Millions Poems - Poems about Millions

she inherited millions her parents’ house, furniture, clothes, knickknacks, jewelry, daddy’s watch never spent a penny on a couch, never chose a painting or a necklace satisfied with mommy and daddy’s things, wore mommy’s clothes a spinster, who spent her money frugally on groceries and utilities turned her thermostat down to fifty-six in the winter, to save money satisfied with her...

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They say a picture may paint a thousand words but I can't read what he wrote household paint poured onto a horizontal surface ain't what I call works of note splashed with no pre-planned end-result for art's sake to me does not art make known for his 'drip technique' yes he was a drip and no mistake yet a few of his spills...

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My face, a wrinkle deep, My past, a messy choice, My present, conflicting options, Yet, I'm full of desire for a beauty queen. ...

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I love you millions, And I always will, And if the Universe Should ever end… I would love you still. ...

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Robet Allan Zimmerman a native-born Minnesotan he changed his name to Dylan and now he is worth millions ...

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Millions of dollars, and scietific study, may well be used To re-create this big rumminent; buddies.' How its to be Done.? I'd really like to know.' Like where will fresh enough Bio-logical matterial be found? After so..' So many millions Of years.?? Maybe Mary Schwitzer can show? us bout such a Mystery though.? You see the facts are showing.'...

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I will build an art center for those who like to play Hope to have it finished by next April or May Will invite youth and others who are merry and gay. Will throw out contenders who are bullies like Ray. Will give hospice nurses ten thousand dollars each letting them redesign the hospital rooms in fuchsia or peach also handing...

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I would like to be twelve million kilometers away From this stupid town, I’d like to be in Minnesota, To burn all my poems in your hungry eyes, I want to get away from those raptors that steal my nights, I would like to believe that the light of the heart will always shine, I would like to be twelve...

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as some African young leaders are  standing up with the problems of millions of Africans. they know well  about the work they are doing ... Africa's advocates who know the consequences of the dangerous tasks which they are  choosing ... Just  to help their compatriots. they can be wiping out  silently at any moment by the  problems makers. Young leaders who saw...

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as seeing millions of orphans at the boundaries of African lakes, some foreign wars and genocides planners continue to plan about the mass  killings of millions of other parents. my hands are not getting tired to write about the killings of  innocent voiceless  African men and women in different parts of African territories. Yoh! Where is humanity? Why...

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Three vaults to open, combinations memorised, late dark night. all asleep. no one to be surprised, plan is perfect, we are a team of seasoned three, millions worth of bullions, rob, get away, be free! in perfect silence we ease past the first steel vault, have two more barriers to get past without fault, Moon has played our ally by staying...

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Sports stars these days get paid millions to play little boys and little girls games Yet jobs that only adults can do sports stars are wont to eschew...

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When you ask many  rich Congolese of the East of DRCongo about the reasons of keeping their millions US dollars under the grounds.  Majority of them will point  the Wars And some Rebellions Which are pushing And  supporting by some Westerners And Americans of evil hearts. Rivers and lakes in Congo have more fish  But industrial fishing is...

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Who are these masters of millions, With their hands around our throat? We eke by as our funds all die, While all their dividends bloat. Corruption and greed rule the day, In a capitalistic state. One could surmise in corporate eyes, We're only dinner on a plate. In a government bought and sold, They just refuse to cut us slack. But we're the ones that...

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With the rising of the sun it feels at last as if all is right with the world for a moment Watching the dazzling colors light up the sky Almost as if the day is saying What are you doing being so lonely for Get over yourself and appreciate this vast world while you still can ! Realizing in...

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