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Marketplace Poems - Poems about Marketplace


Premium Member In an age of cheap poets and marketplace philosophers
In an age of cheap poets and marketplace philosophers, When words intertwine beautifully but lack depth, My contemporaries have already given me the greatest reward, Their indifference, their silence, heavy like a spider’s web. In a world where applause is the echo of an illusion, Rise those who believe themselves...

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Categories: marketplace, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Marketplace
“The Marketplace” Today the marketplace is open. Ready with crisp linens for handfuls of gold. Hordes of buyers stomp the asphalt scurrying by and through to the next. I have worn my smile. My hair is wind-born. smelling of burnt amber and roses. My dress, summer silk, covers my flesh - Tones like island-bronze. And I have worn my smile. I banter over prices, politely. Others...

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Categories: marketplace, absence, emotions, longing, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member In the Marketplace
In the marketplace, from a woman vegetable vendor a bazar cow snatched away a big mustard plant. She shouted at the cow rebuking it with the foulest words she could muster while the cow relishing it's loot. An old Street dog, loving life , rested in a shaded corner looked at the youthful cow with envy. ...

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Categories: marketplace, life, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Marketplace of Thought
The Marketplace of Thought! Don’t I love who I’m open to - would share soul with (somehow in words - in poetry, revealing me)? Must I place worth on goods ‘vain’ hawk to earn a look? Let self-regard be life’s canard! God Loves such cheer? May I find wealth in other’s health (I pray), by Grace of God’s intent, not...

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Categories: marketplace, perspective, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Bits N' Bots
Bits 'n Pieces of my soul to be downloaded by the Marketplace (or souled for a pittance at your request) Doth thou find me Likeable? God Bless my Fakebook Self! All the shiny bots N pieces I've manicured just for you? Why, they're just a miniscule reflection An endless mirror, scattered pixellated gems-- An electronic finger pointing back at Me. The manicured,...

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Categories: marketplace, conflict, irony, perspective, satire,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Remembering the Past
My loving cousin Nongmaithem Manihar Singh , had not seen for decades; how time can sting, after his passing I went to his home at Yairipok Bazar where memories roam to attend the Asti sanchay. That country market place miles from my house in Imphal I have not visited for a long time. During my childhood days long ago in the sun I wandered there often where the...

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Categories: marketplace, change,
Form: Free verse
Take Me To a Marketplace
TAKE ME TO A MARKETPLACE Take me to a marketplace where I can get a rose garden in exchange of my old pen. Take me to a marketplace where I can buy hundreds of trees with just a handful of seeds. Take me to a marketplace where I can trade my old book with one library nice and good. Take me to a marketplace where what...

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Categories: marketplace, fantasy, feelings, freedom, longing,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Marketplace
Every shot of grief and pain commences the grand experiment once again, delineating material differences in the various types of neglect, the techniques and attitudes that too often lead to violence, and the denial of blame. Sadly, it always comes to naught: bought players mouthing contrived words, obeying contrary voices, concluding with self-serving decisions determined in advance by those who buy weak...

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Categories: marketplace, corruption, truth,
Form: Free verse
The Marketplace Collection
senryu / senryu series the marketplace well-dressed mannequin speaks to shoppers ~~~~~~~~ without knowing the well-dressed manneqin beckons shoppers ~~~~~~~~ eye-speak the well-dressed mannequin beckons shoppers fluid salesman fools only himself by sleight-of-mouth ~~~~~~~~~ ...

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Categories: marketplace, 11th grade, business,
Form: Senryu
The State of the Marketplace
Cut from glass Cut from flesh My steel windows peer From hilltops to the marketplace Rotary clubs banishing good taste With taxes to fill up the State Now following fault lines To earthquake insure the day, stay awake Insurance claims fake a new mistake Numbers surround the climax of fate Urging paper weights to cover shifting sands Allow us to stand anew...

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Categories: marketplace, adventure, angst, animals,
Form: Free verse
The Marketplace of Love
We can set the game with new wagers Economy is but a ribbon of fear The time is near To dismantle capital banter and borders And bring in the new prodigy Love is tribal wealth No one hoards And everyone saves Because there's nothing to save Ownership is a flaw I've seen throughout life The pompous pilgrimage That is really a sacrilege Dismantle all power That does not...

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Categories: marketplace, adventure, brother, family,
Form: Free verse
Love and the Marketplace
What structure resides For the apportioning of Love? What do plastic cards and love Have in common? Maybe I can save on output And get more cost effective returns My actions are cold, vacant The windows fog as I stare ahead Yellow Red Green cellphone circuits To forge intimacy Circuits I speak Words flood before I dial I'm searching for Love How can this be? Statistics are miserly She...

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Categories: marketplace, lovelove,
Form: Free verse
Children In the Marketplace
Will it be the actors? Will it be the singers? Or will it be the dancers Who bring the Gospel With a twist? Or will it be the pastors, The apostles and the prophets, The teachers and evangelists?...

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Categories: marketplace, faith, inspirational, love, on
Form: Rhyme
Marketplace Massacre
Flowers lie upon a grave, innocence dead in a foreign land The peace shattered like ice when bombs burst in burning sand Children taken in the prime of life, gone with just a passing glance As planes fly overhead, circling their targets in a macabre dance Bombs drop and explode, tearing through a market and a child The mother drops...

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Categories: marketplace, death, peace, sad, mother,
Form: Narrative

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