Though acrostic poems are harder to write than one might think, I do consider it more of a gimmick form. They’re visually appealing (an acrostic poem would make a great gift for a nursery–the baby kind, not the plant kind), but if I listened to a poem written this way, I don’t believe I would notice it was written as such.
I don’t understand all the rage with haikus, either, however, I love limericks (perhaps it’s the Irish trio in me). Limericks just have a lilt and whimsy to them the aforementioned forms do not.
However, I wrote an acrostic poem yesterday as part of a writing exercise.
Sunshine and rainwater, creating luscious, sweet curves of
Undulating pleasures of the flesh—the flesh of summer fruit.
Early rising to the beach, late sun setting,
Reaching for another sensual sangria.