Short Billionaire Poems
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Unelected billionaire,
Puppeteering the POTUS...
Money-stringing corruption:
A democratic country,
Lunching its democracy:-
Who wants to be a MIllionaire ?
When you could be ?
A
Billionaire
And why stop there ?
When you could be ?
A
Trillionaire
Lady Grump Vs. The Chump
Clinton versus Trump
Political garbage dump
Miss man Lady Grump
Mister Billionaire Chump
Yes I'm stumped...
bmdavey@
02/26/16
Know how you think two of your friends will like each other?
If I had a dollar for every time I was wrong about this
I would be a billionaire
And I would not have to pay any taxes
A face lift here and a tummy tuck there
Pearly white implants and bionic gold hair
A nose job that rocks
Once a hound now a fox
Beauty skin deep just got you a billionaire
12/20/22
When one becomes a billionaire
There's only so much they can spend or share
With all the perks
The grim reaper lurks
So what's all the fuss, enjoy the scenery and fresh air
Is democracy sinking
into feral autocracy
The billionaire elites
with all the control
Politicians but puppets
where rich pull the strings
The rest of us lost
in deception and whim
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Humpty Trumpty sat on a WALL.
Humpty Trumpty had a great fall.
And all of his lawyers and billionaire friends
Couldn't put Trumpty together again!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
These pills I now take,
in my advanced age.
Are the Ills I've committed,
when I laughed at the game.
If I knew back then,
what i know today.
I would be a billionaire,
But it doesn't work that way.
H.Elless
Total Rogue.
Germaphobe Howard Hughes - reclusive billionaire -
made a plane of wood and loved to ride the air!
Bought his own hotel, just to hide himself from sight
and watched his own TV station’s movies late at night.
There was a man from Australia,
Who in life was an utter failure, So he married an Aust-rich,(Ostrich),
To get rid of his glitch,
Then he became a billionaire.
Ivan an industrious inventor was labelled imbecilic by some
They thought his ideas bizarre, strange, weird, crazy and dumb
Not one single original idea in any of their feathered heads
He became a billionaire when he invented his interactive dog beds.
If every black sheep of the family
Became a billionaire
Then maybe others of that family
Would want then more to share.
It is so then they’ll testify,
“By God, we have not been unfair!”
If so by God then answer please,
“What did it cost to care?”
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Limerick: Once a bold billionaire from Ma-Lays-She-Ah
Once a bold billionaire from Ma-Lays-She-Ah*
Bought up politicos to militia
They put his money to work
Called him a right proper jerk
Now he pulls rickshaws barefoot in absentia.
• Read also as: “Ma-Lays-He-Ah”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
TRUMPETER
Sandpaper comments,
Intolerant, indignant,
White House jihadist.
UN denier,
Mega-tweeter, Putin’s pal,
Friend of common man?
Hair like swan feathers,
Lips pursed in a brassy kiss,
No friend of Dizzy.
What Reveille wakes
Billionaire soldiers of change.
Your new president.
The very first rapper preceded
Ice-T by aeons and eons
Though his rap-a-tap-tap
never earned him lights in neon
Humbly plying his trade in forests far
from billionaire rapper stars
The woodpecker taps out his tune on trees
~ at times nearby, have a look-see
I put money in the stock market, knives were cut sharply
diapers remained unchanged and paper was stationery
toilet paper touched a new bottom, switches were off
feathers were down. the pigs are feeding at the trough
Maurice Yvonne
September 8 2014
Chastuska Me - Poetry Contest
Dr. Ram Mehta
Held together by hairspray and prayers.
Knowing the quiddity could not be changed.
Clothes could not zhuzh it nor putting on airs.
As long as the attitude remained deranged.
Attitudes make a person who they are.
Just a nip here and a tuck there
Life could have a different repertoire.
An awesome attitude equals a billionaire.
Xmess
(cross it
out of mind
later.....xmess
means.....otherwise
controlled.....chaos ordered
shopping seasons.....programmable
social statistic inherent in.....consumer cultures
bordered by arithmetical limits.....with respect changing times
affecting billionaire and trillionaire profits.....creating consumer xmess debt)
stan sand
I escaped her coil
Her incessant boil
Back into the soil
Stronger than ever like a pole
Buried like a piece of cole
Alone and blinded like a mole
Digging for gold with my nail(s)
From life’s endless anaconda toil
And into the world I can rule
One of seven billion soul(s)
With so many hands to catch me when I fall
So many ears to hear me when I call
So many eyes to help me see my goal
I can never fail
I couldn't help notice
Once you walk in a room
A confidence i feel
like a billionaire
I couldn't help notice
The way you smile
makes everything shine
You are an expert
Expert in making me drop
and fall many times in your love
I couldn't help notice
The many ways you inspire me
Is it your art
or your personality
that just makes me
Flipping me off my heals
I couldn't help notice
You re a unique !
Form:
I've been missing you for so long,
And since you left everything has been so wrong.
Sadness has been kept away by your love,
But now i had more then enough.
I want you back no matter what,
Even if that means living in a hut.
Your love is what had made me feel like a billionaire,
But now, even though I'm surrounded by money, i feel poorer then a hare.
I'd rather have you with me,
Then have money that can buy me the biggest sea.
am deep in despair
when we met a billionaire
less could really care
did see night and day
crimes spread out in an array
About sad things say
did see dust like suet
found remainders from a foot
none alive knew it
sad about their sake
as walls of building would shake
up pieces did break
through rubble will toil
weather was hot and would boil
to country are loyal
had been hot in school
we should jump in swimming pool
so we can be cool
The New York City skyline
Once had visitors impressed,
But now it makes New Yorkers
Feel disgusted and depressed.
For jutting out obnoxiously,
A giant matchstick looms;
It’s a residential building
Filled with billionaire-type rooms.
It is ugly, it is boring
And it’s thrust into our faces
While destroying what was once
The special skyline it replaces.
We all know that its existence,
Though disastrous indeed,
Has been brought about by what
The world gets by on – mostly greed!
If I had a dollar for every time
I've sinned I'd be a billionaire
if I had a dollar taken away by God because of those Sins
I'd be inparvised
So I went to the bank of Jesus
And withdrew some grace
Now I'm neither rich nor poor
I also got a loan for my new home in heaven
A home that'll be my mansion
Only credit I needed was repentance
So I got an eternal payments plan
Now I'm neither rich nor poor
I am just a sinner sanctified saved by grace
10/23/17
James Edward Lee Sr©2017