Price Poems - Poems about Price

War is no one’s friend It smiles with fire, and devours to the end. It begins with banners, chants, and threats, But it ends in silence, graves, and tears. We know how it starts, loud, proud, precise. But who knows the cost? Who pays the price? Not just soldiers who fell in line But children, parents, souls divine. War wears no badge...

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White fluffy bunny, finger puppet, my grandson tries on for size. Hopping off his finger and into the palm of my hand. He checked price, told me to put toy back on shelf; full size cost less. ...

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Sometimes I’m angry you left. That you gave up. That you weren’t strong enough to stay. The bitterness creeps in quietly, like a shadow I didn’t invite. But then I stop—because who am I to measure a pain I never lived? I never stood at the edge of whatever storm made jumping feel safer than...

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True story..... I won a thousand dollars on a scratch-off, it probably cost me two thousand over time , now that's a sin ! I went down to the grocery I needed to buy some greens I thought I'll put a dollar In that new Lotto machine I know that gambling Could be a source of sinning But couldn't...

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An old man once said: Freedom isn’t free As a child, I grew up, never understanding those words. As an adult, I learned, the tree of freedom is watered with blood. I thought we had paid enough. But as trees wither without water, so does freedom without its tribute. As such I hoped, we could pay with sweat and duty. But once again-we choose red......

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It's right out in the open for everyone to see ~ puppets bought and paid for dancers strung and played delusional parrots with microphones hostages read the demands of a madman while maintaining somewhat of a poker face It's never been so obvious : integrity has its price....

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My freedom’s high cost was shed blood of the fallen, starting at the cross. ...

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The price of perfection, And the recent deduction, To keep up the function, And become a swan, To show a sanction, Have dedication, To the craft of perfection, And the show of intention, Following the row, And strengthen the bow, To keep up the fact, To disarm the pact, And keep the show, To what you already know, To remember that the price, Is in suffice, To show what you do, And...

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In dusk's silence, I wandered into the forest's recesses Where ancient secrets slumber, and mystic powers weave The Uba forest's murmured wonders, a realm of awe Where powder-kissed mysteries await, and spirits breathe Fortified by inner strength, I communed with the land's guardian A being of primal power, with eyes that saw beyond The veil of reality, where worlds collide and...

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"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet Why does life start out from a loving mother, only to be given to another? This loving mother cannot care for her, as a tiny baby makes a stir. A loving mother will sign papers that will cut like a knife, making a decision effecting her and a new life. This...

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You hurt the bees but you want the honey You'll kill the children but ask them to make money You take our hope but want us to have dreams You burn our houses but want us to make peace What was it that made this world so mean? ...

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A thin film of promise stretched across the gaping wound of hunger. A peso shaved, a temporary reprieve, a headline shouting victory while the roots remain tangled. The farmer still sweats under a sun that scorches profit, the middleman still pockets a lion's share, the land still whispers of forgotten support. This small cut, neatly bandaged for the cameras, does it staunch the deeper bleeding? Will it nourish the soil of long-term...

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there was a young man named Price who always took risks without advice till one day he was peeved when a letter he received from his insurance saying your policy is doubling in price ...

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world is your oyster dark cave secret factory sand grit begets pearl ...

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In AD 301, a Roman Emperor made a decree He fixed the price of food and clothes If you sold for higher, there was a death penalty If you hoarded those goods, your blood would flow. Since no one can manufacture below cost Sellers disobeyed the decree Mobs attacked them, lives were lost Not very smart of the citizenry. The emperor had to...

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