Short Recession Poems
Short Recession Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Recession by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Recession by length and keyword.
This recession was a great idea
I've quit going to the pizzeria
I just don't eat anymore
Cause I am simply too poor
I can't even afford diarrhea
We need to make a confession;
We used a little discretion.
It seems Webster’s thought wise
The edits we supplied.
Good news! We’re not in recession.
DERIVATIVES TRADING
I bet
you sweat
BANKER'S PROMISSORY
NOTE
my gosh
what tosh
FINANCIAL TIMES
loan freeze
cash please
REPOSSESSED
no bread
in shed
Who said that money doesn't grow on trees
You can't pick it anytime that you please
But throughout this recession
My dog's in depression
For to a circus I'm selling his fleas
If a nickel's worth a quarter and a quarter a fourth of a buck I have a dollar do I have any luck, did I mention man made recession~
10/17/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
There was a craze not long ago
A kind of country pursuit
A sport known as cow tipping
Perpetrated by callow youth
Now due to the recession
There is a new craze to report
A rural epidemic, fly tipping
It’s popular but not much of a sport
Form:
On this day we stand united
full of hope and glee
its not a cry for mercy we seek
its freedom we need.
Our land is lost
as the recession proceeds
can anyone help and let our country breathe.
How long are we going to suffer
while our country bleeds.
Subliminal recession in a valid medium taunts your apathetic presence. Sin the
alleviate disparity, cos a destined validity, tangent universal. Overtaken by infinity,
hovering unscathed of the insidious through a self deity. Collapsing perception
rushing through these opaque peripheries.
The kettle is bubbling,
Youths are whistling,
Police on the run.
Nation angry,
Children hungry,
Bellies empty.
Riots rising,
Mothers bawling,
Cities burning.
Communication breaking,
Recession increasing,
Unemployment growing.
Politicians assembling,
Britain crumbling,
People worrying,
Population dividing.
A personality,
Ends in fatality,
Witness a city alive,
Pastry smells fill the air,
Architecture you stare,
Business, people make it thrive,
Each city has its feel,
Recession ends the steel,
Can it possibly revive?
Written by Lee Ramage
September 30, 2011
For Dr. Ram Mehta’s contest
Balassi Stanza
won 6th Place
(((o)))
Gootle suffers depression
It is due to recession
His bank fails between red and yellow
Under orange impression
)))o(((
Form:
When glaciers recede
Why don't 'they' call it a recession?
When California's wildfires rage
Don't 'they' blame arson's aggression?
And if pithy's from pith
Then prithee, what's prith?
Prithee please, answer these questions!
February 06, 2019
Entry in "Pithy Pants 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
George Bush caused this recession and we're all suffering because of this.
This recession will continue if we put John McCain in office.
I'm going to vote for Obama because he cares about the poor.
If he wins, there won't be a recession anymore.
Obama is so popular that he always draws a crowd.
If you vote for Obama, he will make you proud.
Form:
R--Resigned or laid-off from work?
E--Every wish and prayer dedicated to job search;
C--Chopping unnecessary expenses,
S--Saving money for priotized spending__
S--Surviving the financial meltdown,
I--It was not easy to find money or food!
O--Our year of recession kept us busy with simple home jobs,
N--Necessary carefree routines.
chipepo lwele
"The majority of my
friends are dead,"
she said
while retracing the steps
of her life
No need to return
to the Heights'
depression~ recession
~regression
New faces in
old places with last
names that ring a bell
facial features similar
but can't really tell.
"I ain't left a damn thing
in the Heights, except
memories. . . that live
longer than friends."
Words, crashing drum beat of life
millions upon millions flow
no recession nor ebb
Tapping, insistent dissolving
hiss and hum without end
from child, grown, and old
now, silence around the bed
Prelude oh prelude sinking
silent, waiting, listening
There are children outside
cymbals crashing,
But here, no song no farewell
but a beat still, slowly
Slowly, gone
Form:
Though it is very hard to survive ,
You can still surmount this tough situation,
Being a single parent is not easy,
And losing ones job due to recession
Is adding salt to an earthworm ,
But be strong and look up the sky,
For help comes when you least expect ,
Sun rises and the flower blossoms ,
Cloud cries and the fries dance for the coming rain .
7-23-2018
I am your nurse
I like Southpark
I am a closet Southpark liker
I like a $400 bank overdraft protection
especially during this recession that does not exist
I wonder if can live without tangerines and chapstick
I like Vets
I like to hear what they say
I am comforted by the comfort I give
I am tender, business like, funny, professional, apologetic
I am lucky to be a nurse
Keep running up those Credit Card Bill's
For Cheap Thrill's
Accumulating Interest
Until your Closet is Full
Of Discarded Clutter
You can hopefully Sell 1 late night on E-Bay
To the Countless Masses
Out there phishing just like you
For Space Fillers
To place on Mantle Pieces
Where Photographs used to Play
Before the Recession Funk had time to Set
I look around and I see there is no more religion. Only thing people worship anymore is money and addiction way to forget! A way to escape all their troubles! Only to have their problems double! Wash it away with whiskey and beer. Drown it in a bucket full of our brothers and sister’s tears. Snort up all your hopes or take another toke. To forget that in this society we are now all broke!
I was listening to the news the other day regarding the economy and job loss that has
been happening in North America and for some inexplicable reason the picture that Raul
posted for his contest popped into my mind. So, here is my entry for Raul Moreno’s Solace in
Nature Contest.
Recession rainbow
Human foibles forgotten
Nothing else exists.
Yellow is a color of illumination
combine oranges and reds and
and there's the creation of a breathe
taking sunset...
Yellow kindles the pathwayfor the
despondent,the broken hearted,and
the blue..
Yellow is the color of consolation
without any communication
Yellow produces postive energy
A life of recession back from depression
Welcoming the possibility of hope
The color yellow....
The Constitution's etched in blood
Of Patriots who have died
Our country has survived the flood
Of the tyrannical tide
From civil war to depression
To the moon's lunar landing
From 911 through recession
Our Democracy's still standing
Proudly by the dawn's early light
Has the mighty Eagle flown
Through diligence we've earned the right
To this land we call our own
What is psychosis but a sinkhole
Where the self loses its parts and whole
Tied to a big rock called depression
Every attempt for leverage is doomed to recession
Psychosis is a double bevel knife
That joyfully tortures a person's life
Every fragment is a derelict
feeling guilty like a convict waiting for his verdict
Rising becomes as reality, an illusion
There is no hope for resolution
So many sad faces
To many broken hearts
All these familiar faces
Without any facial expressions
They anguish and depression
Has me asking questions
Is money and greed
Mankind greatest obsession
Aggression and oppression
Is giving a bad impression
All these parliament sessions and still no confession
In reading and hearing about these conversations
All I can say, we are heading into great recession.