Monetary Value Poems | Examples

Goodbye My Pieces of Happiness

Exchanging my memories for value,
Last week, I visited a pawn shop and pawned my memories.
With each piece, I attempt to disregard the memories.
The most significant item was the wedding ring.
His face appeared before me as we stood 
before the judge, exchanging vows that were not upheld.
She attempted to remove the baby ring that no longer fit her.
 During her teething period, 
I observed her without her expressing any emotions.
I handed the ring over to the cashier, pawning memories I said to him
A gold necklace, the details of its history are unclear, but it is made of gold.
After signing the paperwork, I felt a sense of relief, lightness, and detachment
Although my silver bracelets did not hold significant monetary value, they were of immense sentimental importance to me.
To exchange my memories for value,
It was not as difficult as I had anticipated,
They were simply resting in the jewelry box, awaiting discovery.
Goodbye, my shiny piece of happiness.

One For Mulder and Scully

Dazzling, synthetic lights emanate from polished silver,
Penetrating my deep, chemically induced sleep. 
Blinking sensitive eyes, I raise my swirling head.
 I sit up and walk into a corridor of glass display cases.
  

Rustic farm tools, mannequins wearing clothing from the past and present fashions, pottery from long ago…
A collection of some kind, featuring timeless treasures and ordinary items of little to no monetary value. 

A discombobulated hoard of flea market finds? 
I came to another display difficult to make sense of…another display of mannequins except these wore no clothing and floated in some viscous liquid. 

A chill went up my spine and I knew not why until…one opened their eyes and looked at me!
I awaken. Bright sunlight streams into my bedroom windows. I recall everything in a moment of time. 

Sitting up, pain and horror, a poisonous flower blossom opening red petals in my mind…
 A nightmare or mad illusion? I see nothing but my   room, and hear nothing now but… 
… silence.

Capitalism

I’m not at all interested
in your product
You shouldn’t even be for sale
Put your wallet down 
for a minute
Just look in my eyes
and tell me 
your aspirations in life
There is no monetary value 
assigned to what I desire
“I love you”
doesn’t cost but a breath

It Takes a Loss

Sadly, it takes a loss
to know what one had
and misses; as anything
not worked for, or rightly
fought for, is not worth
having, regardless of its
monetary value – for one's
soul, though it can be sold
can never be bought back,
only redeemed...by one who
believes it is priceless, far 
greater than the wealth of 
a world.

My Legacy

you cannot calculate my legacy in monetary value 
or in market shares
neither in some property
nor anything tangible

I leave you my soul
recorded in poetry
and thoughts
I share
with those of you with an ear for the essence of me
but unlike Keats not have my name written in water

Put Away Your Screen Today

Things that make me happy
bring a smile or tears of joy
they have no monetary value
sweet gifts for every girl and boy 

So take off all those blinkers
Let the light shine in
Put away your screen today
And you’ll see what I mean

To see a spider spin a web
a bee sip nectar for his queen
a fledging taking his first flight
mother moon on the clearest night

To hear a blackbird sing his song
for he will sing it all day long
the sea her tides they come and go
relax and watch her ebb and flow

The morning sky the sun arising
with hues that take your breath away
And as she sets ~ a picture painted
Each night each day a different way

The joy I get to see the moon
her crescent exquisite 
her fullness divine
she fills up my heart
she clears out my mind

What joy to see a sky full of stars
With Jupiter ~ Venus ~ Saturn and Mars

So open your eyes 
as you gaze to the sky
You may even see
ISS passing by

Open your mind ~ let your soul soar 
In this wonderful world there is oh so much more…

Written 9th July 2020

Contest Strand Completely New (7)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE

Kindness

If I could only teach my child one thing,
it would be this – just be kind.
Before a word is uttered, ask yourself,
will my words hurt or wound?

Too many souls are left bleeding
from words stabbing, causing pain.
Too many thoughtless actions etch scars, 
some of which always remain.

Kindness has no monetary value,
it requires but thought and time.
Our cold world needs more than ever
for people to be kind.

If we gave others the compassion
that we ourselves expect,
the world would be a kinder place,
people bestowed with respect.

Health Is Wealth

How do you put
a monetary value
on your health?

If you don't
feel right
you can't enjoy life

Even the simplest
health issues
can cause

you pain,
make existence miserable.
If you

have your health
you are wealthy
beyond imagination

So be thankful
for the simple things
Live to the fullest

enjoying all the moments
that are
gifted to you

while you bathe
in the
glow of fortune.

Lessons From Being a Cancer Sufferer

For the time being I have Given cancer the slip,
And here is a tip,
From my very lip.

Ethnicity does not matter
Culture does not matter,
Colour does not matter.

The size of your brain does not matter,
Your age does not matter,
Your shape does not matter.

Your politics do not matter,
Your Hairstyle does not matter,
Your monetary value does not matter.

There is no guarantee for anyone, not to get it,
So all we can do is face up to it,
And put our energy into fighting it, if we get it.

For those of us who, its stranglehold break,
Or  those  who get a lucky break,
And never that trip have to take.

I ask them to check which way they lean,
How mean they have been,
And consider what does it all mean.

Union of Expectations

Don’t you know that you are one?
Just like the two sides of a coin, 
You need each other to be complete, 
And you shall walk together, 
For you are forged to be one.

You surely are a union of expectations,
Romantic expectations to say the least,
To love unconditionally and be loved back,
To have a symphony of intimacy,
A Hollywood of romantic narrations.

You are a bank of expectations,
Financial expectations are embedded in your DNA,
For your spending habits shall come to question,
And your savings goals merge objectively,
Management of money ought to be paramount.

You are a honeymoon of expectations,
Ranging from date nights to celebrations,
Shall your anniversary or birthday have priority?
Will both sides prefer mountain to tropical beach?
Will you always celebrate Valentine’s Day?

Don’t you know that you are one?
Just like the two sides of a coin,
Each of you with a different part to play,
For a coin with one plain side,
Lacks monetary value.

Heirloom - A

bland, tatty, old vase
no monetary value
mantel’s pride of place

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(C) John C Michaels, March 2017

Where Your Eyes Shine I Want To Lie Down

where crystals gleam 
i want to lie

where the scented lily opens
reveals its stamen
tender as babies breath

as unavoidable as our sun's and moon's provocative union 
as desirable as a cooling whisper on a hot humid day
as necessary as the blistering heat
a dream yet to be dreamt

in my wanting
an explosion 
an us reality
you are the joy of laughter 
boxed, wrapped, gifted
all the gems of no monetary value - priceless
moments absorbed fully 

womanhood sings 
and i respond in kind

climb beyond frozen minds
where pianos open
radiate warmth 
cradle purity 
my will nestled in the notes 

where crystals gleam
i want to lie


 

July 25 2016
Maurice Yvonne

342 a Poet Is Born, Not Made

Poeta nascitur non fit.
Not everyone can hear the words
Bringing forth the beauty in life and meaning
Giving value to substance
Each story a new beginning, a new ending.
   Poeta nascitur non fit.
The soul of love will cherish nature
Seeing the scintillation from within the waterfall
Give the will of hope unto anothers broken heart
And will give voice unto the emotion of a tear drop.
   Poeta nascitur non fit.
A poet will not rise from the enrichment of monetary value
That would be absurd, an unnatural juxtaposition
A poet will not spring forth from strife nor human deficiency
Poetry does not stem from a mere saddened emotion.
   Poeta nascitur non fit.
Poetry is in the soul and blossoms forthright
A poet sees life in its truest reality
The poet can see though the stench of government
And the conformity of all society.
   Poeta nascitur non fit.
A rose not from a seed is a mere impression of affection
Much as, a poet learned can write the script
Yet only from the seed can truest love be known
Poeta nascitur non fit.
~
By: Darren J. McMurray
       January 4, 2011

Thanksgiving

Take heed do not forget heritage.
Being thankful should not fall on rage.
Celebrate Thanksgiving
We have dropped this sacred holiday.
Commercialism, no way to pray,
Fiscal unforgiving,


written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "HOLIDAY HEARTH" 

choice
Thanksgiving

ps...I have noticed lately there is less and less holiday decorations being sold for Thanksgiving,, we go from Halloween to Christmas to quick for that monetary value.

This World We Have Created

This world we have created-
neatly sown earth ripe for the planting.

This world had been perfect-
silent creeks and boisterous waterfalls.

This land that was once Mother Nature's-
destroyed for some superfluous coffee shop
where liars and womanizers lay in wait.

These words from our mouths-
are a right given to us by "Law;"
are they not going to be spoken without such written privilege?

False worshippers-
i speak not of a religion, but of the followers.
hoping living in the shadow of their God is a ticket to life after death.

This world we have created-
it saddens me.

These lives we now lead-
frivolous and jocund.

Greed-
it runs our lives now.

Monetary value is the way the world earns its keep.

A higher being or a mere fraction off a fraction of a chance has given us this Earth.

Someone gave us a mold, and we said "To Hell with it!"

They won't even own up to the actions they've taken.

Neither will I.

A white sheep in a herd of white sheep.

Who am I to call out a mistake?

This world we have created-
it saddens me so; 
but if one should ask if i've taken affirmative action,
the answer shall be "No."

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