Best Too Greedy Poems
I'll let you go,
In the morning daylight;
I do have pain
Yet I don't want to regret.
Time is too greedy
Minute passes as a flip,
You will depart
When I wish to hold you.
I don't want to be apart,
Yet I don't pester you;
I'll leave you alone
For a little while.
My heart is too frightened
To feel the pain of separation,
I'll not tell you to stay,
I respect your dreams.
Eyes stares at beautiful times
I controlled my rolling tears,
I wish to fill you in my eyes
Stay with me for just a moment.
Just a moment of your time
Can fill our days of separation,
I just need to fill you in my dreams,
Spare me Just a moment.
25/07/2020
Categories:
too greedy, emotions, feelings, grief, sweet
Form:
Verse
In our little town all is as it should be
We gather down at the Christmas tree
Us simple folk are not too greedy
We all bring gifts to give the needy
Light the tree and sing our songs
As everyone seems to get along
Especially bright this time of year
Everyone has Christmas cheer
I love the lighting of the tree
The entire towns hospitality
How everyone shares their love
Giving thanks to the Lord above
We live what Christmas is all about
Come on over and check it out
You’ll find love flowing abundantly
The night we light our “Christmas Tree”
Categories:
too greedy, holidaychristmas, christmas, love,
Form:
Narrative
My Little Miss does not do 'aloof'
One kitty dash as I sit, and poof!
Lap kneading, too greedy
Head butting, so needy
I declare love, but she demands proof-
No Sunday sleep-ins will she allow
Every 6 a.m. is time for chow!
Pawing, purring alarm
Furry butt on my arm
No snooze button shuts off her meow-
4/21/20
For Janice Canerdy's "Limerick" contest
The syllable count was confirmed on howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
too greedy, cat, cute, funny love,
Form:
Limerick
I'll have to put off writing my bio because there's something I'd like to ask of you soupers...:)
You might have already seen the notice beneath a few of my recent poems, but I'll post the
same content here:
I'd really appreciate it if you could give me some really hard-core critical feedback on my
writing. The people on this site are so nice and their comments always give me such
encouragement, but I would love some critical comments as well.
Hope this isn't me being too greedy ;)
Will count on you all!
-G
Categories:
too greedy, me, me,
Form:
If the cupboard under the stairs could talk
I wonder what it would say
Would it tell me of those who hid in it
When there was rent to pay
What about the poor frightened child
Back in nineteen forty
Locked inside it for hours at a time
Just for being naughty
It could tell of the granda who sheltered inside
When bombs landed on Spion Kop
Crouched inside, hands over his ears
So that he couldn’t hear the bombs drop
Does the cupboard remember the numerous times
When gran hid boxes of chocolates in there
She would go in and eat them on the sly
Because she was too greedy to share
We used to have a gas man
I think his name was Peter
He came about four times a year
To read our old gas meter
He’d open up the cupboard door
And illuminate the meter with his torch
He laughed when we told him that Grandma
Used a match to light a bulb in the porch
I remember when I was five
Playing hide and seek in the house
I was quietly sat in the cupboard
And came face to face with a mouse
He left a long trail of foil
He'd had Grandma’s chocolate for a meal
I got the blame and not the mouse
Imagine how that made me feel
During the war, it was sometimes the fashion
To use the cupboard under the stairs
For food that was on ration
People appreciated what was theirs
It was used as a pantry for Bacon,
Butter, sugar and powdered egg
Some people had extra coupons
While others had to beg
In nineteen ninety seven,
As I’m sure you are aware
Harry Potter, young wizard, at four Privet Drive
Lived in a cupboard under the stairs
Our cupboard is no longer there
And neither is the house
My grandma has passed away
And the chocolate-loving mouse
If you still have a cupboard
And it’s underneath the stairs
Just sit down and think awhile
What could have happened in there
Categories:
too greedy, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
It can kill you.
The more you feed it, the more it craves
you. You try to control it, but the chemistry is
too heated up, so you are hypnotized
with it’s ability to energize you.
It makes itself clear- with it’s bright colours
and all that, but you forget to look
anywhere else, so it compresses your life into
a bizarre mess of illogical decisions.
You thinks it clarifies you, but it just
blurs everything else in a haze of ignorance,
so you lose track of size, and colour,
and time, and make yourself blind.
Sometimes you wish it was less
intense, and that you didn’t have to
always put on a show, and stand in the
centre watching them watch you.
You thought it would make you better, more
substance means more life, but it just takes
over you, so what was you, is now a tiny
fragment of it, which just keeps getting smaller.
You can’t mix with who you want now,
you have to compromise, you can’t be free,
you have to stick to it until it has completely
changed you into something different.
Sometimes you feel so small and submerged
that you can’t breathe any more. It spins you
in circles, but you’re tired, and hot, and you want
to think without it’s thoughts moulding you.
But it’s too late to break the bond you made
that time when you wanted to dance. It’s too late
to change your mind now, and pretend it never
had any effect on you. It’s too late to put it out.
So you’re stuck with it’s snakes of arms too greedy
to care anymore, and that heat long too hot,
so it scorches you alive, and that colour, which
you blindly agreed to share, when you were you.
But you ‘re used to it now.
You know that you can break free if you try
really hard, but it’s you who’s too scared to leave.
You think it will stop you, and burn you, and eat
you, but it’s you who does that to yourself.
You remember when it was the answer to
everything, and when your body was big enough
to make decisions, but your heart, too selfish.
You remember those times, and you cry.
And you think again, and you open your
eyes, and you clarify life, and you free
yourself. It may have burnt your senses,
and your thoughts, and your heart, but,
It can’t kill you.
Only you can kill yourself.
Categories:
too greedy, life, lost love, love
Form:
Free verse
If I ever begin to crumble or if I have somehow lost my way,
May my Father send me his strength to make it through the day.
If I ever think about giving up or giving in,
May my Father remind me not to worry, but instead to always rely on him.
If I ever start to believe the harsh words of people or fall victim to their games,
May my Father call me silly and tell me to just forget their names.
If I ever wander too far off the path that leads to the person I’m supposed to be,
May my Father grab my hand and shake me for being so easily lost at sea.
If I ever need someone to comfort me or soothe the aching of my heart,
May my Father set fire to the sorrows that have tried numerous times to tear his daughter apart.
If I ever get too stubborn or refuse to step up to responsibility,
May my Father lend me his motivation for just a day so I can learn from his nobility.
If there’s ever a day that I don’t give thanks or have become too greedy,
May my Father alter my thoughts to get rid of the idea that it’s okay to be so needy.
If somehow I forget the power of a Father’s love or need a reminder that I’m not alone,
May my Father send me comfort from the clouds while he rests upon his heavenly throne.
-t.j.t.
Categories:
too greedy, dad, death, depression,
Form:
Free verse
I suppose I should have been satisfied
with the first letter: I mean, just how
often does the Almighty write to us?
Not since He did it on stone, I suppose.
But I am human and so rarely content--
then too, I still had so many questions,
like why must children suffer cruelty or
deathly ills-- and why are the aged so
often forgotten, ignored, neglected?
Why do so many hunger for vengeance
while others thirst for a drop of love?
Before the act is always the thought--
so why do we lessen the other, turn
him into an animal, some predator
to be feared and hunted to extinction?
And why do we peacock ourselves
with plumes of ego and pride, then
go strutting into the world like
petty kings, wood-hearted queens?
And always, always, we are we less
than we could be, sad thin shadows
of that person we know could, and
should walk free on the sun-lit earth?
I wrote this unmailed letter knowing
He would read the words before I
could put them down-- but I did
not expect an answer... so when I
found another letter slipped under
my door, this too written in a hand
of unearthly beauty, I gasped with
guilt and fear: was I too greedy and
just foolish to want to know the
Mind of God: why He made us
the way we are, what He wants
from us, of us, for us? Now I
began trembling, my fearful heart
pounding like it would burst open!
Still, I opened the letter and read:
"I really am breaking all my own
rules in writing you again, and
I'm not sure why-- yes, I
don't always know my
own mind-- I told you all
a long time ago you
were made in My image--
I suppose I am intrigued,
for the answers you seek
have been sought always,
throughout time, ever really
since I put that immortal part
of you in your ancestors, and
so turned animal into human,
and instinct into choice....
I gave your species
everything needed:
reason, imagination,
speech, and my
greatest gift-- love
strong enough to
transcend even time.
And what did humans
do with these wonders?
You waged war endlessly
and oppressed the weak,
breaking them as though
they were clay pots and
not my beloved children.
So I sent prophets to warn
you to choose light before
the dark ate your souls.
I even sent my only son
to lead you home, but
you killed him-- and you
wonder why life is hard?"
As always,
faithfully yours,
God
Categories:
too greedy, allegory, allusion, angst, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
it's green, blue and charming
i can feel the warm, moist of the ground
i was born here 'till the day when i die
a home called earth
the air that we breathe
the sun which brings life
the ground where the trees grow
the sea where we can feel the wave
all are magical
all are beautiful
all are natural
all are gifts from heaven above
but we are too greedy
we build, we destroy, we consume the earth
with no regret with no satisfaction
in our home called earth
we don't remember when the rainy season should come
we never felt the sun shines too bright today
maybe we have lost our way
how can we destroy our home
we may look different and talk different
but you are my brother, my sister, my family
let us share more love to this earth
a home called earth
Categories:
too greedy, lovehome, home, sun,
Form:
Free verse
All that I can give
The sky is falling and my future is always calling;
A voice in the wind screaming at me like a banshee.
Everything is ugly.
No beauty to be found in anything.
As I fall to my knees in shattered pieces,
I need just one love to make me become happy;
But depression strikes, engulfs my life, woe is me
And it drags me down to where I never want to be.
Too old to start again; so full of apathy.
I have no wife and I am all out of time.
They say cheer up;
I want to say shut up.
I will not listen, to your words of sunshine.
I have given up; I have had to take too much.
I have no need for any more of your pretty lies.
I’m so bitter sweet; no symphony.
I write another verse; I guess I’m too greedy.
I have a total lack of self-sufficiency,
Because this poetry is mine, so I build my fences high.
Must keep everybody out, letting nobody in;
My place of misery is the only way I know how to exist.
So kept apart from all your love;
I have no heart, so have a heart, because I’ve never had any fun.
I can’t recall happiness; I can no longer try my best,
Because this is it.
This is all that I can give
And this…
This is nothing.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
too greedy, age, depression, desire, feelings,
Form:
Bio
silent breeze, with swift precison
strips without notice.
taking all that it touches with it.
but it is too greedy,
and takes more than it can carry
leaving a trail of briliant reds and yellows
-the evidence of a grand theft.
with no one to challenge the autumn breeze,
it continues over yonder in search of the fabled fall
and its gilded trees
Categories:
too greedy, nature, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
i'll shove heart wide open [no ties!],
mop away uneasiness, doubt,
will breathe in truth instead of lies,
joy instead of greed breathe out loud.
soul'd turn into a spacious house
with no ceiling, walls, floors to mop,
no protection against burglars -
it's open, with no doors or locks.
lamp's like in temple so needy
a lighthouse for those in the dark,
they - with their kindness too greedy -
like us once would pass this benchmark .
i'd want my heart to fit inside
universe of unearthly round
dance of eternal souls and try
widening sky dome with low sound.
in immense home with no guests [word!]
uninvited, noone's here in vain,
not on good people rests the world
but on those happy in the rain.
let birds, ghosts, planets and people
spin round in such beautiful dance -
you've come to enjoy life's sequel,
smile! to be free there's one chance.
it's important for heart to grace
through melancholy and dark spite,
behind contempt and lack of faith
a spark in everyone of light,
for an eye in chest to unwind
with not a blink bravely to lead
and with its deep look - no more blind! -
to heal, foster, save and to heat.
Categories:
too greedy, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Lyric
In Days of Robin Hood
In days of yore,
In the days of Robin Hood,
A merry band of outlaws
Rambled throughout Sherwood Forest
(Home of the Major Oak,
North of Windsor Castle,
And south of Hadrian’s Wall).
They dressed in Lincoln green
And whistled in the greenwood glades,
Arming themselves with daggers and swords,
Cudgels, quarterstaves, and longbows,
With which they used to rob from the rich
(Who took from the commoners, peasants, and serfs)
And then cheerfully gave to the poor.
Prince John of England was furious
That they would usurp his authority
And demanded that the Sheriff of Nottingham
Quell the adventurous company.
But to no avail could the Sheriff prevail
Against Robin Hood’s strength and guile,
Who traipsed merrily upon the King’s trails.
The yeomen knew they needed social structure,
Or they wouldn’t be able to live together.
To whom would they turn for judgment
When someone committed mischief?
Each to his or her own, God willing,
And so they were willing to pay the taxes
For some semblance of law and order.
But it was the king who grew too greedy
And demanded more than they could give
That threw the system out of kilter
And caused tempers to boil over,
Leading to bedlam, mayhem, and disorder.
But thanks to Robin Hood and his merry men,
And the barons of jolly old England,
They brought the tyrant King John to his knees
To seal the Magna Carta.
***
Note:
The “Magna Carta” was sealed at Runnymede (located twenty miles west of London, England) on June 15, 1215. The document was the first instance where the King of England agreed to be subject to the laws of the land.
“No free man shall be seized or imprisoned, or stripped of his rights or possessions…except by the lawful judgment of his peers. To no one will we sell, to no one deny or delay right of justice…”
Categories:
too greedy, england, hero, history,
Form:
Verse
A little boy comes up to me
And said mister your tooth hurt
So I said yes just little
He had black hair wore an avengers shirt
His mother said leave the man alone
But he didn’t hear a word she say
He was the main attractions
Here In the dentist office today
He went by a Trinidadian lady
Who offered him a candy?
He shook his head nooooo
And said that give you cavity
Then he was back to me again
Mister you have very long hair
And he did not hear his mother
As she told him come over there
So mister if your tooth hurts
Will they give you a new one?
His mother said is he bothering you
I said oh no he’s just having fun
It’s silly how I end up here today
Guess I was too greedy last night
My stomach full but not my eyes
Just had to have another bite.
But who can blame a guy
For enjoying a well done steak
I know it was greedy of me
But I’m only human gimme a break
I know it’s not broken
But you may think it’s dumb
I think a bone from the steak
Might have hurt my gum
So now I am here for hours
Still in a lot of pain
But the time is going fast
As this boy has us entertained
Categories:
too greedy, introspection, life, mother,
Form:
Light Verse
Kicking up the dust in a rhythm of villainy
Doesn’t justify the hero within.
With the end of my finger,
I created this wasteland for the better.
The wind brings my composure
To the edge of reason.
Every grain of sand and bit of dust
Blown across my face
Reminds me of the tear drops
And how quickly I had to wipe them away.
This city was on top of things.
They just got too greedy.
Ringing bells, raising hell,
Turning the world upside down
So they can fly with golden parachutes.
My revolver is warm, the heat is justified.
I had to do what I had to do.
Categories:
too greedy, angst, visionary
Form:
Free verse