Dollars Poems | Examples

DIRTY DOLLARS

IF DIRT WERE DOLLAR$...

COULD KNOCK THE DIRT OFF MY BACK...

AND BUY THREE HOU$E$

ROOM FOR RENT

Too small,
for two of us.
Wanting to run away,
I was reluctant to stay here.
Our pay checks did not reach far in those days,
I had a place to rest my head.
Needed more rent money,
please rain dollars.
Too small.

The Precious Jewels

By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." 

all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
    around my neck
    hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
        I loved her big colorful bags
        some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
      a few dollars when new 
      years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls

sand dollars

    o 
  r    k                n               
b       e             i   g
           n       w       s
   <  five white doves
	  s   c a    t    t  e    r   e d
	       dreams revived

From Doubt to Dollars

I grew up believing I was terrible at writing,
at least that's what everyone said.
It's ironic
Those voices in my head still holler loud
even though, in the end,
it's how I make ends meet

Combatting dollars

Clashes of riches
For everyone wishes to be pronounced “thor”
Their hammer being the only way for them to score,
For they all need keys to unbind forbidden doors.
The answer meanwhile has been stitched to a lame roar, 
He who hears it, can decipher all the nameless lores.

Two Dollars and Ninety Eight Cents For A Dream

Am I in a dream
Only as it may seem
I am music, I am the notes
You once were the wreckage on which my soul floats
Now I am the maestro, I am also first chair
And now the crescendo (and you are not there)
And it's okay that it's not you (I've found someone new)

All colors came from three
The primary Trinity
Amaranth, Burlywood and blue
Phlox and Pesimmons to name a few
Magenta, Tawny, Zaffre and Zomp
It's bomb blast and bombast and pomp

Under pacto arco iris
We have our first kiss
The world welcomes lovers
Especially the giddiness from under the covers
And so it is an eternal dream we seek
"If I spend $2.98 on a dream
It should at least last a week"

Twenty Dollars: A Birthday Poem

With twenty dollars, what a chance,
To savor a treat or save for a plan.
You might splurge a little or take a stance,
On future dreams and where they began.

A small adventure or a cozy book,
Perhaps a meal with friends to share.
Or tuck it away with a hopeful look,
For future joys and plans to care.

So celebrate with joy and delight,
With twenty dollars, your day’s begun.
Happy birthday and may your flight
Be filled with dreams and moments won.

Sales Fifteen Dollars

   I like a special drink,
   All frothy green and pink!
   Three or four a day,
   If I had my way.
   Can someone drive me to the store?
   I just need one more.

   Momma said, "What is in this drink?
                         It sure does stink!

  Oh, it's very healthy.
  Nothing but goodness inside.

  Momma said," Can you make me one?

  Oh sure.
  Let me see if you have everything inside.
  
  Spinach and tomatoes.
  Squash and potatoes.
  Rye and kale.
  Pickles and beets.
  Should be in the drink.

  Grind in the blender,
  Until frothy and tender.
  Makes a green and pink froth,
  You will remember!

  Momma said," Enjoy your drink.
                       Don't forget to clean out the sink!"

  She fooled me again!
  When will it end?
  Now I have to make my own drink.
  That sure does stink!

dollars and sense

there must be 
fifty ways
to kill the 
other and

dime to a dollar
there’s always 
an other
and another 
dime 
to be made

dollars and sense
for a puffed up 
war chest
for another 
other
change is made

Horse, gun, dollars five, and White House

A few things laws may him deprive,
Still, to White House Trump may arrive.
And if serves felony,
May collect a bounty
Of horse and gun and Dollars five.
A law’s renown as ass,
And at times laughing gas,
He that looks for logic is naïve.
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Happenings |01.06.2024| America, political
Poet’s note: In US of A, a convicted felon may run for White House in November, and may well become president. Some countries are not attacked from outside, but face danger from within. Worldwide moral fibre has gone low. A Manhattan jury has found Trump guilty of falsifying business records for paying hush money to keep a **** star’s mouth shut. Now, in USA, when a felon is released after a jail term, he is given a horse, a rifle, and $ 5 to help him settle down in life. In addition, Trump would get a house, a White House, but would he ever settle down?

GOLD AND BLOOD

GOLD AND BLOOD 

Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a 
                                     lotus leaf upon a sea


It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood 
                                    gold of her own heat


‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red 
running thick and deep’
                             So she murmured, so they did
 

To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
                              gloomy gold unshackling


Guts, throat, tongue 
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise 
                               gold and blood morphing 


Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint 
                               to alchemise pentacles cold

If Kisses Were Dollars

Had a crazy dream last night
Dreamt I was living in a world
Where kisses were units of currency
First thing I thought of
Was that cute li'l cashier at Walmart
To pay for a $50 item
Would require 50 kisses plus tax
Bringing the total to 60 smooches
I would start shopping for all kinds of stuff
That I didn't actually need
I'd even buy ladies lingerie like bras and knickers
And give them away to my neighbourhood ladies!
In all likelihood I'd go broke
But man, would I be a happy bum
Going to bed now to hopefully pick up
Where I left off...

Fifty-Two Dollars

Fifty-two dollars

Oh how I wish I had fifty-two dollars
to cover the cost of a four-dollar meal,
and pay for an outfit that’s much more in style,
on sale, half the price, is considered a steal

To gather a card for each holiday calling
and write out your name where the address does go,
grabbing a beautiful bouquet of flowers,
that bloom like your smile each season they grow

To purchase a suitcase for that destination,
that brings my heart closer to where yours does wait
while running to catch Monday’s bus at the station,
for Tuesday or Wednesday just might be too late

Oh how I wish I had fifty-two dollars,
so I could be near you whatever I spend
and maybe have change left to keep in my pocket,
in case time allows me to see you again

Where People Go To and Dont Come Back

Are there places we go to and won’t be back,
There grounding ourselves for having met no lack?
It used to be the Lord God’s United States
For Africans, who could face big Hotels’ plates
And Dish-Washing assembled the Great Dollars
For cruising round in shirts with up-turned collars…

Much earlier Europe’s Sung  United Kingdom
For the Blacks London’s clock meant a timed stardom, 
Replies in British English “Truest Freedom,”
No Religious Rubbish hatching Martyrdom…

In many ways Honeymooners’ Grand Paris
For unending day-dreams, not for seen Barley… 

On the other side: A concentration camp,
As we still have this paradise with no lamp:
Where one meets an envelope and turns the stamp:
A struggle ceaseless on emerging Slave Champ;
Where one walks and just works, until one goes limp:
A mind absorbing horrors that make the imp!
The finest places we try and we’ve lost track,
Turning deflated types with no saving Jack!

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