Tree of gold
If only I could hold
The leaves of plated gems
Dressed up with stems
The bark of silver
Sparkling like a River
The base of bronze
Shivering with cons
If only I could seize
The money that grows on trees
If only I could dream
Of what the world seems
Trees of gold
Grows like mold
Corrupting our minds
Memory hinds
Leaves of thorns
Gems are adorns
Piercing a soul
Bashing with coal
Barks never heal
Feelings in the seal
Chopping the base
All is replaced
If only I could leap
Darkness I could seep
If only I could breathe
The world’s wreath
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Author:
Fa1maN (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is based on a magnetic tree statue I have. The magnetic tree has a black base with gold glitter. The tree itself is silver with magnetic gold dollar signs you can attach on the tree. Obviously, this tree symbolizes the old saying “Money grows on trees.” Based on this magnetic tree I have in my room located on the top drawers of my dresser, I made this poem. The poem first talks about how money is beautiful. And that everyone just wants a piece of this growing wealth. But, the second half of this poem shows the uncovered disturbing truth of wealth. Corrupting our minds, memory hinds. It corrupts our minds, makes us forget the actual value of family and the world. Throughout history, there are many examples of wealth overtaking a person’s mind. ______________________________________________________
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