Poems About Poverty Seeking Friendly Advice
#poverty
Poems about poverty seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 9:04pm
5th Nov 2024 9:04pm
I hear you
I hear you girl
I am your fall from the fifth floor
There is nothing to wait me on the ground
Because I do not wear a golden bracelet
On my forearm
I remember how we chuckled as children
On the terrace of our house
With nothing to separate us
I have only two questions in my head
Who invented the golden bracelet?
Why did you go that far?
I am your fall from the fifth floor
There is nothing to wait me on the ground
Because I do not wear a golden bracelet
On my forearm
I remember how we chuckled as children
On the terrace of our house
With nothing to separate us
I have only two questions in my head
Who invented the golden bracelet?
Why did you go that far?
#poverty
35 reads
2 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 12:54pm
1st Oct 2024 12:54pm
Elitist
Fixed with obedience
To feed is to bleed
in the folds of the paper
Are the words of their creed
The greed of the elitist
the needs of the frail
Beneath all of our bridges
is just salt in a pail
they’ll dredge you of honour
They’ll mar you of shine
They’ll keep you compliant
As they feather the line
When you lose all that matters
When you’re nipped of your vow
When you’re stripped of your patience
And you’re gripped in the now
The rule of the system
Overarching and grey
The grit of the...
To feed is to bleed
in the folds of the paper
Are the words of their creed
The greed of the elitist
the needs of the frail
Beneath all of our bridges
is just salt in a pail
they’ll dredge you of honour
They’ll mar you of shine
They’ll keep you compliant
As they feather the line
When you lose all that matters
When you’re nipped of your vow
When you’re stripped of your patience
And you’re gripped in the now
The rule of the system
Overarching and grey
The grit of the...
#corruption
#dark
#greed #poverty
#greed #poverty
121 reads
6 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
30th Jul 2024 6:24pm
30th Jul 2024 6:24pm
The Madman Show: Freeing Underpaid Workers
The guy with a white sheet over his entire body roams the streets. He's a ghost to this world with no way to identify himself.
Today, he looks to the one supermarket that is notorious for not paying its workers enough.
"Hmm," he says aloud. To himself, he thinks about what he can do to wreck havoc upon America on this bright, sunny day.
*cue for a magical block appearing and him hitting it, raking all the money in from the supermarket that is all over the world*
Invitations to his party are sent to all these poor workers. And they come...
Today, he looks to the one supermarket that is notorious for not paying its workers enough.
"Hmm," he says aloud. To himself, he thinks about what he can do to wreck havoc upon America on this bright, sunny day.
*cue for a magical block appearing and him hitting it, raking all the money in from the supermarket that is all over the world*
Invitations to his party are sent to all these poor workers. And they come...
#poverty
61 reads
1 Comment
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
25th May 2024 11:45pm
25th May 2024 11:45pm
Poor
When you are poor you do not shine
You stink like a corpse
And the kids do not want to hang out with you.
They avoid you like black cats.
You stink like a corpse
And the kids do not want to hang out with you.
They avoid you like black cats.
#poverty
125 reads
7 Comments
PleasingDragon
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 9:22am
31st Dec 2023 9:22am
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
168 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
6th Nov 2023 4:38pm
6th Nov 2023 4:38pm
A Multitude Of Curses
In the last few years
Of withering tears
We experienced Brexit
And the fragmentation, that came with it
Then the Pandemic, full forsworn
As we all became forcibly withdrawn
Then the war in the Ukraine
With the fear of nuclear intervention again
And the obvious worries, and realistic fears
As the worst of climate change nears
Along with the subsequent massive price rises
That has left black holes, and unwanted surprises
In now empty purses
And a multitude of curses
by Jemia
Of withering tears
We experienced Brexit
And the fragmentation, that came with it
Then the Pandemic, full forsworn
As we all became forcibly withdrawn
Then the war in the Ukraine
With the fear of nuclear intervention again
And the obvious worries, and realistic fears
As the worst of climate change nears
Along with the subsequent massive price rises
That has left black holes, and unwanted surprises
In now empty purses
And a multitude of curses
by Jemia
#war
#pollution
#LifeChangingMoment
#poverty
#pandemic
89 reads
0 Comments
JaisaOak
Jaisa
Jaisa
Poem Published
25th Jul 2023 9:22am
25th Jul 2023 9:22am
Blackpool Town
When I look around, what do I see,
A town of depression and poverty.
Who would have thought the sunny seaside town,
Is hell for the locals they call Sandgrown.
With packed beaches and a heaving sea front,
The burger van lady who greets with a grunt.
The sun is shining, holiday makers galore,
Check out the back streets, they’ll make your eyes sore.
I remember the days when I grew up,
Down the road from Blackpool Football Club.
There’d be hooligans and fights at the end of our street,
And even the drunks pissed up in a heap. ...
A town of depression and poverty.
Who would have thought the sunny seaside town,
Is hell for the locals they call Sandgrown.
With packed beaches and a heaving sea front,
The burger van lady who greets with a grunt.
The sun is shining, holiday makers galore,
Check out the back streets, they’ll make your eyes sore.
I remember the days when I grew up,
Down the road from Blackpool Football Club.
There’d be hooligans and fights at the end of our street,
And even the drunks pissed up in a heap. ...
#beach
#alcohol
#poverty
219 reads
1 Comment
GraveRaven
Poem Published
8th Jul 2023 9:55am
8th Jul 2023 9:55am
Homeless on the streets
In the depths of a concrete jungle, where dreams are undone,
Where shadows dance with broken souls, beneath a cold, stark sun,
There lies a world forgotten, where strength and hope collide,
A realm of darkness and despair, where life's harsh truths reside.
Today, I wandered down those streets, where desperation thrives,
To feel the pulse of life's raw truth, where no one really thrives,
I pondered on the homeless souls, their existence cast aside,
The struggles they face daily, as the world turns a blind eye.
For what is life without a roof,...
Where shadows dance with broken souls, beneath a cold, stark sun,
There lies a world forgotten, where strength and hope collide,
A realm of darkness and despair, where life's harsh truths reside.
Today, I wandered down those streets, where desperation thrives,
To feel the pulse of life's raw truth, where no one really thrives,
I pondered on the homeless souls, their existence cast aside,
The struggles they face daily, as the world turns a blind eye.
For what is life without a roof,...
#sadness
#homelessness
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#poverty
415 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 10:54pm
26th Mar 2023 10:54pm
Daughters of the Dusty Avenues
Daughters of the Dusty Avenues
An emaciated woman in a Mexican daze
Carries a baby in arms still strong
Enough to love this child she bears
Wife’s bodhisattva halo embraces the nativity
of a Mesoamerican Madonna holding her baby
in a circle of love.
Beatified in luminescence
Ascetic body lost to hunger
Golden daughter of creation whose son shines
Like the gold-leafed pages
In her book of divine love
His nursery rhyme eyes
Are a shanty-town of tears
My...
An emaciated woman in a Mexican daze
Carries a baby in arms still strong
Enough to love this child she bears
Wife’s bodhisattva halo embraces the nativity
of a Mesoamerican Madonna holding her baby
in a circle of love.
Beatified in luminescence
Ascetic body lost to hunger
Golden daughter of creation whose son shines
Like the gold-leafed pages
In her book of divine love
His nursery rhyme eyes
Are a shanty-town of tears
My...
#love
#mother
#motherhood
#spiritual
#poverty
166 reads
6 Comments
Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 4:08am
1st Mar 2023 4:08am
Sick of Living
Everything keeps piling up
I wonder when it will collapse
Will these clouds ever clear up?
or will it all come crashing down?
We can't keep on living like this
Do you feel betrayed?
I'm so sick of living like this
I am ashamed
(chorus 1)
I need some relief sometimes
I need some guidance in my life
If we're strong enough to try
Maybe we will not be denied
We can't keep on living like this
Do you feel the same?
I'm so sick of living like this
I am inane
(chorus 2)
...
I wonder when it will collapse
Will these clouds ever clear up?
or will it all come crashing down?
We can't keep on living like this
Do you feel betrayed?
I'm so sick of living like this
I am ashamed
(chorus 1)
I need some relief sometimes
I need some guidance in my life
If we're strong enough to try
Maybe we will not be denied
We can't keep on living like this
Do you feel the same?
I'm so sick of living like this
I am inane
(chorus 2)
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#despair
#poverty
249 reads
0 Comments
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
10th Dec 2022 6:07pm
10th Dec 2022 6:07pm
Signs
Is this my life?
Walking the halls a ghost
Walking the streets a phantom in the crowd
The ground beneath my tattered boots
The ache in my bones travels to my heart
Just as the sun rises, I am the moon
The happiness of others is reflected off of me
Just as the wind blows, I am the piece of trash that drifts down the street
You wouldn't pick me up, for fear of dirtying your hands
Each time you are full, I am empty
When you are nothing, everything's true beauty shines through
I see the stars, and am thankful I...
Walking the halls a ghost
Walking the streets a phantom in the crowd
The ground beneath my tattered boots
The ache in my bones travels to my heart
Just as the sun rises, I am the moon
The happiness of others is reflected off of me
Just as the wind blows, I am the piece of trash that drifts down the street
You wouldn't pick me up, for fear of dirtying your hands
Each time you are full, I am empty
When you are nothing, everything's true beauty shines through
I see the stars, and am thankful I...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#homelessness
#poverty
276 reads
1 Comment
veganpoet
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 3:33pm
9th Nov 2022 3:33pm
Clowns And Madmen
We are clowns and madmen barreling into the unknown
We see graceful cloudscapes as we step into the snow
Taking time to break away
From this blizzard of noise that assaults us every day
For we're meant to be creatures of this Earth
Something's telling me we'll see what it's worth
In a single day
Hours melt away
Underneath the Moon
Bedtime comes too soon
We see graceful cloudscapes as we step into the snow
Taking time to break away
From this blizzard of noise that assaults us every day
For we're meant to be creatures of this Earth
Something's telling me we'll see what it's worth
In a single day
Hours melt away
Underneath the Moon
Bedtime comes too soon
#corruption
#politics
#greed
#inequality
#poverty
516 reads
1 Comment
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