Short Acre Poems

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


Lennie and Half Acre

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.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Probably An Acre By Now

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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Probably An Acre By Now

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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Hell's Half Acre

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 half acre
Form: Limerick

God's Acre

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 to all those that are long gone,
All is clear the gate clangs shut, 
The key turns in the lock,
Darkness envelops the graveyard once more


Premium Member One Acre Island


 You're an empty old man now.
Wisdom fell short of your doorstep.
People are supposed to come to you for advice
, but you're still a mercury-headed fool, so they don't.
You've visibly and emotionally regressed.
Your once lush mind island is shrinking.
Overrun by rats of pig-headedness.
You dedicate every breath to yourself and nobody else.
A one-acre burning hurricane 
island
of 
death.

OPPOSING ACRE

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 feel alive

Arriving safely means you do survive
Maybe lose a shirt but keep your vest
No more travelling, just count to ten
Stay in this spot like all satisfied men
No need to undertake any other test
For yet more glory, let others strive
Form: Rhyme

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