Best Auction Poems

When fate pulls at my haiku of heartstrings,
I curse the syllables of my poetic musings.
If I do not express my sorrows,
how will petals blossom in my garden?

Upon the midst of bewilderment,
lost without a bosom for a sanctuary.
Life can cause confusion;
seem somewhat an illusion;
when the mind...

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This is the last piece to go. All the others are sold.
I hate to part with it, but now that I've grown old
I need to find the right home for it before I die.
I'll explain its importance if you're wondering why.
You see, it's been a...

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going once 
going twice
i wince at the
thought of my future 
being gone
i look around 
and ignore the rich  
in the room
lifting up my right hand
to bid all i have left
silently pledging
with my dreams 
my joy
my heart and
my hunger
to remain diligent 
never ignoring
possibilities
with teary eyes...

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Written: October 18, 2023, For Ink Empress Dodoitsu Contest
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soul auctioned out to mirage
hostile and harmful hardship
cunning,...

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Based on a poem by an unknown poet and written for a friend who bought a club at a golf auction! 


It was old and scarred and the Auctioneer 
Thought it scarcely worth his while 
To waste much time with the old Mashie. 
So he...

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Break bad ‘n -a bid it anna bump it anna level um bum,
Twenny dolla bid ‘n all in an all done?
Well there’s five and twenny gimme twenny five!
Thirty! Be a thirty five anna forty dolla bid!
Forty beat about a forty ‘ n bout a forty…..five?!
Gimme...

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An unsophisticated feller attending an auction could find himself in a pickle!
The nuances, subtleties and gestures used in bidding could cost him a pretty nickel!
A city feller decided to attend a farm auction to see what it was all about.
Alas, he accumulated a heap of...

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The room was filled with everything
the auction had begun
I took a seat way in the back
I think row thirty-one

A lady sitting next to me
her hair a silver grey
Smiled and touched my arm, and said
"you've come a long, long way"

"How could you know?"  I asked...

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The auction began ------------
Black, bronze, yellow and other girls were there,
Only the most lovely and fair.
They were brought in from everywhere.
Shackled, 
They formed a human chain.
Baffled,
Their eyes revealed their despair,
And tears their pain.
Mothers separated from daughters,
Their screams of protest were a waste.
They could only watch,
The...

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Beneath billowing sack cloth tent 
An auctioneer jibber-jabbers his words.
Below his red mahogany dais
Sit Fifty Amish American women and girls.
Black-bonnet-ed, bidder-number in hand, 
they chirp for cowl or coat, yelp for yarn, 
raise bid card for church books, wool hats, many lengths of linen,
plethora of...

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Last summer
I gave to you
My tears
My blood turned blue.

Nervous perspiring
Neurons firing
My soul desiring

My body preparing for
Eternal warring

My heart flooding
With silent crying

The earth spinning
Gravity winning

The hem of my garment 
Tearing.

Lucifer swearing
No one caring.

What it this attracting?
History's  reenacting.

Eternal damnation
In constant deliberation.

The truth torn in two.
Does anybody...

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He watches the ebay auction
with greed acrossed his face.
I try to get his attention
but he's staring into space.

He just keeps on "refreshing"
the screen with patient care.
It worries me to see him
when he's got that wicked stare.

It's addictive and I know it.
It pulls you in a...

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Sky came with a hammer 
To bid an auction of two colors 
Green and blue to sell 
Sea gained blue 
Land signed for green...

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We had cried to the scorching sun
An expression of youthful forlorn
An orchestration to air our needs 
Peaceful but firm were our deeds 

Alas! the heralds of her arrival 
Our mother ! A hope beclouding hopelessness 
Together we scrambled around her entourage
Like wailing babes in need...

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The little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
of auction
the little girl
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