Poems about Greed
#greed
Poems about greed, poetry about the intense and selfish desire for wealth, power or food. Poems about personal feelings of greed and the greed of others, and poetry about how greed effects individuals and society as a whole.
Jomamma97
Poem Published
31st Jan 2019 5:09pm
31st Jan 2019 5:09pm
Living hell
This house remains a memory,Of dreams once dreamt up by you and me.
Like you this house is empty, empty where love was once plenty.
A house that you wished to hijack, by simply lying upon your back.
A house whose memories are stained forever more, by the memories of a cunning whore.
Like you this house is empty, empty where love was once plenty.
A house that you wished to hijack, by simply lying upon your back.
A house whose memories are stained forever more, by the memories of a cunning whore.
#grief
#dark
#confusion
#greed
#disappointment
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Lagertha
Poem Published
26th Jan 2019 10:08pm
26th Jan 2019 10:08pm
Greed
#regret
#grief
#heartbroken
#shame
#greed
654 reads
7 Comments
nicosworld
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2019 7:07am
22nd Jan 2019 7:07am
Back at it again
Back at it again.
Greetings from my old friend.
Getting ready for my pocket to spend.
Numb myself till I can't comprehend.
I've been Going through some shit.
Our team is going to split.
No more "I'm so glad we met"
No more "please come back to bed"
All these bitches love to pretend
More than once I've come to a dead end
Back to a cold heart.
Cooled down a whole lot since the start.
Memories stuck on replay in my head & it's still not my fault.
Next one that has me is going to have to break...
Greetings from my old friend.
Getting ready for my pocket to spend.
Numb myself till I can't comprehend.
I've been Going through some shit.
Our team is going to split.
No more "I'm so glad we met"
No more "please come back to bed"
All these bitches love to pretend
More than once I've come to a dead end
Back to a cold heart.
Cooled down a whole lot since the start.
Memories stuck on replay in my head & it's still not my fault.
Next one that has me is going to have to break...
#anger
#anxiety
#confusion
#greed
#disappointment
582 reads
0 Comments
LadyLaura
Eternal
Eternal
Poem Published
21st Jan 2019 1:11am
21st Jan 2019 1:11am
Politician Repetition
My mission to improve the cognition of the opposition with my rendition sparks the ignition for those to examine the conditions which public servants such as politicians actually live in and compare it to the position we’re in and in addition remember they aren’t magicians not everything they say comes to fruition but these people don’t need to audition for the role only their ambition keeps us on the road to perdition yet they’d prosecute for sedition and probably call this ammunition instead they’d have us make an omission rather we lived in our partitions as still this seems to be a war of...
#corruption
#politics
#money
#greed
#poverty
472 reads
2 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 1:09am
18th Jan 2019 1:09am
Little Bird
Little bird, little bird, wherefore art thou?
Little bird, little bird, who's shadow lies glued to the floor.
Little bird, little bird, who caws in the night, and who's hunter's efforts you slough.
Little bird, little bird, of legend and of lore,
Little bird, little bird, high above my head,
Little bird, little bird, who feasts on the worm of the rotten love apple,
Little bird, little bird, who feasts upon the dead.
Little bird, little bird, at the unfortunate you cackle,
Little bird, little bird, who vanishes from sight by nary a word nor a...
Little bird, little bird, who's shadow lies glued to the floor.
Little bird, little bird, who caws in the night, and who's hunter's efforts you slough.
Little bird, little bird, of legend and of lore,
Little bird, little bird, high above my head,
Little bird, little bird, who feasts on the worm of the rotten love apple,
Little bird, little bird, who feasts upon the dead.
Little bird, little bird, at the unfortunate you cackle,
Little bird, little bird, who vanishes from sight by nary a word nor a...
#loneliness
#birds
#night
#fate
#greed
641 reads
1 Comment
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 4:34pm
16th Jan 2019 4:34pm
Border Patrol
This world is at war;
it dreams of security within walls
snaking invisible lines
between a bloody Babylon
of foreign dialect
I reminisce about poetry
old cities and moonlight—
sacrosanct altars in worship
between a collarbone and lips;
a final culture of pleasure
under a microscopic watch;
stay close, keep the faith—
lest a border be built between Us;
were not our ancestors strangers ...
it dreams of security within walls
snaking invisible lines
between a bloody Babylon
of foreign dialect
I reminisce about poetry
old cities and moonlight—
sacrosanct altars in worship
between a collarbone and lips;
a final culture of pleasure
under a microscopic watch;
stay close, keep the faith—
lest a border be built between Us;
were not our ancestors strangers ...
#love
#corruption
#politics
#HumanRights
#greed
1095 reads
19 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 10:06am
16th Jan 2019 10:06am
how it is so insane
How it is so insane
There is a hardening of empathy in the blood vessels
of the Western world has peace lasted too long, if we
regard bloodletting as a natural cycle like the seasons
and now it is blue frost winter in the heart of man.
We have always been killing each other, the USA was
born by eradicating the local population and indeed
in Latin America, the conquistadors killed 90%
of its people and now we have Israel repeating
the long history of murder; not to forget the Rohingya
people escaping being slain by Buddhists in...
There is a hardening of empathy in the blood vessels
of the Western world has peace lasted too long, if we
regard bloodletting as a natural cycle like the seasons
and now it is blue frost winter in the heart of man.
We have always been killing each other, the USA was
born by eradicating the local population and indeed
in Latin America, the conquistadors killed 90%
of its people and now we have Israel repeating
the long history of murder; not to forget the Rohingya
people escaping being slain by Buddhists in...
#hate
#dark
#death
#evil
#greed
401 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 10:31am
15th Jan 2019 10:31am
happy for some
A happy place…for some
Under the houses on stilt
That had no sewers
And was built for whores
To service sailors in Curacao
A dry, barren Island
In the Caribbean sea.
Pigs lived under the houses
Grew big and ugly.
When one of them was
slaughtered
Its meat tastes of drunk
Seamen's vomit and
A cheap perfume that hides
The grotesque sex
In the name of need.
Under the houses on stilt
That had no sewers
And was built for whores
To service sailors in Curacao
A dry, barren Island
In the Caribbean sea.
Pigs lived under the houses
Grew big and ugly.
When one of them was
slaughtered
Its meat tastes of drunk
Seamen's vomit and
A cheap perfume that hides
The grotesque sex
In the name of need.
#dark
#shadows
#silence
#greed
#suffering
479 reads
2 Comments
stoned
buggy
buggy
Poem Published
11th Jan 2019 2:16am
11th Jan 2019 2:16am
4 years
its been 4 years
4 fucking years
every time i come close to contacting you
i get told the same 2 words
she died
but i refuse to believe it
you knew how to help
everytime my heart was broken
and now its completely shattered
you weakened it
he broke it
its been 4 years
but youre the only person i want to speak to
youd know exactly what to say
but i did what i did
that night i left you while you were at your worst
and now i cant help but tell myself
ill never hear from you again and its my fault
you did it...
4 fucking years
every time i come close to contacting you
i get told the same 2 words
she died
but i refuse to believe it
you knew how to help
everytime my heart was broken
and now its completely shattered
you weakened it
he broke it
its been 4 years
but youre the only person i want to speak to
youd know exactly what to say
but i did what i did
that night i left you while you were at your worst
and now i cant help but tell myself
ill never hear from you again and its my fault
you did it...
#anger
#regret
#grief
#greed
#denial
593 reads
0 Comments
saraeaton
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 10:09pm
9th Jan 2019 10:09pm
Statistics
Maybe we are molded by society,
Maybe dna?
To accept those most like Ourselves, Whomever we believe Ourselves to be;
Which may or may not reflect reality,
Accurately . . .
Is it a possibility?
Maybe we aren’t an actuality,
Rather an incarnation,
Jumbled biology and philosophy.
Trapped divinity,
Limited by our humanity.
Perhaps He is,
He was,
He evermore shall be.
What then are We?
Why must we define
For something to be?
If it is not named,
Would it really cease to be?
Energy neither created nor...
Maybe dna?
To accept those most like Ourselves, Whomever we believe Ourselves to be;
Which may or may not reflect reality,
Accurately . . .
Is it a possibility?
Maybe we aren’t an actuality,
Rather an incarnation,
Jumbled biology and philosophy.
Trapped divinity,
Limited by our humanity.
Perhaps He is,
He was,
He evermore shall be.
What then are We?
Why must we define
For something to be?
If it is not named,
Would it really cease to be?
Energy neither created nor...
#love
#greed
#culture #choices
#culture #choices
484 reads
1 Comment
cold_fusion
Poem Published
5th Jan 2019 3:29pm
5th Jan 2019 3:29pm
none so despondent
none so despondent
than the public notice respondents
who were obviously glum
for the fate of the slum
has been sealed
as part of the deal
between the rulers
and the droolers
from over the high-rise
who offered the right price
for their prized
location location location
invocation of laws obscure
the insecure were insecure
all the time
without the dime
so what a despondent to do
'cept to bid adieu
to his abode of yore
without a door
to knock on
'cept to rock on ...
than the public notice respondents
who were obviously glum
for the fate of the slum
has been sealed
as part of the deal
between the rulers
and the droolers
from over the high-rise
who offered the right price
for their prized
location location location
invocation of laws obscure
the insecure were insecure
all the time
without the dime
so what a despondent to do
'cept to bid adieu
to his abode of yore
without a door
to knock on
'cept to rock on ...
#corruption
#politics
#homelessness
#greed
#poverty
484 reads
2 Comments
Austin_Rura
Austin Rura
Austin Rura
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 9:11pm
29th Dec 2018 9:11pm
National Disaster
If its new its got to be for you its just like a drug.
From religion to co2 emission made by a thug.
A trap house with three kitchens, live porn and a bear skin rug.
Fetch the pipe and slippers while the wife get slapped by the mister.
What the frick are Nobel peace prizes?
They give it out even though bomb shells keep flying.
All we say is oh well keep trying
go out and vote make a difference
pick a side but Im just like both take no prisoners!
Conservative or liberal
who knows were the wisdom is? Commercialized intelligence just like where...
From religion to co2 emission made by a thug.
A trap house with three kitchens, live porn and a bear skin rug.
Fetch the pipe and slippers while the wife get slapped by the mister.
What the frick are Nobel peace prizes?
They give it out even though bomb shells keep flying.
All we say is oh well keep trying
go out and vote make a difference
pick a side but Im just like both take no prisoners!
Conservative or liberal
who knows were the wisdom is? Commercialized intelligence just like where...
#politics
#greed
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0 Comments
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