Long Poems About Money
#money
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#poverty
Long poems about money. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
29th Apr 2023 2:26pm
29th Apr 2023 2:26pm
The One-eyed Contractor
Mr. Livingston was an old contractor in the field of arc welding and metal fabrication. He had a welding shop on Alexander Road. His wife was older than he was. The one-eyed contractor was a dishonest person, and he used to drink a lot. Moreover, he did not have the ability to reason, and he was quick to start quarrels and fights. Consequently, he lost his left eye in a fistfight.
Paul otherwise known as Welda and Tall Man were welder-fitters who worked for Mr. Livingston. Paul called the boss Baldy because he was a bald-headed man. Tall Man had more skills than Paul did,...
Paul otherwise known as Welda and Tall Man were welder-fitters who worked for Mr. Livingston. Paul called the boss Baldy because he was a bald-headed man. Tall Man had more skills than Paul did,...
#men
#conflict
#money
#curse
#job
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
17th Apr 2023 7:49pm
17th Apr 2023 7:49pm
Letty and Skeem
Letty and her husband Skeem were the proud owners of a large tenement house in St. Elizabeth. The couple had no children and they did not adopt a child, but they had nieces and nephews. They rented apartments to two tenants and Letty personally collected the rent from them. Skeem was a skilled carpenter. He earned a good salary, but he was careless with money. Every time he collects his pay, he would gamble away most of it in the casino and take home a small amount. He was also a drunkard and he spent a lot of money on liquor, especially white rum. The good things about him were that he did...
#wife
#husband
#money
#alcohol
#funny
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GreaterPeril
Poem Published
15th Apr 2023 6:42pm
15th Apr 2023 6:42pm
Farang, or a Love Song for Bangkok
They call me Farang, or Muay Farang. Foreign boxer, it means. It is not a title of honor. I’ve been here for a month now. Coach expects by the time I come back I’ll be a top prospect for the fancy TV fights, considering my kickboxing experience in the states. Everything depends on how my record turns out over here. This’ll be my third fight now. Kaewsamrit Boxing Gym puts all new inductees straight to work, and that’s slow to the boys over here. They do it every week and sometimes twice. I wonder how they do it, but then I see seven year olds literally living in the gym and I guess that’s...
#violence
#money
#travel
#sports
#greed
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
Pawdy
Chapter 1
Fortnight
When Pawdy was a young man, he once worked at a construction site as a labourer in Portland. His job was to mix the mortar and carry concrete blocks in a wheelbarrow. That was hard work, especially since he had to work in the broiling sun. The foreman was a wicked person; he did not pay the workers on time. Moreover, he would give them partial payment and tell them that he owes them the balance.
Every payday he would go to a bar with the workers’ money in his briefcase and drink rum all evening. The workmen had to wait until nightfall to be paid....
Fortnight
When Pawdy was a young man, he once worked at a construction site as a labourer in Portland. His job was to mix the mortar and carry concrete blocks in a wheelbarrow. That was hard work, especially since he had to work in the broiling sun. The foreman was a wicked person; he did not pay the workers on time. Moreover, he would give them partial payment and tell them that he owes them the balance.
Every payday he would go to a bar with the workers’ money in his briefcase and drink rum all evening. The workmen had to wait until nightfall to be paid....
#death
#money
#alcohol
#tobacco
#job
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zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 7:09pm
19th Feb 2023 7:09pm
Can't kill Bill
It's too long to be a limerick so perhaps a ditty if you will
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
#strength
#money
#alcohol
#aging
#determination
391 reads
1 Comment
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
9th Feb 2023 3:12pm
9th Feb 2023 3:12pm
An Attack On Free Speech
Mischievous LGBT people made a malicious report on the poet’s anti-gay poem.
They labelled the truth about their ungodly practices as hate speech.
The administrator of a website bowed to pressure and unjustifiably deleted the poem.
Nobody would do this except a queer, a lesbian, a bisexual, or a transgender person.
The biggest haters are those who want to destroy the author’s good work.
An interesting fact is that one of the suggested themes on the website is LGBTQ,
Yet some fools regard it as hate speech when you write your views on the subject. ...
They labelled the truth about their ungodly practices as hate speech.
The administrator of a website bowed to pressure and unjustifiably deleted the poem.
Nobody would do this except a queer, a lesbian, a bisexual, or a transgender person.
The biggest haters are those who want to destroy the author’s good work.
An interesting fact is that one of the suggested themes on the website is LGBTQ,
Yet some fools regard it as hate speech when you write your views on the subject. ...
#LGBT
#money
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#HumanRights
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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 3:36pm
4th Feb 2023 3:36pm
She Should Hate Me
Through the sludge
The small wife sought light
For sliver of notice
Neverending Sacrifice
With no power
She called to him
With desperate
Hopeless whim
Looking for a future
Closing ever so slim
In dark chasms
Visions
Empowered
Her every thought
If she could harness
What her soul
And time
Justly bought
But then came a new
Profit
Newer than she
He followed her words
Her essence powerful ...
The small wife sought light
For sliver of notice
Neverending Sacrifice
With no power
She called to him
With desperate
Hopeless whim
Looking for a future
Closing ever so slim
In dark chasms
Visions
Empowered
Her every thought
If she could harness
What her soul
And time
Justly bought
But then came a new
Profit
Newer than she
He followed her words
Her essence powerful ...
#love
#money
#LifeCycle #greed
#LifeCycle #greed
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The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 4:05am
21st Jan 2023 4:05am
Gotta.. Em
My Queen, word on the street
You got John Wick, and this crew about to take the heat
Yeah, I know
Gee we don’t back down or off, we stand our ground and let the bullets flow
I got a million dollar cash marker, stashed and gagged in my basement
That fuck was not going down quiet he was relent
Throwing bricks
Then knives, dodging my shell casings evading my Glock hits
My Queen your arm is bleeding
It's a flesh wound, and this is nothing compared to what we will heeding or needing
Have my boys ready to move out, and no hero...
You got John Wick, and this crew about to take the heat
Yeah, I know
Gee we don’t back down or off, we stand our ground and let the bullets flow
I got a million dollar cash marker, stashed and gagged in my basement
That fuck was not going down quiet he was relent
Throwing bricks
Then knives, dodging my shell casings evading my Glock hits
My Queen your arm is bleeding
It's a flesh wound, and this is nothing compared to what we will heeding or needing
Have my boys ready to move out, and no hero...
#city
#money
400 reads
8 Comments
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
15th Dec 2022 4:31pm
15th Dec 2022 4:31pm
Game Of Thrones
Time is being wasted sitting around this table
Any man here knows, without, those debt markers our business has become disabled
It is becoming increasing impossible to flood our products in the those hoods and on the streets
I need this woman found and the information she has confiscated returned back to me
If we fail, we will be looking over our shoulder, and running while the law keep bringing the heat
Until that blackmail list and the zeros behind the names of the New York’s crime syndicate families and who names are paid to keep quiet our operation does not stand...
Any man here knows, without, those debt markers our business has become disabled
It is becoming increasing impossible to flood our products in the those hoods and on the streets
I need this woman found and the information she has confiscated returned back to me
If we fail, we will be looking over our shoulder, and running while the law keep bringing the heat
Until that blackmail list and the zeros behind the names of the New York’s crime syndicate families and who names are paid to keep quiet our operation does not stand...
#money
#revenge
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2 Comments
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 2:40am
7th Dec 2022 2:40am
You’re Good As Got… Queen
SEVENTEEN CARRIAGE TRAIL
New York, New York
This is the bitch that robbed our money from our safe deposit box
A clean job in and out job not a fingerprint on any of those locks
There will be hell to pay when we have to explain to the Sicilian boys
A punta robbed us for our blood money without making any noise
Who…who is this person, that have stepped into my borough and may have now caused a street war
She goes by the name of Queen, and Boss, that hoe commends respect or word has it her bullets roar
And her surrounding entourage is like...
New York, New York
This is the bitch that robbed our money from our safe deposit box
A clean job in and out job not a fingerprint on any of those locks
There will be hell to pay when we have to explain to the Sicilian boys
A punta robbed us for our blood money without making any noise
Who…who is this person, that have stepped into my borough and may have now caused a street war
She goes by the name of Queen, and Boss, that hoe commends respect or word has it her bullets roar
And her surrounding entourage is like...
#money
#revenge
427 reads
2 Comments
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
4th Dec 2022 4:28am
4th Dec 2022 4:28am
It’s All About The Money
If anyone of you say a damn thing
You all will be hearing me pulling back the hammer on my Glock and my bullets will ring
Gee, is this get up really necessary
Word up, it makes you appear in good will and not so much revolutionary
I could’ve just dropped some money on the doorsteps of a Bronx, Queens, or Brooklyn church
A monetary donation used for a thug’s parents who can’t pay for funeral cost or for the hearse
My Queen, this is for a kid’s charity, and we trying to build up our Empire and make a name for ourselves in New...
You all will be hearing me pulling back the hammer on my Glock and my bullets will ring
Gee, is this get up really necessary
Word up, it makes you appear in good will and not so much revolutionary
I could’ve just dropped some money on the doorsteps of a Bronx, Queens, or Brooklyn church
A monetary donation used for a thug’s parents who can’t pay for funeral cost or for the hearse
My Queen, this is for a kid’s charity, and we trying to build up our Empire and make a name for ourselves in New...
#money
389 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 00:52am
20th Nov 2022 00:52am
From My Desk To Your Mind Part Four (Blood Sacrifice III)
I wish as a prominent published author, my published novels made into Oscar and Academy awrd winning movies, plenty of opportunities for television roles soliciting at my door, the prestige by the recognition of my face, mmm… handsome, healthy, and virile men at my beck and call, pleasuring me in bed (hey a girl can dream can’t she).
Well hard work and dedication to a five year education goal, minus one for life experience to earn a Master’s Degree in Nursing, and then submitting my intellect of academia training and scholastic learning of higher education to a grueling, hard,...
Well hard work and dedication to a five year education goal, minus one for life experience to earn a Master’s Degree in Nursing, and then submitting my intellect of academia training and scholastic learning of higher education to a grueling, hard,...
#money
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical #deception
#philosophical #deception
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Money
