Short Even Money Poems

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Premium Member Greed

Greed Miracle Man 8/29/2024 Greed is an illness that even money won't cure. Though some think it helps.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Laughing At Fools

Arrogance,

laughing at
Ignorance,

Not funny.
 
Awareness

Can cure
Ignorance.

Arrogance 

Has no remedy 
Not even money!
Form: Verse

Befuddled

The park was pooled with puddles
From all the melting snow.
This weather, it befuddles,
Every day a different show.

Today is crisp but sunny,
Tomorrow cold and wet,
Yet I’ll take even money
That we’ll cope with what we get.

With all the current troubles,
Which we’ll muddle through together,
Let us step outside our bubbles
And complain about the weather!
Form: Rhyme

Just Friends

you're so cool
and so funny
I won't ask for more 
not even money

you make me feel great
you make me feel like someone
when you don't come to school
I feel unneeded and alone

you let me feel happy
and let me be myself
I can't believe it
you're like no one else

you're the reason my heart pounds 
and why the world spins 
but their is no us 
because we're just friends
© Raven Carr  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member To Summon the Muse

To this blank page I summon the Muse,
I’ll give you time if you give me fire;
Electrify my pen light that fuse;

Whisper in my ear let us conspire, 
where shall we venture to today? 
To say I don’t want you I’d be a liar;

Make my thoughts and words sway 
with playful phrases not heard before;
It’s even money no need for a parlay;

Heat lightning is impossible to ignore 
let’s capture the world and shake it’s core.


Rainbows and Roses

Sometimes a person supposes,
When asked to describe how things are,
That talking of rainbows and roses
Will hide what might startle or jar.

By painting a picture so sunny,
Believing you’ll fool those who asked,
What happens, I’d bet even money,
Is that some will know truth has been masked.

For lies rarely stay nicely hidden,
Since facts often end up revealed, 
Exposing the one who, unbidden,
Learns guile’s a bad weapon to wield.
Form: Rhyme

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