Short Estate Poems
Short Estate Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Estate by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Estate by length and keyword.
The Palestine mess can now stop
By copping a real estate swap
To keep Israel great
Carve a 51st state
In Texas should Jews their roots drop
Magnificent Margaret is our estate or
the Wicked Witch of the West is correct,
but others like me feel superlatives or deploratives do not splice.
Peace has a rebrand
a mogul makeover
on bloodstained sand
where the loyal line up
for the real estate god
to turn over profit
and a people into sod.
Now Israel’s a southern estate
Irate Texans squeal feeling hate
This deal in their rear
Is a long horn’s bum steer
But cash gift cards trump this debate
Items were brought from an estate
There was even a nice pair of skates
They were put on quick
She did a new trick
She was thrown through a very old gate
They say at the Bishop's estate
Was butter and bread on a plate
In the blink of an eye
It became apple pie
And that's how the Bishop gained weight . . . .
lifetime
a collection
memories, souvenirs
personal possessions become
items
coveted by bargain hunters
now fifty percent off
just fill the bag
clearance
An estate agent from the Forest of Dean
Was known to be terribly mean
His clothes they would reek
As he'd worn them all week
But he was doing his bit to be green
Earth's death seems to be in our stars
End comes from the greed planet's scars
But the rich have reach
And will visit the beach
Near estates they've purchased on Mars
There once was a ghost whom in life had smoked,
Four packs of cigarettes a day.
Fell asleep one night;
Awoke to a fright;
On fire was his entire estate!
No father has been seen since birth
The school near the estate didn't teach me a lesson
Relatives other than my mother have lived with me
How could I do anything except what mom did
Alexander the Great, Caesar and Napoleon too
Through military conquest empires grew
Pulitzer's Fourth Estate ruled the modern world
~ 'til Zuckerberg Facebook, then Meta unfurled
*Image of The Leaf is Falling Real Estate is Not by Shorewest Realtors.
captivating moments
free falling leaf
liberal spun air floats~~
grounded for life
2022 January 13
people move on
to the promised land
is only a real estate pitch
sometimes a fast ball
sometimes a slow pitch
a spit ball, a knuckle ball, a curve
sometimes they just roll it
between your legs
she wants to make herself heard
but the busy sun has walked his estate
tending to matters, some urgent, some free
a new dawn, she sings again to remind
this bird, her song is sung for all
fostering want
spreading greed
selling anything
to create a need...
real estate broking
computers and cars
prices rising high as the stars
and i thank mine since...
we've paid for what's of our home
Get off this estate,
What for?
Because it's mine!
Where did you get it?
From my father.
Where did he get it?
From his father.
And where did he get it?
He fought for it.
Well,I will fight you for it!
Robert Barnes, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine?
No, good sir, that I can’t,
Why ever not, fellow fine?
Primarily because I’m an estate agent called Mike
But mainly because that’s a push bike
Form:
“Truth
a distraction”
the media pouts
Constricting
those voices
trying to shout
Dumber
than dumb
brain dead by degree
Digging new graves
for the few
— still left free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
people move on
to the promised land
is only a real estate pitch
sometimes a fast ball
sometimes a slow pitch
a spit ball, a knuckle ball, a curve
sometimes they just roll it
between your legs
The term real estate
A false one, perhaps.
If so, why is his grave
Owned by the state?
Luckily, Heaven
If not Hell
Is the only ground
That truly belongs
To every soul and all
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Now a days nothing really excites me if I make a million dollars I'd be like this isn't really happening and buy a estate big enough for my whole entire family dreams fill my head like my little cousins do on candy
a roughened garden
devil's claw over blossom
stones like dominoes
estate sale today
fingering through memories
grief cold uncaring
sold to the future
children bouncing on the grass
laughter resurrected
In her estate in the hills lives prim Madame Chic
Who’s chauffeured way down into town every week
She tells the homeless to wash
Oh, you’ll never be posh!
You should bathe everyday like my poodle Monique!
5/9/23
The Wasteland
Through Gobi
I walked
Alone
Dislike
Smelly camels
A pilgrimage
God and I
In this dramatic
Vastness
Journey no
Wasted
Came out of this
Enormous
Real estate
Knew a lot
About sand
In shoes.