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Poems about dollars (31 Poems)
Night Funeral In Harlem (Langston Hughes Poem)
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay-- His insurance ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
America (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
Walking Because They Do (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In groups large, small, to share a few hours, a few dollars to walk, as they must, for food, for ...
Walking Because They Do (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gather, in groups large and small, to share a few hours, a few dollars to walk, as they must, ...
Stained Glass Dollars (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Branches of silver dollars disks of glass, a cup of gold the bouquet on the altar shimmering this morning the ...
Dollars in the Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Head turned down to the sand sunburn to be, on the back of my neck looking for the little treasures ...
The Pumpkin is Calling (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The coachman's at the door Checking his watch He knows the score, The sequence, the deadline Down the road Heeding ...
At Cheyenne (Eugene Field Poem)
Young Lochinvar came in from the West, With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; The width of ...
The Star-Splitter (Robert Frost Poem)
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
A Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Christmas Trees (Robert Frost Poem)
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
Bad Day At The Beauty Salon (Maggie Estep Poem)
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Because ’twas Riches I could own, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Because 'twas Riches I could own, Myself had earned it -- Me, I knew the Dollars by their names -- ...
It feels a shame to be Alive (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It feels a shame to be Alive -- When Men so brave -- are dead -- One envies the Distinguished ...
The beans were exciting (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
Something to shout about (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
The impact of a dollar upon the heart (Stephen Crane Poem)
The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white ...
Would You Believe It? (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
One year ago I wished that I A banker great might be With a hundred million dollars And financial majesty; ...
A Study In Feeling (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
Alabama Song (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Show me the way to the next whisky bar Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why Show me the ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Songs For A Colored Singer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Be Angry At San Pedro (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I say to my woman, "Jeffers was a great poet. think of a title like Be Angry At The Sun. ...