Money Personification Poems

TIME


Precise and constant it marches on.
It waits for no one, yet will stop to heal a broken heart.
Measured in thousandths of a second by swimmers
And...

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Whatever you do in life do it from your heart
Do it wholly for whatever is done from the heart 
Had been establish with God submitting...

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Hi my name is Money
Some call me honey
(But ain't nothing sweet)
I'm kinda cocky cause I know that people want me
I'm what you crave
Work for
Sell your...

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I am the brown crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I can color in the sand your child plays in,
or...

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I’m glad to see you my dear brother
How’s our mom- a very loving mother?
It’s been a year since you’ve sold me
To your friend with lots...

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EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties, 
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery. 
Promises become unfulfilled, 
And the expectants turn to...

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CORE OF CORRUPTION BY RICHIE KHARIS

Some cry so loudly for this strange thing
Some fight with all they’ve got for the same thing
Some dream of it...

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*Suicide* 

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
People fight for there stand,
People fight within themself..
Nothing been on there side,
None is there to support them..

Suicide...

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The tip,
The ravenous tip, 
Ever more food produced for its lip,
After midnight the people creep to pay homage to the tip,
Afraid to look into eyes...

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I am a shiny penny
just minted, brand-new
You'll find me in pockets
of shoppers like you

My value's dropped
as some've stopped
carrying cash at all; now
as passe as 'cruising...

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Many years ago I lived in the National Forest I had over 100 rings around, each of the rings meant I was another year old....

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Grandma  (Elizabeth)        Loving   Caring  Loyal     Wishes to be an ...

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Am the devil
Father of all evil
You all here because I am
He leaves you all in my arm
Am the royal god of goodness
Come, my children follow...

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Falling to the floor, hands touching your own filthy guilt
Too much attention is a lesson I learned, a building no longer Standing still
The weight of...

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They scoop me up, I smell so good.  Others come, and stand in line. People shifting, impatiently.
They pay money, as cash registers sing happily....

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