Best Wealth Poems

The Wealth of Spring

Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty Narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.
Enjoy the heavenly floral scent that gardens bring.
Fledglings high in tree nests sense...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.               
It is almost as if the drab 
Streets were strewn with the 
Precious wealth of King Solomon's 
Gold!  ...

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Wealth of Spring

Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.
Enjoy the heavenly floral scent that gardens bring.
Fledglings high in tree nests sense that...

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Gold as far 
As the eye can see
In awe I stood
As the sun lit up
Everything around me
Instant heiress
Of a golden estate
With unimaginable
Gilded treasures
My heart overflowed
Then in a split second
The clouds rolled back
And took it all away
My riches and my heart    



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 Don't know if human's will ever see
 every soul born, is right where it's meant to be
For the rich to become the richest
 there has to be a place for the poorest

The entire world is built up from the same level of dirt
 each...

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If I do not trust my wisdom
then I have earned nothing,learned nothing,loved nothing, become nothing,
I would be a random phantom,a struggle absent triumph to fathom,
just a creature chasing feelings, ignorant of meaning,
would be like disbelieving my birth
underestimating my worth
searching for mirth
in spoiled earth,

As a Mother...

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Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,	
For the sick and down are crying out for us to do our part,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true. 

Dying children wishing, trusting you’ll come through, 
To depart the angels of...

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sun dances on waves // a million gold coins spilling, to fill joy's coffers




~ 1st Place ~  in the Monoku 5: Cliche' Poetry Contest", Silent One, Sponsor ... for cliche' #1 "All that glitters isn't gold"....

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twins twice took total children to six,
put poor parents in financial fix,
finding funds for feeding family,
economy ever not easy!
but do not groan God given great gift,
he has His heavenly holy drift,
He who has planted plenty of trees,
fish, frogs, fruits, fancy flowers for bees,
made mothers merely...

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My senior year in High School
a friend once turned to me
She asked, "After graduation,
what will you then be?"
With no hesitation, 
the words I gladly spoke
"I'm going to be a writer."
She laughing, said, "What a joke!"
I wasn't as amused
as my friend had seemed to be
Writing was...

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I lived in Shenzhen, China, for my 6th and 7th grades - China was AMAZING.

In China, blond hair is unusual, I stood out like neon and touching blond hair was considered good luck.

In a train station, if I stood still, I could draw a curious...

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GOLD AND BLOOD 

Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a 
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Finding Joy

I find joy
in simple
things of life

new mornings
writing poems
singing songs

I don’t need
fancy toys
nor much wealth
...

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"living in a man-made island,
with blinded eyes, and unfeeling heart" (Quote By Poet)


What do we know about poverty,
What do we understand about suffering…
It’s a miracle that we were born into families
who had enough food to eat and share,
celebrate festivals lavishly with gifts and delicacies, 
Enough...

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Lively words on tiptoes left,
Vanishing in the night.
In vain have I sought to find them,
Those precious prodigal words.

Did they slip away like mice
Through temples worn out by age?
Like jocks who rode the bench too long,
Have they quit for lack of play?

Or have they found me...

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