While this may not be the best it is something I come up with to signify
Anker Is Love
My love for Anker is so great,
My heart melts for Battery packs 'til the dusk of day.
The night gets Powered up and away,
With Power IQ, Voltage boost 'til day’s dawn.
Ankers beauty is great,
Wondering minds sees charging is all I do,
While waiting for the moment,
The moment for Power up to say 100%
Cool 
100% Power-Full stuff fella 
I still feel like it’s incomplete, although I wrote this a week or so ago and haven’t come up with anything to add hence why I posted it now.
After reading your poem I came up with this little limerick
Hope this ok
There once was a man who loved Anker
All his mates thought he was a %anker
But when their percentage hit 20
He always had plenty
Stored in his Power Bank ahhhh
Let’s keep it going, everyone add your own take of Anker Poetry
For this topic I will not pull words out my pocket, instead unlike the 10mm socket, what’s in my pocket is a bank. Not one to visit, but one you can use, unlike your wallet which takes abuse.
Oh Anker my lovely, my dear
With your Sounbuds you are in my ear
With your Powercore you are shear
The most useful 21st century panacea
With your Powerport you make it clear
That with Anker you can live without fear.
There was a Chinese guru called Stephan Yang
Who initially in Google then in Schenzen he began
To produce quality products called Anker
Which he made and we said “what’s this fer”
And now in the Community has thousand of fans
That cracks me up 
Yes yes yes, keep it coming people. Y’all rock
This isn’t poetry but in the thespian vane
To be with Power, or not to be with Power, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous battery life,
Or to take Anker against a sea of troubles
And by plugging them in end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand bends Powerline strength
That flesh is heir to: ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To recharge, to unplug;
To charge, perchance to wireless charge—ay, there’s the rub:
For in that discharge of flat what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off Quickcharge,
Must give us PowerIQ2—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long an 18 month warranty.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time bad non-Anker customer support,
Th’ bad reviewers wrong, the honest good reviewers contumely,
The pangs of too short a USB cable, the lack of solar panel,
The insolence of no LC40 torch,
(stopped here ran out of puns, anyone want to edit the below?)
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
Haha guys, you are starting to be creepy ^^
so what if we’re creepy it defines who we are
There are so many artists in our community! It’s a great honor to read your poetry.
Once I read the first line, I was wondering how far that would go…
I’ll throw one in, that perhaps should go in the bin…
From London to Alaska
Still drawing power thanks to Anker
While the old buds keep a jumpin’
My Anker Life SoundBuds keep pumpin’
Haha it was all I could do
