Long Poems About Poverty
#poverty
Long poems about poverty. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 00:19am
13th Dec 2024 00:19am
Disgust
#homelessness
#poverty
88 reads
4 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 7:05am
28th Nov 2024 7:05am
The Cry of The Hungry
In the land where the sun kisses the soil
Where abundance once sprang from honest toil
Now hunger prowls... like a restless beast
And famine mocks every hoped-for feast
The yam barns are empty... the granaries bare
The fields once golden... now stripped of care
Scarcity spreads... like harmattan dust
A bitter curse... on a broken trust
A goat tied too long... will chew the rope
But here even ropes... can’t kindle hope
The people cry... their stomachs hollow
Yet promises are all they’re forced to swallow
Once we...
Where abundance once sprang from honest toil
Now hunger prowls... like a restless beast
And famine mocks every hoped-for feast
The yam barns are empty... the granaries bare
The fields once golden... now stripped of care
Scarcity spreads... like harmattan dust
A bitter curse... on a broken trust
A goat tied too long... will chew the rope
But here even ropes... can’t kindle hope
The people cry... their stomachs hollow
Yet promises are all they’re forced to swallow
Once we...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#inequality
#politics
#poverty
79 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 9:07pm
28th Jul 2024 9:07pm
A Monday in July at 6:45 am (Part 1)
A steamy summer morning. Haze covering most of the city. I decided to head south on the most famous street in the world at one time, the Atlantic City Boardwalk.
I walked across the Boardwalk towards a walkway that led down to the beach near the LandShark Bar & Grill. An older couple with two young children were enjoying the ocean before anyone else. They had free reign. Just them and the seagulls. The waves were already looking quite menacing. That's a great thing. Later on today I'll be here, swimming, riding waves and thrashing all about.
I headed back onto...
I walked across the Boardwalk towards a walkway that led down to the beach near the LandShark Bar & Grill. An older couple with two young children were enjoying the ocean before anyone else. They had free reign. Just them and the seagulls. The waves were already looking quite menacing. That's a great thing. Later on today I'll be here, swimming, riding waves and thrashing all about.
I headed back onto...
#beach
#city
#historical
#nonfiction
#poverty
129 reads
11 Comments
The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 3:47am
5th Jun 2024 3:47am
A Not So Typical Morning In The South
My day starts off as usual. Im a creature of habit so, I take the same side road that I take every day on my way to work. It may not be the most direct way, but theres rarely any cars on this road so I get to open it up a bit. Ill take 10 mins out of my way to keep moving at a quicker pace than a more direct route where I have to move slower 10 times out of 10.
I come to a part where the road curves around to the right and just as I come out of the bend something catches my eye in the road. What the fuck is that? Its trotting towards my car. I hit the brakes firmly to slow...
I come to a part where the road curves around to the right and just as I come out of the bend something catches my eye in the road. What the fuck is that? Its trotting towards my car. I hit the brakes firmly to slow...
#animals
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#poverty
#universe
201 reads
9 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
26th May 2024 3:35am
26th May 2024 3:35am
seasons of plenty
Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the
afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver
them from the hand of the wicked.”―Psalm 82:3-4 ESV
fountains of water
to quench the dry earth
mountains of laughter
to publish my mirth
then shall the nations
rejoice in the south
and ample rations
of praise fill my mouth
...
afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver
them from the hand of the wicked.”―Psalm 82:3-4 ESV
fountains of water
to quench the dry earth
mountains of laughter
to publish my mirth
then shall the nations
rejoice in the south
and ample rations
of praise fill my mouth
...
#kindness
#poverty
#support
#vulnerability
#weakness
146 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 6:58pm
21st Mar 2024 6:58pm
'merica
My one regret is the bloodline I derived from
I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle
My father is a penniless swami
My mother is a peace creep
We live up the river,
near a civil war battle ground
When there is a downwind,
the water has a polluted, toxic smell
A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses
Never received them,
No insurance, no money!
My mother bitch slapped me a few times,
thinking that would help straighten my eyes out
Now I have short eyes!
Fuck, she’s dumb.
My brother, who is three years...
I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle
My father is a penniless swami
My mother is a peace creep
We live up the river,
near a civil war battle ground
When there is a downwind,
the water has a polluted, toxic smell
A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses
Never received them,
No insurance, no money!
My mother bitch slapped me a few times,
thinking that would help straighten my eyes out
Now I have short eyes!
Fuck, she’s dumb.
My brother, who is three years...
#family
#Easter
#fiction
#funny
#poverty
159 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 3:35am
24th Sep 2023 3:35am
the poor man's wealth
"The rich man's wealth is in the city….The poor man's wealth
is in a holy, holy place."―Peter Tosh (after Prov. 10:15)
the bite of poverty consumes the poor
who, in his lowliness, must still endure
the hunger of the world to feed his flesh
to vultures. everyday, his pain comes fresh,
his barrenness to harvest, like a crop,
where scarcely do the dews of heaven drop.
...
is in a holy, holy place."―Peter Tosh (after Prov. 10:15)
the bite of poverty consumes the poor
who, in his lowliness, must still endure
the hunger of the world to feed his flesh
to vultures. everyday, his pain comes fresh,
his barrenness to harvest, like a crop,
where scarcely do the dews of heaven drop.
...
#HumanRights
#greed
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
180 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Sep 2023 11:03pm
7th Sep 2023 11:03pm
seed begging bread
for when you die
a piece of me
lies in the ground
and though i live
the missing bit
cannot be found.
the bread on which
i gorge myself
sweet on my tongue ...
a piece of me
lies in the ground
and though i live
the missing bit
cannot be found.
the bread on which
i gorge myself
sweet on my tongue ...
#kindness
#food
#redemption
#inequality
#poverty
185 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 7:03pm
25th Aug 2023 7:03pm
Purple Reign
If Heaven could only hear me
The world would be a better place to roam as we breathe
Can you hear me now
I heard the bullets flying in the inner cities, state to state, town to town
Do you not see the children wandering in the street
The men in blue with guns drawn as my soul they take turns to beat
A bird can fly, yet has no dreams
I walk in fear with love, compassion, to find peace in greener pastures of serene
One person I stand against the multitude
Yet, within the palm of my hands,...
The world would be a better place to roam as we breathe
Can you hear me now
I heard the bullets flying in the inner cities, state to state, town to town
Do you not see the children wandering in the street
The men in blue with guns drawn as my soul they take turns to beat
A bird can fly, yet has no dreams
I walk in fear with love, compassion, to find peace in greener pastures of serene
One person I stand against the multitude
Yet, within the palm of my hands,...
#politics
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#poverty
#sun
456 reads
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
460 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Jul 2023 11:29pm
7th Jul 2023 11:29pm
Rusty Fulcrum
No one laughs
watching a homeless lady
agonize to cross the street
at a snail’s pace
except for a lone dude
in the park
He shifts his weight from the bench,
stands on both legs
and decides to use humor
to cover whatever triggered
the uncomfortable knot
curling its fist in his chest.
He makes a joke
about homelessness
and laughs.
Riddles the poor
lazy leeches sucking taxes
from the working class
and laughs.
My compassion uncoils itself
as an aching frond— ...
watching a homeless lady
agonize to cross the street
at a snail’s pace
except for a lone dude
in the park
He shifts his weight from the bench,
stands on both legs
and decides to use humor
to cover whatever triggered
the uncomfortable knot
curling its fist in his chest.
He makes a joke
about homelessness
and laughs.
Riddles the poor
lazy leeches sucking taxes
from the working class
and laughs.
My compassion uncoils itself
as an aching frond— ...
#bullying
#homelessness
#poverty
592 reads
9 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
16th Jun 2023 5:22am
16th Jun 2023 5:22am
all life's amazing journeys
If you can’t fly, then run. If you can’t run, then walk. If you
can’t walk, then crawl; but whatever you do, you have to keep
moving forward.”―Martian Luther King Jr.
i.
all life's amazing journeys
begin and end in silence,
some burnished in the furnace,
some silenced soon by violence.
but in between the moaning
of navel string detachment,
and last rites filled with groaning
at casket-lid attachment,
...
can’t walk, then crawl; but whatever you do, you have to keep
moving forward.”―Martian Luther King Jr.
i.
all life's amazing journeys
begin and end in silence,
some burnished in the furnace,
some silenced soon by violence.
but in between the moaning
of navel string detachment,
and last rites filled with groaning
at casket-lid attachment,
...
#fate
#money
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
#poverty
370 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Poverty
