Cash Poems

Cash poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of cash poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on cash are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Rosanne

Rosanne long poem

All dressed up in black just like her daddy The man in black, she followed in his footsteps But became a legend in her own time, she Sings a lot of his songs but writes most of her Own, on

Poems containing references to : Cash

The Perfect Shoe

The Perfect Shoe short poem

I slip my feet into my brand new shoe Feel its ground, its wall, its roof I feel edges hurting me from one side I take it off and check my size The size seems perfect, but the fit seems

Tears For Her Boy

Tears For Her Boy short poem

A mother sits by a graveside, Tears rolling from her eyes She doesn’t know the reasons, The what fors or the whys. Men who wear their business suits, Who only care for oil and cash, Sent her son to faraway

The Wrong Vision

The Wrong Vision short poem

I remember watching tv as a boy, I wanted to be batman, when I got older I did not play with toys I wanted to be pacman, selling drugs seem the only way out, when you’re under the hills of the

Goodbye

Goodbye short poem

He had only one vision now, as he chained himself not to be set free. He was afraid of living. No, he did not want anything from world, or god. He was not him always. Somebody in him was watching.

Memento Mori

Memento Mori long poem

Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a

Unloved Leaflets

Unloved Leaflets short poem

There comes a time when my frustration scales On seeing the heap of trash that smoothly trail Along with me, in my about to explode handbag, So much unwanted stuff, no time to clean, compelled to drag. So I start

Forever And A Day

Forever And A Day short poem

I got a pen and a paper and am going to use it I know hip- hop and Afro and am going to fuse it I love music and poetry and am going to flux it Sometimes bad emotions ticking

Seeing Stars

Seeing Stars long poem

Thought I’d call you for a chat mum ‘Cos it was your birthday today Knew you’d been at it ‘cos… ‘Cos you weren’t sounding glum In fact you talked for an age Rambling on nonsensically And no, we weren’t on

The Unconquered

The Unconquered elegy

Shrinked and Unkindled my Mind’s eye cowered Until a Sudden spark got its flame uncovered A heart of love his most prized possession On a Hilltop shining,his unclaimed position world’s blacked out words bland out Hearts bled out Yet tears

Life An Adjustment

Life An Adjustment long poem

It’s an adjustment, everyone says, life is to adjust Without questioning, what this adjustment means to anyone. Keep silent, when the other-end goes on shouting and argue For or against, do agree, whatever the other end demands, Without asking why

A Day For A Lifetime

A Day For A Lifetime ballad

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled

Free Style Freedom Of Expression

Free Style Freedom Of Expression long poem

take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please as busy as a bee making sweet history there’s a battle for your mind I’m

Emotion Market

Emotion Market short poem

This market is full of gimmickries, They can attract you till you feel your heartbeats, You can splurge whole your heart out, Like cash, card, love, greed, Your sentiments too, In whatever shapes and forms, But, your hunger is never

Glassy-eyed Dreams

Glassy eyed Dreams ballad

I used to be a belligerent drunk I drank each day that I woke. I would spend all my cash on a five minute dash And a packet of Marlboro to smoke. My friends said I’d die alcoholic I laughed

An Eighteen Year Old Lad

An Eighteen Year Old Lad short poem

Here I am, an eighteen year old lad Born and brought up like a prince, by my mum and dad Never cried in pain, neither by lack of any leisure Taking birth in this heaven had always been a pleasure.

Reparations

Reparations elegy

my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up !

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up ! long poem

flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons long poem

Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod! To shoot or not to shoot – to

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis long poem

The children were purpled at a very quick glance you could kid yourself they’d gotten into grape juice taken the blueberries out of the freezer had a fight with makeup of some kind they were just dead each lying on

A Taste Of Greece

A Taste Of Greece prose poem

Skies of bright blue Seas of Emerald Green All the colours of the rainbow in between Blue and White upon their flag Bright purple flowers on sandstone coloured walls The sands are white and dark in places The fields are

Icarus Wings

Icarus Wings ballad

Well I made mistakes. I said some things. Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn’t drink. I didn’t think, is what you could have said or done. But instead you walk away, said “you can’t stay,” and now you’re gone. And

Whether Any Storm

Whether Any Storm short poem

Decorative floral arrangements along the sinking coasts Separative morales deranges my song and inkling notes Charrington’s coral courageous and strong linking two boats His passion lays in the rubble of ruin, up in smoke She’ll cash in roaring winds and

Cold Clap In The Dark

Cold Clap In The Dark long poem

skeletal bones in the hidden residue to escape with its fashionable decorum hidden inside there is a map a scroll to tell us where is the buried treasure turn right on interpass twelve quick left passed the brook under an

Shine On

Shine On long poem

I know it’s hard, I know it’s rough. To put the bottle down and say that’s enough.Just one more sip, it’s all I need. Feeling like shit, it’s hard to breathe. Violently shaking, I start feeling sick. Body silently aching.

Voting Card: The Card That Holds The Future

Waking up to the first of February, comes the golden key 2017, breeds the shinning key A key that holds the future key A future that unlocks the door to 2017 A future that lies in your voting card at

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Memories

Memories short poem

I loved the way you kissed me Remember, You were awake the whole night just to see me dream. I can still feel your tear on my lip; the one you wiped when you thought you would lose me You

The Love Of Mistaken Identities

The Love Of Mistaken Identities short poem

Destiny played its role By mingling the two divine souls. It was matter of chance When God took its stance. The two couldn’t do much Except being clutched. The commendable wavelength Added on to the unbeatable strength. Despite the social

The Last Page Of My Diary

The Last Page Of My Diary long poem

Scribbling down the essence of my heart, Writing down the unsaid words so easily, Hiding it with those blank pages, Which will be filled with the same sweet agony, How I know the pre-written destiny, And still giving my all

For The Moment

For The Moment prose poem

Tenuous and stretched are our links Precious, yet an incomplete jigsaw Making it arduous to reach a Safe heaven of human interface. It can whither like the autumn leaves Wearily sinking like the sun at dusk, As if there wouldn’t

Monsoon

Monsoon prose poem

When the head begin to reel under the burning sun When the tongue gets dried up in the scorching sun When the body spills sweat like floods due to heat of the Sun When the life become unbearable by the

Replenished

Replenished short poem

Despite the insistence of what is more than one day. Are life challenges worth. They will continue on. With all the twist and turns of your journey. It is the innate compass of guidance placed in all of us. Keep

Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird

Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird short poem

Twenty white pigeons, swallowing raw rice, half-staring at me? Twelve white-faced swans, basking in the sun, ignoring me? Eight white-haired owls eyeing me from tiny forested corners? Six whitish foxes and six brown-red squirrels quizzing me? Five pink-white beluga whales

The Corpse

The Corpse short poem

There lies the corpse and the game is over, who won and who lost doesn’t matter because scavengers are closing in and before they pounce on the dead, it has to be removed so that we can at least have

Serene Attire

Serene Attire prose poem

Moments comes along in our life to be whatever it is Common to all or individually wrapped as hers or his From solitude to calamity is a range we are often dealt Consuming all and often sticks in memory of

Posterity..

Posterity.. short poem

Search not for me in sepia tinted hues, Seek me not in memories when you have the blues. I was someone who dwelt in your domain And yet a soul uncaptured, free of rein. Remember me not in belongings I

A Seek

A Seek short poem

An imprisoned bird looks through the window, beauty of the stars in the dark sky. She dreams to fly with her wings wide, sensing the fresh air, rejoicing amidst her fellow birds. She dreams to be happy and free again,

The Evolving

The Evolving short poem

Having weaved the journey of life with my dreams I loitered all the way baffled and unsettled The depth of happiness and agony I could not measure Bearing with the sweetest and the bitterest outcomes With tears and smiles both

Connived

Connived short poem

Weaving fine fibres of unripe beliefs, from a fire base, a blue bird scrambles, shading the stone valley. There was no thrift for the cadavers. The burnt relics were eating away the greens of tearful eyes. Sun was slugging again.

Living On The Other Side Of The World

Living On The Other Side Of The World short poem

Have you met that little girl? That little girl who lives on the dark side of the world. That little girl who has not eaten for days. That little girl who doesn’t a have place to call home. I am