says u can use punctuation in in the title box, doesn't work for me. ????)

Premium Member Acme To the Rescue

I fondly remember Road Runner cartoons
That amused us until weekend afternoons
Wile E. got just desserts
On that barren desert
But I wished Acme mailed him Kevlar balloons

12/28/15  for combination of three words contest
Form: Limerick

Adoritrix: Polyphonic Acme

Serried spirits walk on the wind

Paratrooper raindrops collecting courage before descent

Imbibed by your paints, tasting life in your landscape 

Heart ablaze, my fantasies have been conquered


Village pillaged by an army of one

Glimmer of my eye tucked in by evening sun

Assigned to your omphalos, war drums curvet 

At your touch, I evaporate into song
Form: Rispetto

Premium Member Acme Ink

Time bomb time womb times
Dark light spaces between our
birth life whisperers, tangent told
and tried by ego-etiquette egadathons, 
yet we all fall short into how we hold each other
side by side in a sometimes listless sublime 
treasure trove of banal love designs
claiming a socio-coaxial critical correspondent
climax ever instilling potent long lifeforms sailing on
miniscule observations from places far, far away.


Acme

The discovery of a new planet.
That is hospitable. 
That is as beautiful as our own.
We forget.
A discovery that changed the world.
And the people that made it possible.
We forget that as well.
To me, the word “acme,” is new and old.
It tells a story of perfection.
When a scientist makes a new discovery.
Inventing their lives into a dwindling existence.
We forget.
The electricity in our homes.
Used to be a thing of beauty.
Is now ordinary.
Acme.
Is a word we forgot as well.

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