Best For Sale Poems


Premium Member Broken Heart, For Sale

I have always been alone
I have always been the lonely one
In the corner, quiet and silent
Inside of dreams to come

So with determination
I build and build and build
Possessions compounding
Wealth is the only scorecard I know

Now, it’s amassed, and I have it all
So with pride and confidence
I do what anyone should
I must purchase a possession of my desire

I read in the paper of a sale very fine
A Garage sale of many old antiques divine
Within it all is treasure so very deep
A broken heart of golden hopes

I am not sure how one goes about
Such a purchase, of infinite value
I am succumbed with depression and sadness
For all my wealth

I have not the currency to buy this heart
So I burned my money that very night
I learned, there is another currency of delight
I wrote words and music and poetic verse

My Snow White she refuses to awake
Even my heart at the bone it shakes
Vaso the empty vessel of life
Learned there is no currencies at all

To acquire a broken heart

Premium Member For Sale

My Heart
Used
Still beats

My Heart
Low mileage
Over rocky roads

My heart
In vaulted box
Shipping included


No strings attached

Premium Member Of Yard Sales

Yard Sales are the 
Macy’s of Saturday shopping, 
On a budget that fits in my coin purse. 


written for contest
07/27/2019
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Brother For Sale

Brother for sale.
I'll deliver him too.
I can send in the mail,
Wrapped in yellow or blue.

He's water potty-trained now,
But that can change in a day.
He'll be bundled with Oreos,
So he can eat on the way.

I can mail him by truck, car, or plane.
He's coming with stuff, his favorite toy train.
He's coming character-recommended, highly by me.
He's a pretty good brother, who is almost three.

We need him back when you get him trained.
We simply cannot seem to get through to his little brain.
That when he has to poop, hiding is no good.
Please train him to use the potty with solids, if you could.

Then send him back, to his crazy, loving home.
And this shall be the end of this tiny poem.

Space For Sale

Space for sale

Let me spell out our position 
Earth is certainly running out of space,
no obligation it’s your decision 
so my friend get ahead of the inevitable race,

we are offering a new world among the stars
a place for the future, luxury in Venetian red
grab this opportunity, new life on wonderful Mars
planet earths resources running out, soon be dead,

we will be with you throughout the process 
for all of yours and your family’s needs 
any worries or concerns we will certainly address
your chance to live on a planet that exceeds,

we can’t emphasise enough how important 
that you consider your family’s future,
unfortunately Earth will soon be dead, dormant 
move to Mars take charge become a ruler.

so we advise you not to delay
for a price that doesn’t cost the Earth
sign on the dotted line today,
it’s what you deserve, it’s what you’re worth.

3/2/2018
Contest:- advertisement: sell something make us want it.
Sponsored by Lewis Rayners.
© Roy Pett  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Memories For Sale

I climb into the big haymow
On this eventful day
Looking for childhood memories
Trapped in a mound of hay.
The large expanse is empty now
And somehow looks too small
To have held all the busy times
Now sweet in my recall.

It took a lot of sweat to get 
From hot hayfield to mow
And then some more to pitch hay down
To feed each horse and cow.
Horses and cattle are all gone,
Mama and Daddy too.
It's time for selling off the past
And starting life anew.

I hear them coming, clamber down.
It's time to sell the barn.
It will be moved, the very last
Of Dad and Mother's farm.
The land will go to buyers who
Will break it into lots.
The only farming then will be
In little garden plots.





Entered in Rambling Poet contest 
Inspired by her poem "The House"


Premium Member For Sale


 For Sale
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Australian botanical cycad
Dark evergreen foliage 
Grows huge
Includes large modern Norwegian oval pot

Quick reluctant sale

Tenacious unique variety 
Wonderful xerophyte young Zamia

Premium Member Women For Sale a Dollar a Pound

dollar for each pound you weigh,
many angered up at this
largest woman there, most kind
she was worth her weight

Premium Member Slack For Sale

One cent, two cents,
	Nickel and dime
Two bits, four bits,
	A dollar this time.

Ship me a grasshopper
	Do me a crime
Fly like a whippoorwill 
	O'er Anaheim.

Premium Member Symbolics For Sale

propaganda wins
when the symbolics are yours
so best be careful

old philosophies
will contain a new meaning
your mental time sold

one is paid to wait
on a clock or on others
grace and forgiveness

or money per hour
then earned are for your free will
this computer age

cannot be wasted
old job creativities
always disappear

so create something
don't let the artist fall dead
sculpt script paint or think

stan sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member For Sale

For sale:
baby shoes,
mary janes -
never used.
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Warts For Sale

"WARTS FOR SALE WARTS FOR SALE" YELLED  THE WITCH ON BROOM IMPALE  
AS SHE BREWED HER FINGER NAIL HER EYES WENT RED AND MISTY PALE  
THE MOON LIKE A BLACK BALLOON YELLED, "ITS OVER ! ALL TOO SOON" 
ANDTHE WITCH YELLED,  "WARTS FOR SALE ! WARTS FOR SALE ! CHECK YOUR MAILBOX, YOU GOT MAIL ! "

Premium Member - Greenland Is Not For Sale -

play monopoly

                                    buy land and cities in cash _

                                          ... the game is over









23/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Premium Member For Sale

Everything must go

leaving everything behind

starting a new leaf

My Ex For Sale

Come one come all my ex for sale
His underwear being sold in bale
                 Naked on the block
                 Glad he is defrock 
His chest shows fear at the exsale

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