Short Sold Poems
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car shed
weathered and worn
thinks while empty
vulnerable, anxious awaits news
new truck?
Yard Sales are the
Macy’s of Saturday shopping,
On a budget that fits in my coin purse.
written for contest
07/27/2019
He sold his soul to the devil
Got fifty bucks and paid his bill
But alas in a hurry
He forgot the expiry
Of Satan's vow to seal the deal
A quick glance sideways
He shoplifts a little speck of gold
~ The weight of a man
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
He sold his ancestral plot
located in free Africa
years later relatives searched
failed to obtain a plot
in foreign land faraway
to bury his remains
An
airy successful glow is
always filled with
hay road springy
goof balls prior to
green gang-
resurgence to con-
trol pesty
in-crap greedheads.
Sold Silver Lining
Trump has even sold his silver lining,
And horrible moments that are defining;
Only learned one trick;
How to be a lunatic;
He bled us to death and must be resigning.
Jim Horn
Last year 17.6 million cars were sold world-wide
That's a record, blows my mind but we take it in stride
That doesn't include
Ones already in use
Makers are all giggling as to their mansions they ride
A spacious office was big and bold
Now it is an unused space, painted bold
There is a hut-like cubbyhole with mold
To get in there, your legs have to fold
The air is on high, so this space is cold
Hoarder-messy, it has never sold
They tell me the bruise is a blessing.
They bottle the dark and label it dawn.
Poison gets poured in crystal glasses,
and everyone clinks like it’s holy.
I stand there tasting the lie on my tongue,
wondering when we forgot what light feels like
Walking to the film in tandem,
sold it out for opening night.
Fanboys and girls define fandom
walking to the film in tandem.
That iconic phrase 'Rebel Scum'
meant to be under marquee light.
Walking to the film in tandem,
sold it out for opening night.
Limerick : Once a Salesgirl who sold silk stockings
Once a Salesgirl who sold silk stockings
Eyed a man who fingered the linings
Stockings stuck on her legs
Made-to-fit wooden dregs
Kept stockings but gave him legs on springs.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
They sold her house
And it wasn't announced
They moved her away
With nothing to say
Which made me mad and sad in every way
That use to be my home
Where I had grown
Someone new lives there now
Which still makes me feel down
As I drive by
I let out a sigh
As if in a way goodbye
Bid on My Love – Sold Out
My heart is now on a wanted poster
having escaped twisted passions toaster
Now, in reflection, I’m forced to confess
each moment together – painfully priceless.
12/8/2015
submitted to – Bid on My Love – Poetry contest
sponsor – Tammy Reams
Give me back my kidnapped youth,
distiller of the night
Return the sun from whence it’s gone,
expose this darkened fright
Give me back the future-past,
all memory on the run
Return those days once sold unborn
—to where my joy has gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)
The kiss of Judas..
Thirty nights of lust..
It starts in the heart..
And it won't be enough..
Deeper and deeper..
Evil thoughts entertain..
Selling your soul..
Till nothing remains..
Hell is your calling card..
Ransom comes due..
In exchange for the world..
Was it worth it to you?
Sat at home on the couch
Sit's a man cynical burnt out
Pondering this question?
Which do I have more chance of achieving?
Turning a life around all by myself
Or winning the lottery
With odd's of 14 million to 1
I stand a 50 / 50 chance
Because I know I can buy a ticket for the lottery
Where as my life has already been sold out
If I seem down
forgive me
frowns I carry around
live in me
you may say,
ya' see right through me
your words untrue,
renew me
the hurt I’ve learned
brews in me
if only you could
re-design me
take time rewind,
refine me
recreate the mold, without lies I’ve told;
give back the soul I sold.
®~JSLambert
Wicked Witches vicious Wishes
Worst of Curses Hexed
Paranormal Victim Witness
Poltergeist are Vexed
Rows of Sixes Superstitious
Sacred Scrolls and text
I see dishes fly malicious
And She is surely next.
Sold Her Soul and burnt the Bridges-
The Devils love Her Best!
*ABAB Witchcraft Contest Entry*
~JustThatArchaicPoet
Sold to be Soul
When I cry
I continue to try
Then I become tired
There is no help
In the time of toil
Of people that has soil
Darkness with a glitter of light
Glooming in the nearby sun
All alone in the upper walk
Nature takes toll
Upon everyone’s soul
Sold out to the oppressor
Suppress and depress
Press your way forward
Fran King
I’m a clever guy, all being told
Greying nicely, not growing old
Have a good heart, stone cold
Speak my own truth, little bold
Really bad attitude, I never fold
Worth my weight, in fools gold
Your credit card, I’ll always hold
What’s that I hear, a cent, Sold!
Paean on poets, for myself
Not for Margaritas contest
By
David Kavanagh
He was whimpering
Again and again
Repeatedly pleading for love
And it was me
Who was ruthlessly counting
Its price.
Kid was innocent
And knew nothing
That
He loved so much me
From the first day of his life
But
I invested in him
From the date of his birth .
( A true event that shocked me
When I saw a farmer sold the kid of a goat.)
Dear Seattle,
You've sold your balls to the devil.
Now your streets are overgrown
with poison pansies, weeds, and thorns.
At night there's rape-intimidation and extortion.
Just beyond their fragile little mind border.
A dollop of tear gas and a couple of weed whackers.
And they'll scurry back down their rabid holes.
Dear Seattle,
You've sold your balls to the devil.
Wayward, where have all the before;
Gone!
and how long shall we go on;
Accepting those that don't accept us;
And why must we continue to bear this cross;
be it loss;
We catch up;
Our powers gone;
We belong;
Before all the have and have not away we go;
Proofed and sought:
Freedoms never sold nor bought?
7/1/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Satan comes along one day.
Want some GOLD and much HAY.
Corruption grips the blood like lead.
More gold over bodies of the dead.
Lusts created by man's idle time.
Not knowing God, with many gins & limes.
Filling the heart with misery.
Soon your life is a bent over tree.
All the gold, filtered with crimes.
On, JUDGMENT DAY, away with the slime.
2007 from 8Hop.com
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