"greedier" poems
As we climb great heights
we forget the grounds below.
Much like mountainclimbers,
people earning more money
than their friends tend to be
greedier, selfish, ignorant and egotistical.
CEOs, for example,
tend to forget those on foodstamps.
In fact, their salaries are 484 times that
of the average worker.
Helloooo 20 vacation homes!
Inequality is rising in this country
at an alarming rate.
The top 1% owns about 80%
of the wealth in our country.
What can I say?
Those few mountainclimbers
can't even look past their noses.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
It is not the world that is unfair,
but the people are.
The more power they gain,
the greedier they become.
Justice, seems to be just a word.
If only this life were a movie where the heroes would win and the villains would lose within 2 hours.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
I am greedy,
Greedier than greed,
Motive lies,
Behind each deed,
All I do,
That motivation,
Is to,
Receive,
One thing,
It's behind,
My being,
My smile,
My hello,
All my well wishes,
It's all that I know,
It's my worth,
To me,
It's first,
More than gold,
It cannot be,
Bought,
Stolen,
Or sold,
It is very rarely,
As it seems,
And when it's not,
It plagues me,
It's my own,
Heart disease,
I do not disagree,
I deserve this,
With all my greed.
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 6:36 PM UTC
your greedy hands are no greedier than mine,
as your fingers travel past my waistline,
thinking that i’m about to waste my time
on a man like you,
“too good to be true,”
kinda borrowed, about to be blue.
my greedy hands will clench,
as i lean closer on that bench,
ignoring your disgusting cigarette stench.
“i’ll break your ******* jawline
if your hands don’t leave my waistline,”
and you didn’t waste time
running away.
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
You're ******* on oysters
I guess I've been opening them for you for a long while now
But you're getting greedier and greedier
You're not waiting for my cold white hands
To crack open the oyster shells
So you leave me there
With aching and bleeding hands
And you crawl deeper and deeper into the ocean
Until you disappear from my eyes
And it's not you who's eating the oysters
It's the ocean that ferociously swallows you
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
My dear, it rained last night
And I remember
The alleviated rise into
Lush sobs and lavish emotions
The way your dilatation relieves
Every worry and anxiety
But sometimes when we speak
A violent lie radiates
And last night you were naught
But an alienated virile sot
A view unholy I omit
I remember the tin roses on the tiles
Devastated, shattered.
Sometimes you hum
Your hands delicately miming secret memos
And I can see it in your eyes
Irises shining like teal devils
And the music carries you
White with adrenaline, pupils likes violists
Headwaiters lie, strumming tin violins
Their alienated visions wilted with passion
I see the way she cleverly conceals
Lies as vows to you
A veil called "us" she puts on "me"
And I call for mutiny
But youth is vim, vim is now, and now is lies
Every hug from you is just a violet whim
In noisy rooms
My vision is misty
My aura dies little,
Oh if only you could realize your reign
You’re the master, the ringleader
But you’re lazy; you work without zeal, you’re idle and lazy
Eyes glazed, agile hands getting greedier
Have you ever seen
A dearer lion?
He roared, the lonesome rider
Alone, an alien.
Well sometimes you lie
And I dare to become
An oral denier
My radar detects one lie,
Then two...
You become red
Redder than a ****** lion's ear
Adieu, you say, with a gently undefined lilt
My tears speak more reality than your words
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
WELCOME
To planet earth;
Abode of the free willed
Of men whom **** land of the cursed.
GREETING'S
From planet technology;
Wherein mankind's forgotten themselves
They loveth ****** horror, dreary scene's, noone else.
BONJOUR
A message to anyone who seeith;
A concoction of disaster, nuclear bomb's;
Gang's, mob's, political master's.
CHAÍRETE
Cometh on in, greedy men
Get greedier;
Ninety-nine percent, just one left to plot and grin.
KUMUSTA
Don't forget to view ourn land;
Stolen, controlled, ruined, hellion in Armani suit's;
Turneth river's into poison, mountain's into sand.
HOLA
No need to rescue us
No time left, were doomed with demonic consent
This purgatory long ago, left God in the dust.
HELLO
Art thou ready for the end soon;
As angel's of wrath art to release the bowl's
Of prediction's long ago, oh head filled up to much? No room.
WELCOME TO PLANET EARTH
A PLACE OF SIN;
STITCHED IN AT BIRTH...........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Looking at my nation makes me wanna cry,
Whatever happened to so called freedom and independence you guys?
But citizens are getting greedier and demanding,
Expected to be handed money just cause of circumstances they can't control,
If I sat in my house all day,
Nothing would get done at all,
And just cause you don't have a job doesn't mean the government should reach into my pockets and
TAKE! TAKE! TAKE!
That isn't their job! But you expect it to be,
So you'll vote and vote and vote,
For Robin Hoods and supposed heroes that don't get much done,
But spend and spend and spend,
Because we all deserve equalness…
But don't you get it,
We are never equal,
God didn't make us equal and for life to be fair,
And no,
I didn't say a flaming big explosion created us all to evolve,
Please, lets stop that hopeless dream,
Like, I'm the minority for sure without a voice,
But back in 1958 it wouldn't have been my choice to remove my child from my womb,
Yet it's a sad, sad, sad world, getting worse every day,
I'm tired of not being heard my words and being called ignorant,
For I'm a well informed voter, shouting off some concerns of my own,
Don't I have the **** right as everyone else to be heard?
But there's no point if I'm not listened to, right?
If this type is never read,
Then my thoughts forever are dead,
Please don't take away my rights, to believe what I've always believed.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
I’m lying awake
In my thoughts contractions
You are the weapon
That will eventually slaughter me
Because you’re stronger than I
Yeah, you’re the only one
Who can nail me to my bed
Without using any nails
And even though I’m greedier than you
You’re still my Judas
When you whisper in my ear
Your yellow pupils radiating heat like the sun
Threatening to turn me into ashes before I die
My mother always said one could turn blind by staring into the sun
Is it the truth?
I defy her advice
For a moment the sun in your eyes belong with the ocean in mine
You gave me an answer to my question
So
Let me turn the water in your body into wine
I am thirsty
Let me enjoy one last supper
Surrounded by white sheets covering just as much as a loincloth would
Let me show you that Paradise is real
And take you there
Let me enjoy one last sin
Before I sacrifice myself on my oakwood bed
Your hands make me feel resurrected
Let me hope for salvation
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
It's a bit like slamming on the brakes when all you have is what life takes and the winding down begins.
These are the stakes and the fixed odds chance so you dance off down the road to dreams that fall at the final jump and you pump yourself back up and get back down to it.
Easier to slit your throat or cut your wrists than scroll down all the losers, winners that you missed, the list is long, your time is short, getting caught out, being bought and sold out to the highest bidder who only ever wants to get rid of and you who should have known the breakdown was on the way say nothing when you could have rattled off some encyclopaedia. Spilled the beans on social media but you were always greedier than Bunter and now the hunter is the hunted, slammed the brakes on, shunted from behind to find that life is and can be that unkind.
Its a never mind and I don't care, never wanted to be here and never ever there but it stares me in the face when I look at these things, place your bets and let's get real we've set the wheels in motion now they'll spin we'll win or lose and then somehow we'll come into our own, become the happiness in the happy home or slam the brakes on when this life's gone and that takes no time at all.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Secrets and lies, ruining our lives
Piercing the spirit like daggers and knives.
Secrecies applied, the darkness they hide
Mouthpiece the media
They’re getting greedier they’re getting greedier.
Feed them some fear, they’ll feel unsafe
Carefully planned leave nothing to waste.
The secret plan Of terroism is working.
They’re heavy, confused, their spirits are hurting.
A drop in their food, a drop in their drink.
Then put on the news, tell them what to think.
We’re reaching our goal controlling the blind.
Destroying their souls, controlling their mind
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
I wish I could behave more so as trees do;
or for that matter, as a tree does.
Be seen for my youth, before growing larger than life;
shading the proud while protecting the ones who cannot protect themselves from the elements.
See my leaves in all their beauty as they blow in the wind
See them change colors while everyone around admired their beauty
See them fall, and rejoice in how i remain without cover;
then when assumed dead, see them reborn again.
Repeating this process, I would, while remaining effortlessly still.
It would look as though I was doing nothing,
yet I would be providing everything.
Maybe I would bare fruit, or maybe I wouldn't.
To me it would never matter. Giving back would be enough.
And one day, when someone greedier than I
would take from me the things I love
they would count my rings and see the illustrious, long, life i had lived.
My remains would be turned into millions of sheets of paper,
and people would write beautiful poetry on me
expressing the inner workings of their souls.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
It’s not enough to make believe
And after all is really frustrating
Not feeling the way I do
But here we go:
I never felt no trace of pity when she died
No hate no nothing for this sad news from a stranger
All I remember is that I was unemployed
Not able to find a **** job for a long time
So she offered me a place to sleep
And the daily bred as a reward for my hand labor
Carried out all day long near his house
It was the kind of slavery of which
The most stupid animals can be horrified
But I did it
Yes sir
I did it out of pity for her solitude sickness and despair
After a while I even hated her hobby to collect nothing but things
This car this house this garden of paranoid miracles
All sold in loss after her burial to some gipsy lover
Who was actually greedier than she ever dreamed
I also remember she cursed me when I left her place
”You ******* she said
”You will never be able to find a home of your own”
”You may rot in hell working for strangers!”
”It’s ok” I said
”You never felt anything more delusional of me”
”But if strangers would feel that way” I said
”At least they will pay me big time for my trouble”
So I was far away in the land of Nowhere when she died
And I knew that for me she was gone long time before
When I didn’t felt no pity no hate no trace of any sadness
When I decided to leave the house of my sister
Which was not my home anymore
When I felt my real sister was gone far away
And anywhere else in the world
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
*well hello hello big man
you're looking quite suave i must say
your almost palpable gloss is off the fat of the land
i suppose you could say you're the leader of the band
but you choose not to; you're far too smart for obvious moves
understandably, it's been goodbye to all that stuff from years ago
they suffer densely and in perpetuity who wait for providence
is your guiding principle; so the quicker, the greedier, the better!*
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
The rich get greedier
The poor ones expire
No more hopeless romantic poets
To maketh a muse of his attire
For what's required?
To loose thy world
And gain thy truest love?
Thou must let go of pride
Be humbled
To mi amour mode!!!!!
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Through blurry tear-filled eyes
I watched hungry flames
devour your home
consuming what you once knew
growing larger and greedier with every gasping breath you took
I watched furious fumes fill the night sky
and angry black smoke pour out your now shattered windows
I watched red and blue lights surround the scene
hoses uncoiling
men in suits disappearing into the smoke
I watched in slow motion
as they carried your blackened body out
You remained limp and lifeless
under their desperate attempts to jumpstart your heart
Were you gone at that point?
Were you fighting inside?
I lost my breath watching them force air into your lungs
hoping maybe you’d take mine
hoping maybe you’d be fine
My hands shook, my heart raced
waiting for you to open your eyes
but they scurried you away to your last speedy ride
Standing in silence
listening to sirens fade away
I prayed to the Lord to keep you alive,
I prayed for your family, your friends, and your bride,
I prayed you’d find heaven
I prayed as I cried
knowing already that I’d watched you die
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
Keep sipping your ginger tea
Stare me down
From the soft blue cushion
On your corner of the bed
Feast
On my soft naked skin
With your eyes
That appear a little darker these days
A little hungrier
Greedier
Insatiable
Much like my thirst when I see you
With my back pressed into the cold brick wall
I speak softly
Telling you that I won't open
These parts for you anymore
Until my doors crack
Creek
Just slightly open
And you march in
Reach in
Deeper
Deeper
I dread your destructive ways
I crave them too
All while hoping
Maybe
When you're finished demolishing my walls
You'll build a little home
Just big enough
Sweet enough
For the 2 of us
So again
And again
I allow myself to crumble
At your boots.
But last night
I wasn't just unsteady
You took my whole foundation away
Ripped it
Straight from under my feet
Before walking out
While I still had no legs
And I lay a mess on the floor
But don't worry,
It's okay
They grew back
And I built another home
While I slept
And dreamt of you
Staying
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC