Possessions Poems - Poems about Possessions

Because I'd been good for a very long while, my parents decided to buy me a crocodile. Then all the kids on the block thought I really did rock. Till two weeks later, another kid’s parents decided to buy him an alligator! Shoot! And now some kid’s braggin’ his parents are gonna buy him a Komodo dragon. Oh, my God! This is way...

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Rescued and incurious as I dreamt to be In forever August where I’m still a child Wasn’t meant to be important, by a large degree But it did, and I am baffled why this changed my sight What I deemed as counted, weighted, and well measured Failed completely now, and all what is left Is that crooked smile over things...

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"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington Penniless and powerless Naught is...

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What we possess is not our own, Everything we have is on loan, From when we are born Until we depart Our possessions will go But some will keep their hearts. The wicked and power-hungry kind Will have to leave their hearts behind Black hearts are unacceptable in heaven above Because black hearts are devoid of love Heartless people feel a need For wealth, power, self-love...

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I was walking in the streets in the country Flagging down for any car I was out of breath because I walked too far A woman in a jeep stopped for me I told her I want to call ol Jeffery I am without my phone and car keys I was glad when ol Jeffery answered me I...

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Losing everything I have is repugnant to me, I’m thinking of a natural disaster, flood, or fire How traumatic losing everything would be, I can think of nothing so debilitating or dire. I empathize with those who lose their home, Especially quickly by a flash flood or a tornado, It would surely leave one with a PTSD syndrome Where everything dear is...

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My most treasured possession is my imagination Or my eyesight or my fingers that type and paint. My most treasured possession is my ability to listen. My most treasured possession is not stationery. Some minutes it is one thing, then another. My most treasured possession is my flexibility. Or my empathy or my writing talent. My most treasured possession is within me. Something...

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The finer things in life are not material Cannot be measured by silver and gold, But have an intrinsic, everlasting value Like contentment and happiness, I'm told. One cannot buy with money these things While possessions can be comforting, Like fine cars, elaborate furs, and rings Only love and joy inner satisfaction brings. written January 26, 2022...

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briefly uttered epithets in chalked pictures a quest for forms to gladden & enchant a delicate response to entrance to save a dream a stimulating ...

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To us Complete sharing is difficult sometimes Every man takes into his possessions A little piece of the land A little piece of the sky maybe temporary And some even a little piece of the sea To join the jigsaw puzzle pieces To produce a picture of his own dream...

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How many square feet are required To hold all of your stuff? Will five thousand, six hundred do it? Or will two hundred be plenty enough? I thought about this the other day When I was surveying my various collections, And wondering what becomes of a rich man’s stuff When they wind up in a house of corrections! How much of their stuff...

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I have a large closed safe with the noes that I received... and a delicate box with the yeses i won......

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Don't be fooled by material possessions that are owned only by selfish hearts and the more they hold onto them tightly, the quicker they'll disappear; surely, they can make life much easier, but not a peaceful one full of serenity. Is it everybody's dream to own everything enough to fulfill their materialistic needs through times of uncertainty... if inside there's an emptiness deeper...

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Fifty five year old me will be a gypsy. Solar powered bike/ car hybrid towing a tent will be my mode of transport. Unfolding continent selects destinations. Isolated majesty I will claim enrichment from. ...

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Is not my worth in what I own - in real estate, big company, nice home, fast car, prized jewelry, investments that have grown? Is not my worth in what I do - the job I work, the sum I’m paid, awards, promotions, deals I’ve made, how nice the office view? Is not my worth in art I make - a poem or melodious...

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