Merchants Poems - Poems about Merchants

In the realm of deceit, some souls reside, Gullible hearts, fertile grounds for evil to abide. As they sit, concocting chaos, their minds astray, Weaving webs of wickedness, night and day. Their slumber's filled with visions of malevolence and spite, Their waking hours, a pursuit of perpetual fight. Peace, a distant memory, lost in the haze, As they revel in the suffering...

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Villanelle : Merchants of the Word make Writers write for Prizes Merchants of the Word make writers write for prizes Does not the failed writer pose as house editor Great treasures of the past were weaned without judges Prized-writers in our midst make all kinds of noises Matters little so long as till fills publisher Merchants of the Word make writers...

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Once, a poor man was walking through one of the richest markets in the continent. His clothes were rugged, his shoes torn apart. The merchants eyed him suspiciously and started talking about him with judging eyes. But the man walked like a king of untold wealth. One of the daring merchants came towards this man and...

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The Merchants: It has been said that it takes a whole village To raise a child; How does a merchant help Families raise the children? Merchants live in the village; and together, Everyone helps raise the children. How do they help? The merchants in the village fill the stores. Parents go there to buy food, clothes and more. Young people have needs for...

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Between the dawn of ends and time empires wept wealthy where glints of pillars vanished beyond the grass, alone quiet merchants beneath joined will and turned the gates of golden riches where tombs set dust and shadows upon a lonely grief and bid a final silent sunlight...farewell......

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