Poems About Money Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about money seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 8:48pm
20th Oct 2024 8:48pm
In death, were neighbors
Throughout your life you made sure your social status kept you away from the little people
You had money, assets, friends in higher places and you were full of yourself
You never gave back to the community
The few times you would show your face in town, you had this attitude
A real nasty disposition towards other's who you considered low, or scum of the earth
Your greed made the majority of us common folk hate you
You never gave to charity
The people you staffed as your help were ridiculed and belittled by you
You had an enormous appetite for the...
You had money, assets, friends in higher places and you were full of yourself
You never gave back to the community
The few times you would show your face in town, you had this attitude
A real nasty disposition towards other's who you considered low, or scum of the earth
Your greed made the majority of us common folk hate you
You never gave to charity
The people you staffed as your help were ridiculed and belittled by you
You had an enormous appetite for the...
#fate
#graveyard
#greed
#hate
#money
61 reads
4 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 11:12pm
18th Oct 2024 11:12pm
Let it Ride
Let it Ride
Something’s missing
Everything is on the table
All the ingredients to make the last supper
Pot is simmering tea kettle is playing
Place mats set for all that matter
Candle stands with a flame
Wine glass full of Rose’
Pleats are ironed and my shirt is tucked in
Hair in place shoes shined right
Stand on the precipice
Of what feeds my soul
Gnawing inside is a demon
Puts himself back into my life
Not what I want I’m tired of chasing
Fables of destiny with a...
Something’s missing
Everything is on the table
All the ingredients to make the last supper
Pot is simmering tea kettle is playing
Place mats set for all that matter
Candle stands with a flame
Wine glass full of Rose’
Pleats are ironed and my shirt is tucked in
Hair in place shoes shined right
Stand on the precipice
Of what feeds my soul
Gnawing inside is a demon
Puts himself back into my life
Not what I want I’m tired of chasing
Fables of destiny with a...
#addiction
#money
66 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 3:34am
17th Oct 2024 3:34am
They're For Her College Tuition
Jessica stripped and stood naked.
She allowed Brandon to shoot some photos.
They're for her college tuition.
She allowed Brandon to shoot some photos.
They're for her college tuition.
#art
#fiction
#friendship
#money
#sex
140 reads
4 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 1:03am
15th Oct 2024 1:03am
Pimp’s Court
Sitting at the light as my wheels are spinnin
Collecting money from my ho’s because I’m big pimpin,
“Hennessey in one hand while I’m smooth sippin
Gun on standby-in case the trigger have to start clickin,
“Girls on my dick, because my nuts taste like chicken
Pissing their men off so bad their simp ass start shittin,
“The foul mouth fuckers in their grill I’m straight hittin
And my pistol will smoke, before I’ll ever start slippin,
“Full motherfuckin throttle, shattering courage like a bottle
Making...
Collecting money from my ho’s because I’m big pimpin,
“Hennessey in one hand while I’m smooth sippin
Gun on standby-in case the trigger have to start clickin,
“Girls on my dick, because my nuts taste like chicken
Pissing their men off so bad their simp ass start shittin,
“The foul mouth fuckers in their grill I’m straight hittin
And my pistol will smoke, before I’ll ever start slippin,
“Full motherfuckin throttle, shattering courage like a bottle
Making...
#money
#strength
92 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 10:49am
11th Oct 2024 10:49am
Fritz Lang's Dystopia
They built this shiny cell
For you to live in
Adorned with their icons
Painted with their lies
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
They paved this golden path
For you to follow
Your grave is waiting on
Step by step you fall
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
"We are the mechanism
Wheels in the gears of society
We are indifferent
Servants of the gods of anxiety"
Wake up they`re selling you...
For you to live in
Adorned with their icons
Painted with their lies
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
They paved this golden path
For you to follow
Your grave is waiting on
Step by step you fall
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
"We are the mechanism
Wheels in the gears of society
We are indifferent
Servants of the gods of anxiety"
Wake up they`re selling you...
#corruption
#dystopian
#money
#poverty
#scifi
80 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 1:50pm
10th Oct 2024 1:50pm
Erasure of an Inconvenient Life - True Crime #1
I consider it a great privilege to witness the passing of a soul into eternity, whatever that may be. There is something miraculous about the quickness of the transitions and emotional changes sometimes involved. It was such with Susan, a 44-year-old divorced mother of three in a Chicago suburb.
I remember my own days of youthful exuberance, though they were spent far from the pomp and pageantry of Susan's. Her teenage years were a portrait of American virtue—a tableau of school spirit and ambition. She had been the epitome of the all-American girl, her days a blur of pom-poms,...
I remember my own days of youthful exuberance, though they were spent far from the pomp and pageantry of Susan's. Her teenage years were a portrait of American virtue—a tableau of school spirit and ambition. She had been the epitome of the all-American girl, her days a blur of pom-poms,...
#money
#murder
#separation
119 reads
3 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 9:27pm
9th Oct 2024 9:27pm
Tear in Heaven
Something about dropping a tear into heaven
Galaxy away see a small hole
Floating and spinning
On the horizon
Stand like skywalker
Smaller than a pebble
Drops down from above
Must be from heaven
Set my eye see a smile in the crowd
Feet set in position
Fight through the starts
Know destiny in you
Drops of heaven drizzling on me
Shots of infamy or destiny
Who decides is me and my god
Not a case of doing right by Cure
Hypnotized by baptism
Of false satans and gods ...
Galaxy away see a small hole
Floating and spinning
On the horizon
Stand like skywalker
Smaller than a pebble
Drops down from above
Must be from heaven
Set my eye see a smile in the crowd
Feet set in position
Fight through the starts
Know destiny in you
Drops of heaven drizzling on me
Shots of infamy or destiny
Who decides is me and my god
Not a case of doing right by Cure
Hypnotized by baptism
Of false satans and gods ...
#heaven
#money
#morality #sports
#morality #sports
77 reads
0 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 11:30am
6th Oct 2024 11:30am
Advertising Space
Corporate lined suits
Have us by the balls
Penetrating moves, from
Leather plush walls
Here they are, the gullible
Planting little seeds
Minion fed commercials
Fill our daily needs?
The next big thing?
Companies invest in billions
We follow like sheep
In our flock BUY the millions
'JINGLE CRAZY SLOGANS
CAST THEIR WICKED SPELL
DON'T FORGET YOU'RE WORTH IT
ANTI-AGING L'ORÉAL
FINGER LICKIN' GOOD
YOU'LL FIND AT K.F.C
SKITTLE, TASTE THE RAINBOW
BROTHER CAN'T YOU SEE'
...
Have us by the balls
Penetrating moves, from
Leather plush walls
Here they are, the gullible
Planting little seeds
Minion fed commercials
Fill our daily needs?
The next big thing?
Companies invest in billions
We follow like sheep
In our flock BUY the millions
'JINGLE CRAZY SLOGANS
CAST THEIR WICKED SPELL
DON'T FORGET YOU'RE WORTH IT
ANTI-AGING L'ORÉAL
FINGER LICKIN' GOOD
YOU'LL FIND AT K.F.C
SKITTLE, TASTE THE RAINBOW
BROTHER CAN'T YOU SEE'
...
#consumerism
#money
114 reads
14 Comments
UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 7:38pm
4th Oct 2024 7:38pm
APPRAISAL OF JOY
Life becomes brighter
Beyond the storm of reason
The toil of seasons
Success, a book without closure
No eyes to read upon the words
A prison of dull days
Reaped fruit, empty room
Eyes hang like a chandelier
Breath robotic, never attuned
A striving bloom, sheared coccoon
Effort from apathy
No answers
Perpetual stream of empty moments
Such yearn for struggle
When satisfaction is gained
Paradox of the open soul
The hunger never slows
Our pockets ever expand
To...
Beyond the storm of reason
The toil of seasons
Success, a book without closure
No eyes to read upon the words
A prison of dull days
Reaped fruit, empty room
Eyes hang like a chandelier
Breath robotic, never attuned
A striving bloom, sheared coccoon
Effort from apathy
No answers
Perpetual stream of empty moments
Such yearn for struggle
When satisfaction is gained
Paradox of the open soul
The hunger never slows
Our pockets ever expand
To...
#emptiness
#happiness
#hope #money
#hope #money
75 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 8:19pm
30th Sep 2024 8:19pm
Nottingham
The martinet conservative
will claim they know about the state
whereto the rich the poor must give
to guarantee a happy fate.
The rich, they say, know money best,
and that is why they need your tax
for keeping merry men oppressed
and living in rude tents and shacks.
But Robin Hood had understood,
long before any Marxist did,
that tax was for the public good
and not just for some spoiled kid.
So go and check your dusty books
to get your money story straight
from Marx and Robin instead of crooks... ...
will claim they know about the state
whereto the rich the poor must give
to guarantee a happy fate.
The rich, they say, know money best,
and that is why they need your tax
for keeping merry men oppressed
and living in rude tents and shacks.
But Robin Hood had understood,
long before any Marxist did,
that tax was for the public good
and not just for some spoiled kid.
So go and check your dusty books
to get your money story straight
from Marx and Robin instead of crooks... ...
#books
#money
210 reads
8 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 5:16pm
28th Sep 2024 5:16pm
Machine don’t feel(especially.001 percent)
Machine don’t feel(especially .001 percent)
Fuck the machine
I’m real not Artificial
Algorithm set the money
Dweebs with not enough honey
The Zusk of Muckerberg
Trolls of the .001 percent
CEOs of social media
Now it’s where some read the news and
Thought Orange and Mueller with Q
Would execute
Uphold Christian values
P T Orange said there’s a sucker born
And stacks roll in on a stolen lie
Of a free and fair election
All the while Zusk of Muckerberg
Count stacks and sows seeds of anger
Get angry...
Fuck the machine
I’m real not Artificial
Algorithm set the money
Dweebs with not enough honey
The Zusk of Muckerberg
Trolls of the .001 percent
CEOs of social media
Now it’s where some read the news and
Thought Orange and Mueller with Q
Would execute
Uphold Christian values
P T Orange said there’s a sucker born
And stacks roll in on a stolen lie
Of a free and fair election
All the while Zusk of Muckerberg
Count stacks and sows seeds of anger
Get angry...
#dystopian
#greed
#humankind #money
#humankind #money
87 reads
0 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 9:55am
8th Sep 2024 9:55am
A Town Called...
A Town called Desperation
Suburban deprivation
That look of resignation
This Town called Desperation
APR and interest fees
Rent arrears, life's big squeeze
Heat or eat, Friday comes
Sink or swim, do the sums
Robbing Peter, paying Paul
The Man in Black, takes it all
Six foot tall, above the law?
Rat-a-tat-tat, door to door
Ain't no game of hide and seek
Never ending, prey on weak
On the drip, never never
Sinking teeth, grind together
A Town...
Suburban deprivation
That look of resignation
This Town called Desperation
APR and interest fees
Rent arrears, life's big squeeze
Heat or eat, Friday comes
Sink or swim, do the sums
Robbing Peter, paying Paul
The Man in Black, takes it all
Six foot tall, above the law?
Rat-a-tat-tat, door to door
Ain't no game of hide and seek
Never ending, prey on weak
On the drip, never never
Sinking teeth, grind together
A Town...
#money
87 reads
5 Comments
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