Poems About Money Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about money seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
THE PRICE OF SIN INDEED
I am the story teller of words ✍️ Now after careful thinking about, the deepness of the situations, that we are facing with on a daily day 🧐 I don't want you to think like me, I just want you to think for thyself 🤔 Question have your life changed around you??? What I mean has it affected you mentally, and emotionally and physically, and spiritual and financially 🤔 Now let's take it to the point of just nearly surviving, on a daily basis, how much of the world change around you economically, and financially just trying to have a normal life 🤫 what...
#consumerism
#dialogue
#metaphor
#money
#StreamOfConsciousness
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DARQ (ALBUM PROMO 3)
Frost Bitten Embers
Cost ineffective, stretched thin and taking
Cycles of social expectation
Thievery of a living in the making
Time stolen by breath conned of material exasperation
Siphoning blood like oil into the industry
Cogs in corporate machines
Closing my eyes to wake up faking legacy
Another day in the devils dreams
Scams of overtaxed wages and collective debts
Glorified coupons of overpriced benefits
Cashing out achievements against the weight of our regrets
Paychecks to compensate, quick fixes off of these...
Cost ineffective, stretched thin and taking
Cycles of social expectation
Thievery of a living in the making
Time stolen by breath conned of material exasperation
Siphoning blood like oil into the industry
Cogs in corporate machines
Closing my eyes to wake up faking legacy
Another day in the devils dreams
Scams of overtaxed wages and collective debts
Glorified coupons of overpriced benefits
Cashing out achievements against the weight of our regrets
Paychecks to compensate, quick fixes off of these...
#corruption
#greed
#job
#money
#poverty
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Carcinogen Fireflies
Speaking through the veil of tar incensed prayers
Caught in a shift of anxiety and transformation
Can beauty be made of these ashes?
Uttering dragonflies from the kissed butt of cigarette contemplation
Dead words lined against the yearn of living hopes
As smoke seeps off the edge of beauty on fire
Bearing the weight, divided by indulgences and discipline
As day by day I’m tossed between my spirit and my carnal desire
Heartache and love intermingled on the edge of a smokers plea
Scapegoating impulses on the blame of this...
Caught in a shift of anxiety and transformation
Can beauty be made of these ashes?
Uttering dragonflies from the kissed butt of cigarette contemplation
Dead words lined against the yearn of living hopes
As smoke seeps off the edge of beauty on fire
Bearing the weight, divided by indulgences and discipline
As day by day I’m tossed between my spirit and my carnal desire
Heartache and love intermingled on the edge of a smokers plea
Scapegoating impulses on the blame of this...
#corruption
#drugs
#money
#nature
#spiritual
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DARQ (Death and Redemptive Qualities)
(Intro track from a new spoken word poetry album I’m working on. The album is called “DARQ”…)
Am I Cheating Death or Is Death Cheating Me?
Am I alive or just surviving
Waking up and going through the motions
I breathe, my heart beats
Yet I suffocate beneath the surface
Earning my share of the air in my lungs
Everything is mortgaged
I wager time and bid on my dreams
I take the risk of delays against the hope of an un-promising tomorrow
Can dimmer futures house within the light of brighter days ahead
In this world overcast...
Am I Cheating Death or Is Death Cheating Me?
Am I alive or just surviving
Waking up and going through the motions
I breathe, my heart beats
Yet I suffocate beneath the surface
Earning my share of the air in my lungs
Everything is mortgaged
I wager time and bid on my dreams
I take the risk of delays against the hope of an un-promising tomorrow
Can dimmer futures house within the light of brighter days ahead
In this world overcast...
#anxiety
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#money
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bloke on the street
got any spare change, mate?
no, I’m sorry ..
well, have some of mine,
he said,
and slipped me a couple
of quid.
no, I’m sorry ..
well, have some of mine,
he said,
and slipped me a couple
of quid.
#money
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A Dumpster Near You
Forget the funeral
Put the body in a dumpster
Saves you money
I chose the dumpsters behind Old Navy & Michaels
Most of their garbage is fabrics, soft materials and other plush & cozy things
I want my family member to have a relaxing stay inside one of these dumpsters
I'm always thinking of everyone but myself
You won't have to see all those relatives that you hate
You won't have to fake being upset
Let the public sanitation engineers worry about it
You've got it hard enough
Besides, who needs all that strenuous bullshit
Put the body in a dumpster
Saves you money
I chose the dumpsters behind Old Navy & Michaels
Most of their garbage is fabrics, soft materials and other plush & cozy things
I want my family member to have a relaxing stay inside one of these dumpsters
I'm always thinking of everyone but myself
You won't have to see all those relatives that you hate
You won't have to fake being upset
Let the public sanitation engineers worry about it
You've got it hard enough
Besides, who needs all that strenuous bullshit
#anxiety
#death
#funeral
#money
#satirical
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Self Absorbed, Slave to Time
Slave to big business
Handcuffed to an I-phone
I hate you and your kind
Guts burning
Late for his big tech meeting
Sweating through his shirt as he runs down West Ave to catch up with time
If he was asked if he ever thinks about his life he would tell you that he doesn't have the time
He's the type that gave at the office and doesn't want to get involved
This is the ultimate parasite to our remaining free world
Handcuffed to an I-phone
I hate you and your kind
Guts burning
Late for his big tech meeting
Sweating through his shirt as he runs down West Ave to catch up with time
If he was asked if he ever thinks about his life he would tell you that he doesn't have the time
He's the type that gave at the office and doesn't want to get involved
This is the ultimate parasite to our remaining free world
#greed
#identity
#money
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My Opinion On Success
If you
were to ask
me, I
would say that success
means you go to the
great hot spots and date
sexy
maidens like
this one.
were to ask
me, I
would say that success
means you go to the
great hot spots and date
sexy
maidens like
this one.
#beauty
#dialogue
#money
#nonfiction
#success
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Cum-uppance!
The trees say the wind is real
as do the clouds above,
and in the sonic appeal
of every flapping dove.
And passive chimes by moving air
tell us of invisible things
at work to free us from despair
more faithfully than angel wings.
Yet, heed the breeze up in a rush
because the sky will let you know
when that orthodox April hush
is soon about to huff and blow!
Then hatches must down batten be
when Stormy knickers start to twist
into the hard reality...
of pornstars you have rudely kissed.
as do the clouds above,
and in the sonic appeal
of every flapping dove.
And passive chimes by moving air
tell us of invisible things
at work to free us from despair
more faithfully than angel wings.
Yet, heed the breeze up in a rush
because the sky will let you know
when that orthodox April hush
is soon about to huff and blow!
Then hatches must down batten be
when Stormy knickers start to twist
into the hard reality...
of pornstars you have rudely kissed.
#money
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A Why In Every While
Ah, how high i am taken !
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
#BDSM
#money
#alcohol
#addiction
#consumerism
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Insatiable
Among lingering chill through the bones
Can't fading summer heat even night quell
As fine crystal bleeds past the main course
Each sip compliments the prior, insatiable
Drowning, with desperation, out the dessert
Craving sweetness that time has passed by
Residing to quarters, hungry, lost in vertigo
Numb to the feel of Italian cotton percale
With close, the mind brings not one dream
Can't fading summer heat even night quell
As fine crystal bleeds past the main course
Each sip compliments the prior, insatiable
Drowning, with desperation, out the dessert
Craving sweetness that time has passed by
Residing to quarters, hungry, lost in vertigo
Numb to the feel of Italian cotton percale
With close, the mind brings not one dream
#alcohol
#greed
#emptiness
#NaPoWriMo2024
#money
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Metrology Of Life
Why measure one's success
by their financial solvency?
As age overtakes me
I've had a profound epiphany
That true happiness
is not found
in things pecuniary
but free to everybody
The sky's not blue and sunny, and gentle breezes do not caress
only for those with money
A smile, a touch, a kiss, a hug, a tender word, a bedtime song
Are slices of joy everlasting
with love given gratis
to the poor, the rich, and those in between
In the end what really counts
Is what we've given
how we've got along
Not what's in ...
by their financial solvency?
As age overtakes me
I've had a profound epiphany
That true happiness
is not found
in things pecuniary
but free to everybody
The sky's not blue and sunny, and gentle breezes do not caress
only for those with money
A smile, a touch, a kiss, a hug, a tender word, a bedtime song
Are slices of joy everlasting
with love given gratis
to the poor, the rich, and those in between
In the end what really counts
Is what we've given
how we've got along
Not what's in ...
#happiness
#nature
#money #LifeGoals
#money #LifeGoals
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DU Poetry : Poems About Money Seeking Honest Critique