Poems about Poverty
#poverty
Poems about poverty, here you'll find poetry about poverty, debt and hardship. Poems about struggling to survive due to lack of money. Poems about personal hardship and poetry about inequality in society, and life in slums and ghettos.
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Messenger
The likes of no one draw near
Times of change, a growing fear
Upon the ocean my dreams all died
Ever since the full moon rises the tide
Watching the world precisely through my lens
Famine & Poverty will never end
Times of change, a growing fear
Upon the ocean my dreams all died
Ever since the full moon rises the tide
Watching the world precisely through my lens
Famine & Poverty will never end
#LifeStruggles
#pollution
#water
#rhyming
#poverty
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Scrambling on the ground
I’m scrambling on the ground
Tryna find a pound
Can’t afford my rent
The systems fucking bent
I can’t afford food
I’ve lost a fucking screw
Life feels so depraved
My reactions been delayed
I don’t want your sympathy
I wanna keep my dignity
Just help a geezer out
And stop with all your clout
I want us to be free
Abolish the depravity
That grips the whole world
It’s a story still untold
You don’t think of us paupers
You rape our sons and daughters
You slaughter us
You...
Tryna find a pound
Can’t afford my rent
The systems fucking bent
I can’t afford food
I’ve lost a fucking screw
Life feels so depraved
My reactions been delayed
I don’t want your sympathy
I wanna keep my dignity
Just help a geezer out
And stop with all your clout
I want us to be free
Abolish the depravity
That grips the whole world
It’s a story still untold
You don’t think of us paupers
You rape our sons and daughters
You slaughter us
You...
#anger
#corruption
#politics
#greed
#poverty
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It’s not where you’re from, it’s where you’re at
We drive through flats
that are more grime
than home
it’s where we’re at—
at the supermarket
where yellow stickers
dishonour good food
in a way it doesn’t deserve.
There were two food banks
on the way
but it’s exactly
where we’re at
filling a trolley to a tenth
of its capacity until
a stomach reminds
a human how little
the body needs
to survive
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I struck gold today.
...
that are more grime
than home
it’s where we’re at—
at the supermarket
where yellow stickers
dishonour good food
in a way it doesn’t deserve.
There were two food banks
on the way
but it’s exactly
where we’re at
filling a trolley to a tenth
of its capacity until
a stomach reminds
a human how little
the body needs
to survive
.
.
.
I struck gold today.
...
#FreeVerse
#Britain
#poverty
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Neoliberalism killed my dog
Neoliberalism killed my dog
He ate my bag
Then shat out a frog
Neoliberalism broke my toaster
It burnt my jam
Then flew on a rollercoaster…
To far away lands
Where capitalism dies
Bankers burn alive
Oh how the petit bourgeois cries
Cries for lost days
When wealth was the craze
We all lived like shit
And ran around the maze
The maze of oppression
Free market obsession
Economic depression
A time of human regression
The rich can burn in hell
They can scream
They can...
He ate my bag
Then shat out a frog
Neoliberalism broke my toaster
It burnt my jam
Then flew on a rollercoaster…
To far away lands
Where capitalism dies
Bankers burn alive
Oh how the petit bourgeois cries
Cries for lost days
When wealth was the craze
We all lived like shit
And ran around the maze
The maze of oppression
Free market obsession
Economic depression
A time of human regression
The rich can burn in hell
They can scream
They can...
#corruption
#politics
#greed
#inequality
#poverty
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every common man
a sonnet
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for...
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for...
#kindness
#oppression
#homelessness
#inequality
#poverty
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dad no. 1
my dad's hands were calloused
from working dawn 'til dusk
fixing old cars
building a blue collar college trust
empty pockets
dreams on hold
wallet full of dust
silver's worth less than gold
and both
are worth more than rust
from working dawn 'til dusk
fixing old cars
building a blue collar college trust
empty pockets
dreams on hold
wallet full of dust
silver's worth less than gold
and both
are worth more than rust
#father
#family
#poverty
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No Hope
look at the hobo
he looks like me
can he dwell in shadows
if I was me, I'd flee
never once have I thought
seeing me would upset
water is thicker then my blood
self-doubt and regret
prison in this box of artificial delight
can you feel what I can't feel
fake smiles and fake looks
someone reach out for me heal
he looks like me
can he dwell in shadows
if I was me, I'd flee
never once have I thought
seeing me would upset
water is thicker then my blood
self-doubt and regret
prison in this box of artificial delight
can you feel what I can't feel
fake smiles and fake looks
someone reach out for me heal
#rhyming
#homelessness
#SelfReflection #poverty
#SelfReflection #poverty
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You Must Fight To Live
#drugs
#rhyming
#homelessness
#addiction
#poverty
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Non Servium Consciously Objectors
Draft
Really?
Why don't you go and fuck yourself
Or better yet
How's about YOU on the front line
Lead by example
If you think for one second
That these corrupt
Kiddy fucking psychopaths
Give even the slightest care about dēmokratia
Freedoms equality diversity et al
Well the moons made of cheese
communism has a 100% success rate
Not even a drop of blood shed
Really?
Why don't you go and fuck yourself
Or better yet
How's about YOU on the front line
Lead by example
If you think for one second
That these corrupt
Kiddy fucking psychopaths
Give even the slightest care about dēmokratia
Freedoms equality diversity et al
Well the moons made of cheese
communism has a 100% success rate
Not even a drop of blood shed
#oppression
#war
#PopCulture #poverty
#PopCulture #poverty
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My Glorious Neighborhood
Did I ever tell you I live in a town called Cesspool?
This place is located anywhere from sea to contaminated sea
Other towns you may have seen or heard
Sump, Filth, Hellhole, and Scum will make you want to flee.
Scoundrel's, vermin and miscreants creep in
Pestilence is on the rise
Industry & agriculture has seized operations
Staggering numbers of crime, drugs & suicide.
Job opportunities lost
Gentrification isn't the solution
Dead end jobs with no future
Children dying because of pollution.
We need to...
This place is located anywhere from sea to contaminated sea
Other towns you may have seen or heard
Sump, Filth, Hellhole, and Scum will make you want to flee.
Scoundrel's, vermin and miscreants creep in
Pestilence is on the rise
Industry & agriculture has seized operations
Staggering numbers of crime, drugs & suicide.
Job opportunities lost
Gentrification isn't the solution
Dead end jobs with no future
Children dying because of pollution.
We need to...
#corruption
#oppression
#motivational
#pollution
#poverty
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Angry heart and Soul Afire
Engulfed by life's fiery core,
My heart rages, a furious bull's roar.
My soul fumes with ire,
At the world's sordid mire.
War, hunger, disdain persist,
A plight that won't desist.
The shadow of sadness looms,
Ignorance deepens the gloom.
The morbidity of existence,
Cloaked in a guise of pretense.
My heart rages, a furious bull's roar.
My soul fumes with ire,
At the world's sordid mire.
War, hunger, disdain persist,
A plight that won't desist.
The shadow of sadness looms,
Ignorance deepens the gloom.
The morbidity of existence,
Cloaked in a guise of pretense.
#sadness
#anger
#war
#poverty
#deception
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Wolf
I ask for food from anyone
that passes by me
at the door of any
fast food restaurant
any beans pasta place
come undone
I ask you to feed me
feed me with that
that you cannot eat
because too little or poisonous
I don't know... like salads
watercress lemon soap
how would I feed myself to a wolf
wolf that feeds the pack
wolf that goes hungry
of the pack
just a wolf
a wolf
nestled on the far side of the moon
in a howl that amplifies
the shine of the stars!
that passes by me
at the door of any
fast food restaurant
any beans pasta place
come undone
I ask you to feed me
feed me with that
that you cannot eat
because too little or poisonous
I don't know... like salads
watercress lemon soap
how would I feed myself to a wolf
wolf that feeds the pack
wolf that goes hungry
of the pack
just a wolf
a wolf
nestled on the far side of the moon
in a howl that amplifies
the shine of the stars!
#spiritual
#mirror
#food
#minimalist
#poverty
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