Metaphor Greed Poems | Examples
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It's a fresh day
To play in a new way
To convey each light ray
More pray, no delay, fair pay
We stay where we lay
What can I say?
Stand up, quit your sit
Take a breath, rest a bit
Ensure you stay fit
Get ready for the hit
Grab your jumping kit
Fall not into pit
As he'd walk into your block
In seconds, he'll knock
This folk you name clock
Needing a talk but you lock
It'll mock you into shock
You can't stalk the stock
You can water the seed
And extract all the weed
Indeed growing at speed
But when you succeed
Never mislead this creed
We need to impede the greed
As it sheds its slough
My skin is no longer rough
No batter, nor pastry, just dough
So chewing ain't been tough
This stuff? Calling it enough
You laugh until you cough
Step clear in your gear
Hear this, oh my dear
Here the end is near
This day, this month, this year
Every tear will disappear
What do you fear?
Wealth, a siren's charm, alluring and bright
A pillow's softness, a thimble's gentle might
It provides for earthly needs, a feast to behold
Yet, in its depths, a darkness unfolds
Oh, wealth! Where is thy dominion?
Poverty's cold grasp awaits, a dismal throne
A worm on a hook, luring the unsuspecting prey
Into a realm of excess, where virtues fade away
With dastardly cunning, it deletes the lines
Of custom and tradition, leaving only decline
A game of chance, where flies buzz, sensing decay
A babe in arms, fed poison, as the future slips away
Oh, wealth! Where is thy wand?
Unfolding minds like Sodom's gates, ajar to sin
Multiplying desires, like an untamed, raging sea
Disorienting hearts, like shifting sands, lost and free
You deceived the prodigal son, with promises so grand
A mansion's luxury, a selfish, wandering hand
Despising family ties, and the love that once was true
A leader's arrogance, forsaking the greater good, anew
Demon comes with smiles
Very carefully veiled wiles
Prod another to take the fall
A Victim through it all
Demon guise as a mother
Looking for another to smother
A wife a husbands fall foretell
She will see everyone burn in hell
Demon deception of caring
All the while souls seering
Malicious word of mouth ensue
But the truth you will eschew
Demon conniving and stealing
Envy and greed guaranteeing
Long fingers to secretly grasp
Play innocent your mask
Demon dutchman kind
We know and see your mind
Common trash from the ash
For truth you are no match
You lead the park but scare no sheep,
An ewe went astray while you sleep,
Why weren't you on call round the clock?
To care for and protect the flock.
Your meow is just too soft a bleep,
No shepherd rules you could just keep.
How will you keep away the fox?
When your greed desires too the cocks.
The sadness you caused is too deep,
I will have to sell you off cheap.
You made my farm be on the rocks,
Sorrow is what you have in stocks.
You are proud to be a blacksheep,
Your joy is to see others weep.
At your foolishness, the dogs mock,
Who will wake me up from this shock?
The quotes say's kill them with kindness,
so you offer the most righteous kind of kindness you can,
And they take that kindness that you so carefully cultivated and nurtured,
And with gates wide open you allow them to freely pick from your kindness Orchard,
But through arrogance and greed they take advantage of this act of kindness,
Taking more and more until the Orchard is bare of ripeness and brightness
That kindness you gave has now become your weakest weakness,
A weakness they've taken full advantage of with such boldness,
And now they unleash an assault of venomous vileness,
Because you're consciously depriving them of a kindness,
That they once helped themselves too that they picked from mindlessly,
And now they act surprised to see,
That there's nothing left to pick from the Orchards kindest kindness tree,
They are left hungry craving the fondness of The Orchards kindness,
Which it gave so willingly so blindly so kindly, The kindness Orchard will one day Bloom again divinely,
But the gates will never again sit open idly,
They will only open to guests that are chosen much more wisely.
THE CHANGING WORLD
The age of chivalry and bravery has ended
That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended
Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended
They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended
Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited
The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated
For money, men unleash violence unabated
The rich and elite are highly ingratiated
The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated
Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted
Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted
True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented
But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited
As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted
Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented
There’s a storm and it is raging.
It crackles deadly light.
There’s a hurricane-a-waging
A war we can not fight
There’s a powerful wind-a-roaring
Gusting money as quick as can be
There’s wondrous drops-a-pouring
Tastes of power, sweet and beastly.
No soul escapes the gales–
Many victims wound up dead
Their cold blood freezes into hail
And give succor to its spread
Most knew the storm must stop
So they gathered on a shore
On the waves one stood atop
And the storm began its war
The Commander screamed ‘attack!’
And some fought, but still had lost
The storm let out a wild crack!
And there lied The Commander on the cross
They didn’t die in vain
As cloud poured of chloroform
The rest cried out in pain
“Shall we never halt the storm?”
Spit fire and spin honey,
the target-a wealthy man and his money.
She has no other talent that qualifies,
just the sum of what quantifies.
She's got cause and family ties,
under the guise of friendship and lies.
Depending on time to line her pockets,
she waits like a spider to sign the dockets.
The honey it dries,
the old man dies.
It evokes such pain and indifference,
targets of especial sentimental significance".
Life in my Land
Life in my land is not by right
With greed, we are wound around
Hardened ruiners ravaging all we have
Like raptor they kill, devour and fly
Cupidity, the spirit of avarice
Eating up the weak flesh and bones
The bones and marrow are gone
The butchers cry for them at least
But voracity, the soul of gluttony
Are stuck to, the looters of, them all
Frightful shudder
Quakes my land and its borders
The foetuses cry for fear of murder
They see no safety in their mother
Desperate ones are full of fright
In fluster, they make to swim out to land
Through the reddish stream for life
But sadly, their dual times are slaughtered
The parasites of our mother's head
Are not even bothered about our care
When the land is shedding tears
The swamp's trickles must be bloody red
Grievous time like this was never known
These are years of sorrow untold
And a season of terrible dash of hope
You don’t miss me
And me neither Missy
Life is full of shocks and surprises
To the foodies, everything is about business
These atypical days: power, money, jewelries
Fad, vanity, cars, valuables and properties.
Mwe, on the other hand, I am about
Love, respect, decency and a lot
Of interesting intangible stuff
You don’t think that ‘enough is enough’
Life is full of surprises and shocks
As the sea is, without a doubt, full of sharks.
Nothing under the sky is eternal
Everything under this huge tunnel
Will one day turns to fine dust
Nothing tangible is a dire must
For my ego. I care solely about humans
Knowledge, books, papers, pencils and pens.
Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Lust and Greed
After Lust watched her client leave her hotel room she picked up her communicator off of the dresser and called Greed her pimp who was also her husband.
"Hello Greed where are you?" asked Lust as she sat on the bed.
"I just arrived at the Blue Flame Hotel. I'll be at your room soon" answered Greed.
"Ok Greed I'll see you when you get here" said Lust.
Lust got dressed and waited on Greed. Within ten minutes there was a knock on Lust's hotel room door. Lust opened the door and let Greed in.
"Where's my money? asked Greed as soon as he entered the room.
"Greed you act like you don't trust me. I'm your wife and the who're who you pimp but we are still husband and wife. You promised to lay riches at my feet and put power in my hands. Remember that" said Lust.
"Trust you? I do but not a hundred percent" said Greed.
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
Being motivated by greed is like being addicted to opioids
greedy people are well aware their rapacious desire for wealth
or material possessions is ultimately destructive, yet they keep
wanting more, and more, and more, and more. Aggressively
coveting especially money and power; by whatever means
necessary. They're enslaved by it. They crave it so intensely
They're unable to go into remission. Anyone who believes that
"Greed is good" has drank The Gordon Gekko Kool-Aid. Its quite
The opposite; a slow-acting poison that tastes like honey
Don't be a Gekko
Greed, akin to addiction
It is bad, not good
Date written and posted: 04/26/2019
Monsters in your closet?
Maybe not but, they exist;
Though they don’t look like monsters;
They’re easily dismissed.
They hide in business offices
And in politics and they love,
Creating terror; oh they’re so sick.
Lies are their favorite hobby;
It’s how they always win but,
If you pay attention; you’ll see
They’re not so slick.
Hate and greed, it drives them;
No conscience has, these beasts;
Their life path number is a 1,
Don’t fall for their sick tricks.
Deception and Greed
the Pied Piper calls…
Rumpelstiltskin weaving straw,
promises of gold