Rent Poems - Poems about Rent

For rent: a room with three rowdy, reckless roommates who revel in raving it up. Curtains they've ripped and carpets they've ruined Worn sofa and rancid kitchen all greatly reduced with a garage too for rent. ...

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ROLLING WITH THE Rs Poetry Contest Nette Onclaud 8/5/25 Special Tenant wanted Suitable applicant Is responsible and behaves Check marks to bookworms over butterflies No drama, visitors, or noise Nice-sized room is furnished Landlord's hamlet Special...

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For: ROLLING WITH THE Rs Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud August 4, 2025 ***** Room rent is beyond me, trees do not grow money it is said, sadly Leprechaun's will not share their gold with us common folk and the pirate's are not talking, but I found their treasure map; trade for just room rent. ...

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Too small, for two of us. Wanting to run away, I was reluctant to stay here. Our pay checks did not reach far in those days, I had a place to rest my head. Needed more rent money, please rain dollars. Too small....

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I heard tiny terrors stitched in between light walls as weightless as chicken feathers jaundiced piss, recycled adult nappies crumpled faces leaking maggots that ripen to dust here the price is right I heard...

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Empty, Barren ribcage- Hollow in your absence. Rhythmic echoes of a love lost. No tenant could compare to you, my love. In vain, I try to fill the void. Dusty room, in ruins- Cobwebs take hold. Empty. Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Written 8/3/25...

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Its time to pay your rent. ...

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When you pay rent of hell a register appears in your house A rent book and black pen Your actions essence turned into knots that appear as black ropes Your thoughts noted in a book and weighted on the scales of the register. Very dark in your eyes with visions of hell. To break these knots, you need golden...

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damaged vase ~ mosaic stepping stone shattered glass ~ polished penant pieces tattered jeans ~ recycled patchwork art cracked blacktop ~ dandelion thriving broken heart ~ amended forgiver 12-27-24...

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We love to hear an echo, resounding and abounding, reverberating our words off walls and harbingers, replaying and soothsaying our views and opinions. We seek the places and spaces, and company within earshot of what we want to hear, filtered in subtle ways to sound like something new and fresh repeated over and over again, rejigged and re-rigged. 'Coo-ee', 'coo-ee' we cry! Is...

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I've traipsed down a cobble of your path. If you're ever lost, forgotten or misstep I'll surely spruce up a room for you. It'll be on the mundane -humble side but safe-warm and welcoming like in a child's sunlit dream. I can cloak the well-worn floor with a pattern of your choice. There'll be no rent (of judgement). Only a gray shoulder to...

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The corner video store With the neon lights, Was the place to be On Friday nights ... Only black VHS tapes In clear, plastic cases, Lined the 'HORROR' sections Of my favorite places From left to right ... Up and down the walls, There were bloody fangs ... And killer dolls Aliens and dinosaurs Monsters on the prowl, Giant sharks terrorize Wild, werewolves howl Next to white masked men Hungry...

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Live free or die so defiant your sentiment No rent-free for me, thanks You kvetch and cry... I'll buy ...

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the keys stick when I type, the ink smudges on cheap paper, there’s an old man in the corner laughing through his dentures at my words. he knows, I know— it’s all garbage, all of it. writing the same worn-out lines, spinning circles around rent checks that will barely clear. this morning, the phone rang, and I thought it was hope— turned out to be another rejection letter...

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Songs from a life, sounds like the blues, microwave fries, pot noodle, stews, dead on two legs, only half-nine, saying yes, to the overtime, this months rent and the kids' new shoes. Paying forward, paying your dues, when there isn't much left to lose, longing for friends, weekends and wine, songs from a life. Cut price make up covers the bruise, somewhere hard cash, won't...

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