Money Writing Poems

Apples the fruit of life, use to grow all over the earth. 
Now they have been killed and replaced to make the earth a place...

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Between the time card and the grave,
We trade our days for dollars spent.
Each sunrise mortgaged, sunset saved,
For what we call accomplishment.

The hamster wheel spins endlessly,
As...

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Abecedarian types of friends
An acquaintance. Some one says "Hello" and nothing else to follow.

Best friend. Someone who brings out the best in you and always...

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In the glow of dreams where starlight drips,
I watch my daddy, with swagger and flips,
A legend he walks, in a world so wide,
With money in...

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They called me a coward, said my words would hide,
Too scared to face the storm, I’d run and confide.
My thoughts were shadows, secrets locked tight,
In...

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When I cry 

Once upon a time I was very upset why?
I was updating my change of challenges to my unit of family. But I...

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Writing joy, over the skies
in gentle glitter, starry stories
erasing the darkness, clearing the way
for the music of serenity, 
the blessings of His grace,
the secrets of...

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Mona Lisa


Love is black, so was she.
I have regrets at not asking, but it was never gonna be.
If we dared to love, we would have...

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hollow the words seem when said to a wall,
bounce back with fear and anger to keep,
papal silence for the thrall to burrow asleep,
worms of thoughts...

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A witty saying proves nothing,
Especially in a generation that 
Doesn’t tend to be so loving
To one another because of the 
Love of money.

So much pushing...

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"Where does the money come from,
Tell me, what is this gift for?
Father dies in the field,
That's when home blooms...?
Nothing comes up again today,
I can't hear...

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?? "Where does the money come from,
Tell me, what is this gift for?
Father dies in the field,
That's when home blooms...?
Nothing comes up again today,
I can't...

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I start drawing a swirl.
Than a scribble.
I can’t really control my poetry.
The way I can’t control how many people throw coins into a fountain.
Or what...

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Sorry, a rant on divorce … who knows …

I cannot lie…
I lived a life before lying for a living and I quit it on purpose.
It...

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As one gets older 
One often looks back
At all the things you did
In your life.

The good, the bad, and the ugly
And we all have those...

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