Estate

Poetry about giving

In the moments of struggle Greed is what we juggle Should we care about our self Hide from others attempting to be stealth Acting like we don’t see anyone else’s pain Draining our pockets, straining to stay sane. Refraining from trying to be vain While mainly, harsh feelings are gaining on our brain, like a […]

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Freckles

The dots on your skin begin to make me itch Looking at you more is how I get my fix. Addicts know the struggle I get when I’m away All I want to do is keep my glare on your array. I say I love you less than I really do I’ll say it until […]

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See the Light

It’s hard to understand The great one’s plan. Of why we are all here why it isn’t clear. Steer me in the right direction Give me the right connections. Reflect your love across my body Let it protrude from me like a pump-shotty. Naughty or nice, please do not judge us. I’m working on my […]

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Overdose

I saw money almost take my brothers life All out of options, he almost didn’t survive. I performed CPR for twelve minutes, in the middle of the night Hoping the oxygen in his brain would come back and fight. His face was blue and lips were pale He didn’t respond to my worrisome yell. Gasping […]

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Throwing Away Money

I choose which watch that I want to wear today While I sip my morning scotch, preparing for may Saying the April showers will bring may flowers Has no power of taking the sour taste from my mouth this hour. Louder and Louder I begin to think negative thoughts Sought out to spot the things […]

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Poetry about Greed

Let me start by saying, this is not my normal poetry related post. I love writing poems, but sometimes I have to vent about the meaning of my poetry. The reason I love to write, or type, is because it enables me to express my feelings, which can be shared and archived for the future. […]

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Lying

I’ll briefly describe the pain that I feel When I look inside my plentiful bank till I still face the struggle of giving If someone asks for money, I start fibbing Living as if my money hasn’t grown I’m lying, and it aches to the bone I’ve thrown it away with most of my play Hoping the […]

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