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Short Broker Poems

Short Broker Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Broker by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Broker by length and keyword.

Premium Member washing dirty money--
broker, poker;
righty, tighty;
washer, dryer;
dirty, duty;
filthy, lecher


written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

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Categories: broker, addiction, analogy, conflict, money,
Form: Footle

Wall Street Stork Broker
               I came to this world as Flinthead and departed as Openbill

                                  I was a Wall Street Stork Broker...

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Categories: broker, death,
Form: Epitaph
Checked Out
There was a lady stock broker
who used clients' funds for poker.
One customer got wise
and to the lady's surprise.
Saw fit to up and croaker....

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Categories: broker, corruption, money,
Form: Limerick
The Mortgage
There once was a mortgage bank broker 

Who sold mortgages more than he oughta

Then one day he found

With the economy down

His own house appraised way under water 

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Categories: broker, humor,
Form: Limerick
The Spiritualist
There was a young spiritualist from Avoca,
     Who was in a casino playing poker,
             He saw in the light
      That his cards looked just right,
   But unfortunately he ended up broker....

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Categories: broker, humorous,
Form: Limerick

The Most Under-Paid Profession
They are more vital
Than a Wall Street stock-broker
And WAY under-paid...

But then (One would guess)
They would teach for wrong reasons
It's a true calling...
(For my dear and dedicated daughter...Lynette!)...

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Categories: broker, daughter, on work and working, work
Form: Senryu
Premium Member Mad at Madoff
Concrete walls, empty soul
Each day the past still calls
Another day kept inside
Things he did, they could not abide
Trails of bad, buckets of grief
Never a broker, more like a thief
Some lost their very last dime
All are glad he's doing time

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Categories: broker, judgement, prison,
Form: Rhyme
They fall over themselves
Rush to tap on the blessing
Urged on by the holy man

Wallets are turned out
Blessings are decreed
Souls upturned await

They study not the word
Preacher has a direct line
To the creator and maker

#Luis 2017

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Categories: broker, faith, religion, satire,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Tautogram Form Letter B
Babbling bantering behind bashful backs
Bolstering bizarre behavior between brawling brothers
Before bogus betrayals bragging both bravo 
Benevolent beguile beginning bequeath  
Borrowed broker buoyancy best brainchild
Beneath broken bureaucrats breach


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© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: broker, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A MAN MADE FOR US
Akin and alongside-
A man made for us.

Neighbourly and nigh-
A man made for us.

'Twixt and between-
A man made or us.

Advocate and honest broker
Intervening interceder-
A man made for us.


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Categories: broker, faith, life, people,
Form: Kyrielle
Premium Member The Window
   The Window...

looking out
looking in
a transparent orb
stilled in fragile strength---
looking in
looking out
a quite dormer
revealing and concealing;
a pawn broker
of secrets.
looking out
looking in
through myself....

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Categories: broker, allegory, analogy, imagery, nostalgia, self, word play,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Is Slow The Way To Go
Slow Rolling railcars are a better pick,
If high-speed travel makes you sick.

Slow On The Uptake is confusing,
Slow But Sure, safe but unamusing. 

Slow Markets make a stock broker mad,
Slow Release tablets - best to be had!

In the Slow Lane, you're just an onlooker.
Best “Slow” I know is in my Slow Cooker. 

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Categories: broker, food, fun, happiness, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member WHAT'S
Ginger winds; 
Mediocrity schemes; Nightmarish dreams; Facilitating memes; Where are the problem is; Spawn broker; Apple peels; What. Have you done And why are you doing this Tumultuous strife and grievances 'Sometimes makes me just wanna scream
4/18/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020...

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Categories: broker, allusion, analogy, angst, anxiety, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
-persona poem- husband to wife
well darlin', all i can say
is we're fallin' behind
far behind
bills are due
and we're broke
broker than broke
we're below broke
we're diggin' a hole
and a big hole
bigger than a grave
a grave more than 100 feet deep
ewe need a way out
a ladder or some steps
we need to save
our money, our bodies
and ourselves
before we collapse
so we can relax
and be at peace...

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Categories: broker, family, life, love,
Form: Free verse
I was locked in jail of world 
You become my spritual guider

I was unaware of worldly dealings 
You become my best broker

I got stuck in various situations 
You become my lawyer 

Growing at my age of distraction
You become my guru

At my every mistake 
You become my parent

My passion and talent were malnourished
You become my dietician

I was recognized as nayan
Because you become my sister(unnati)


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Categories: broker, care, cute love, deep, emotions, family, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Salmonella wanted 
   to broker a truce-   
   between life and death.
   We were very scared.
The questions were never answered.

   A fault on the earth’s face.
   Who will ask the-
   hangman ? The tree was
   standing without roots.
The questions were never answered.

   Who was the spider 
   and who was the fly ?  
   A rose was unfazed;
   it was a naked thorn.  
The questions were never answered.

Satish Verma    

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Categories: broker, art,
Form: ABC
Burnt Verse: The Fiction-Broker
While planning which sermons to miss the fiction-broker static lies atop a pine-strewn precipice, his peristalsis boiling skies. The tumult teething down beneath the fiction-broker's solvent sighs concerns the crumbled ashen wreath, whose burning so the priest denies. As lanterns light procession tips sadistic laughs combine with cries; the fiction-broker slurps his lips at thoughts of those he does despise.

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© Dan Keir  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: broker, allusion, character, death, environment, religion, society, violence,
Form: Verse
The curfew city rustles
People begin their hustles
Transport and markets bustle, noisily
The curfew has served its purpose,obviously

We get it more clearly now
From ourselves we knew not, to protect us, how
Enter the consummate politician
He protects business interests, not the Physician

He spews numbers daily bigger
Wields authority, we figure
Advises that we borrow heavily, to save us
We get broker, as we fall under the debt bus

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Categories: broker, 12th grade, africa, business, political,
Form: Rhyme
More Horrible Horn Poems
More Horrible Horn Poems

Why Would FBI Try

Several times I seem to have wondered why,
That with all of their effort anyone would try,
Act like a broker,
Who was mediocre;
Telling stories while they will lie to the FBI.

Jim Horn

Slavery Not Meant To Be

Between things some people were waivery;
But we never have ever believed in slavery,
And not any fun;
Should not be done;
God had told us that it wasn't meant to be 

Jim Horn


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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: broker, religion,
Form: I do not know?