Best Gold Digger Poems
Well, now that I am registered officially,
into the ranks of those who search and dig,
for gold, and paper that's done and serialized,
or plastic that buys the pleasures on high,
I might as well sit down and think hard,
about all that I will buy with gold and paper,
serialized and plastic that shines,
First a bouquet for mama to say 'thank you'.
and wish her sunshine and rainbows too,
and not sun to scorch her chocolate skin,
but rainbows to herald goodwill and peace.
Then I might try to buy a voice, as loud as,
can be to join all the others that sound,
and call for what a child needs to grow and sing,
the time to play, learn and be loved, more time.
Most of all, I'll ask not to buy this one, it is priceless,
true friends to love now, forever and always, eternally
not perfect because I am far from the best,
but whose love, like mine, does not need justification.
So you see, what I want needs just a penny to buy,
and what I need wants no money to purchase,
so why the hassle to wear a veil and deceit,
to go down the vents, with spade and pans.
And now I will pay the price it will take
to be unregistered officially from the ranks,
of those who dig and search, for gold and paper,
maybe plastic that shines and buys,
and if you want and care, here I offer,
my friendship with no charge, no price tag.
Categories:
gold digger, friendship, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
You go to work,
toil hard all day.
Works for me,
keeps you out of my way.
At the end of the month
you get your salary,
then you can buy me gifts,
with which to lavish me.
Wine and dine me
a few times a week,
then another I wont seek.
I need my hair done,
you can pay
but don't hang around,
you don't have to stay.
I'll even let you cook for me,
I'll have Lobster Frittata for my tea.
Dom Perignon is the drink I choose
but no plonk please,
no cheap booze.
We can go to Paris for the weekend,
I'm sure you wont mind if I bring a friend.
Then we'll go shopping and you can come too.
There'll be bags to carry,
there'll be quite a few.
If you get tired,
I suppose you can stop
but I'll carry on to the next shop.
I test drove a sports car,
that was really nice,
I said you'd buy it,
didn't notice the price.
I'll sleep in the bed,
you can stay in that chair.
You can get a blanket,
you'll be comfy there.
What's all that?
Is that my stuff?
What do you mean,
you've had enough?
Why are my bags by the door?
What do you mean,
you don't love me anymore?
Categories:
gold digger, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
When you see her face
bucks are written all over
waiting to find her victim
Drinking your own blood
until you are fully drained
hah all the way to the bank..
Categories:
gold digger, fun, money,
Form:
Sedoka
half his age
and nearly twice his
height
pretty as a picture
but none too bright
he loves her open
arms (and legs) –
his “tart”
spread-eagled on his
sports-car’s bonnet
she likes him for
his open mind and
open heart
but most of all –
his open wallet
she intends to stick
with him through
thick and thicker
and is most
“concerned” about
his dodgy ticker
you can see my
illustration &
original poem on my
blog here -
http://tap-p.com/2014/08/22/gold-digger/
Categories:
gold digger, funny, girlfriend, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Gold Digger
now I'm not saying she's a gold digger
but her hands are in my pants pants pants
and I'm thinking as far as I can figure
she's not asking me to dance dance dance
cause the only tune I can hear playing
is the one that's in my head head head
and she's not skinny but she keeps saying
honey I need some bread bread bread
only last week she was begging me
she's needing cash for her sister sister sister
in my pocket once again you see
surprised her hand isn't one blister blister blister
I tell her go away you fool
you're not coning me this time time time
then she cries saying I'm not cool
the way you treat me is a crime crime crime
that's a lie and you know it honey
I give you everything you need need need
but all you seem to want is my money
I'm not a turnip and I bleed bleed bleed
so I'm not saying she's a gold digger
but her hands are always in my pants pants pants
and I'm thinking as far as I can figure
she's still not asking me to dance dance dance
Gomer LePoet....
Categories:
gold digger, song-dance, me, dance, me,
Form:
Lyric
Gold Digger
My teacher says...
Me study everyday...
Me will be smart...
Life will be a lark..
Me no study,
Me no care,
Me go marry
A millionaire..
Me no beauty...
Me no need worry...
Me get money...
Go get plastic surgery...
Me a ravishing beauty...
Me ready to marry...
Me snare a rich man...
A millionaire the better man.
Me will have money...
Me money so plenty....
Me travel round the world..
Cos got a rich hubby...
When he dies,
Me no cry...
Me go marry...
Another guy...
Me have money...
Me get new hubby...
Me let go the past...
Get another man to last...
Me no worry ...
Me got plenty money...
Me PM says it clearly....
I believe wholeheartedly....
Cash is King...
Me live like a queen...
Me no need to study...
Rich man I can marry....
Hohoho...
Note.. 2nd n 6th from What's app message...
Credit to the originator of that message...
Categories:
gold digger, beauty, character, confidence, fun,
Form:
Free verse
GOLD DIGGER
Once, a gold digger I met.
With passion, the goldmine all night long she dug .
What a way to discover a talent
A grave digger she became.
For, her grave she dug, whilst for gold she dug.
Categories:
gold digger, funnygrave,
Form:
Limerick
A wealthy old man in his fifties,
Loved a young girl he thought was just nifty.
His friends didn't like her.
They called her a piker.
But the old man said she was just spiffy.
He wished to marry the fraulein.
Asked his friends, "Do you think she'll be mine?"
I have plenty of money,
And she's such a honey.
Oh sure! Tell her you're 99.
Categories:
gold digger, love hurts,
Form:
Limerick
killing for love? we should out grow it
unless it's for deceivers and you know it
those less fortunate charity recievers
those pretty eye's and nails
masscara that never fails
those that are witty for a reason
allways dressed up for the season
when you speak their eye's are wide open
tabulating the latest slogan
until something better comes along
then swoops the shadow of lonliness
what happened to that pressence
what happened to that smile
why so suddenly anothers child
a shared togetherness for a short while
feeling so used like a rung on a ladder
the dirt from your shoes on my face
my pursuit of you a public disgrace
and when i finally see, like the prodicals son
my first thought about a gun
who? what for the reader may ask
the world cannot keep the both of us
Categories:
gold digger, fear,
Form:
Free verse
She's the type of girl,
Whose name everybody knows.
Because of all the guys she's been with.
That's just the way it goes.
Long lashed baby blues,
Her hair, a honey gold.
Her body, every mans desire,
But her empty heart is cold.
She promises forever,
Then leaves you without shame.
After she's gotten what she wanted,
You are nothing but a game.
How much can she take you for,
How much will you buy,
She tells you that she loves you.
What a perfect lie
Categories:
gold digger, people
Form:
Rhyme
Spit fire and spin honey,
the target-a wealthy man and his money.
She has no other talent that qualifies,
just the sum of what quantifies.
She's got cause and family ties,
under the guise of friendship and lies.
Depending on time to line her pockets,
she waits like a spider to sign the dockets.
The honey it dries,
the old man dies.
It evokes such pain and indifference,
targets of especial sentimental significance".
Categories:
gold digger, deep, extended metaphor, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Creation
Between life and death
What is our destination?
Leave it to imagination
Stories unravel
Buried me in the gravel
Got to travel
Admist the worms and mud
Thud
Coffin lid creaks shut
In the underworld
Two years pass
What a stench!
A ruthless little wench
Disrupted my decay
To my dismay
Dug me up
Pried me open
All for three
Gold teeth.
Categories:
gold digger, people, me, me,
Form:
She's Flossy,
Champagne Taste With Beer Money,
She's Bossy,
Takes What She Wants,
All You Have Sonny,
Hold Your Peace,
And Let The Lord Fight It,
Because In Heaven,
Bling,
Don't Mean A Thing,
Honey.
Categories:
gold digger, family, fate, heaven, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Shall I compare a summer’s day to thee
in an effort to make lust seem profound,
you’re hot, wanted, and can make men sweaty,
but is it worth it when the sun goes down?
Paying so much to go out on the town,
at the nicest restaurants you have to eat,
vacation at the ritziest sports around,
reveling in being looked at as meat.
Knowing what you command with your beauty,
hoping to bring the high-bidders in close,
living the high life until you’ve drained me,
then to the next man you so swiftly go.
You’re hot, but you are a pain-in-the-neck,
is it really all worth it just to get sex?
Categories:
gold digger, love hurts, lust, men,
Form:
Sonnet
She wanted diamonds and gold,
He only wanted someone to have and to hold,
She wanted all the treasures of life,
He wanted her for his loving wife.
He gave all that he had,
But not enough, so sad.
A heart of stone and cold as ice,
She wanted the whole pie not just a slice.
On bended knees, he asked her for her hand,
She laughed at him, he could not understand.
He said you led me on, you lie and you deceive,
Someone someday will break your heart, then you’ll know what it’s like to hurt and grieve.
He turned to leave but he had to take one final look,
And thought how she played him like an open book.
He said my hurt won’t last and I’ll smile again,
And I wish you well and I hope you find happiness, I hope you win.
He said now that my eyes are open and I see so clear,
I thought you were what I wanted as he shook his head and wiped away a lonely tear.
Categories:
gold digger, life, lost lovehope,
Form:
Verse