Long Poems About Poverty
#poverty
Long poems about poverty. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
SpurnedbyPack
Poem Published
25th Jul 2021 10:41pm
25th Jul 2021 10:41pm
The Edge Between Our World's
Some say it´s foolish to stand on the edge between our worlds.
Because their not meant to be mixed.
Most would slow-walk not to lose balance,
Because they fear to misstep.
I say it´s wise to be on the edge.
Puts my hands in my pockets,
Looking straight forward.
The further I go, the faster I´ll walk until I'll run.
Either I lose balance and fall. Which side I´ll fall in is random.
Or I'll contain the balance and
Being at the edge of our two worlds.
At the left is the mainland.
Spoiled, overconfident and fake people,
Who's...
Because their not meant to be mixed.
Most would slow-walk not to lose balance,
Because they fear to misstep.
I say it´s wise to be on the edge.
Puts my hands in my pockets,
Looking straight forward.
The further I go, the faster I´ll walk until I'll run.
Either I lose balance and fall. Which side I´ll fall in is random.
Or I'll contain the balance and
Being at the edge of our two worlds.
At the left is the mainland.
Spoiled, overconfident and fake people,
Who's...
#humankind
#greed
#morality #poverty
#morality #poverty
332 reads
4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2021 1:39pm
22nd Jul 2021 1:39pm
Dialogue Between Lovers
I cupped my hands around her skull and wondered what thoughts must be swirling inside the sphere no larger than two fists pressed together. What I held in my hands was a wonder, years in the making. The balance between nature and nurture fascinated me, especially in the acquisition of language and personality.
“What are you thinking?” she asked in her clear alto voice that filled the darkness. I heard a hint of laughter in her chest as she spoke.
“I was thinking how beautiful you are.”
“Good answer, wise guy.”
She often called me wise...
“What are you thinking?” she asked in her clear alto voice that filled the darkness. I heard a hint of laughter in her chest as she spoke.
“I was thinking how beautiful you are.”
“Good answer, wise guy.”
She often called me wise...
#love
#sex
#poverty
416 reads
2 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
16th Jul 2021 7:22am
16th Jul 2021 7:22am
Dinner with a Friend (What Was Thought)
Unless you were born luckily
Into money
Just expect to go home hungry
And wanting
Until the day you wake up old,
Broke and broken
And then you croak
Then all that money you put into the pot
Filters into someone else's lot
How immortal do you think your heart is
When it gives out at 80
After you never FUCKING lived
I imagine when I die all my money will be absorbed
I won't care I'll be dead
But to the living
It must be horror
To see as friends succumb ...
Into money
Just expect to go home hungry
And wanting
Until the day you wake up old,
Broke and broken
And then you croak
Then all that money you put into the pot
Filters into someone else's lot
How immortal do you think your heart is
When it gives out at 80
After you never FUCKING lived
I imagine when I die all my money will be absorbed
I won't care I'll be dead
But to the living
It must be horror
To see as friends succumb ...
#corruption
#TruthOfLife
#greed #poverty
#greed #poverty
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PGLithag
Poem Published
25th Jun 2021 8:41am
25th Jun 2021 8:41am
Camden Town
DJ rocks a reggae beat,
dull after dark. In the day, sticky underfoot,
the stench of old ale, cider, and smoke.
Some strain of skunk or spunk; sweet, sour and salty
My mop sheaths the stench for a time in pine
To be drowned later under a swell of noxious perfume.
Pints pour and scores are totted and marked
Darts thrown, targets hooked,
unknown, unnamed, ultimately forgotten.
Sacred rituals, breathy smiles,
Intensify to climax in sordid shags out back
Out of sight between a pallet of empty bottles
and the back wall of the...
dull after dark. In the day, sticky underfoot,
the stench of old ale, cider, and smoke.
Some strain of skunk or spunk; sweet, sour and salty
My mop sheaths the stench for a time in pine
To be drowned later under a swell of noxious perfume.
Pints pour and scores are totted and marked
Darts thrown, targets hooked,
unknown, unnamed, ultimately forgotten.
Sacred rituals, breathy smiles,
Intensify to climax in sordid shags out back
Out of sight between a pallet of empty bottles
and the back wall of the...
#death
#homelessness
#poverty
355 reads
3 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
25th Jun 2021 5:08am
25th Jun 2021 5:08am
Shu Qi Duke
a story about a boo 👻,
a childhood one,
that struck fear in you,
and your buddies too,
stop you dead
in your fun,
and cause you to run,
in a rough-and-tumble land,
there was a man,
that you developed
a sure fire escape plan,
Shu Qi Duke (shoe- key duke)
the project’s babadook,
of the demented brand,
not a ghost or a spook,
but definitely a kook,
a for-real life
neighborhood bogeyman, ...
a childhood one,
that struck fear in you,
and your buddies too,
stop you dead
in your fun,
and cause you to run,
in a rough-and-tumble land,
there was a man,
that you developed
a sure fire escape plan,
Shu Qi Duke (shoe- key duke)
the project’s babadook,
of the demented brand,
not a ghost or a spook,
but definitely a kook,
a for-real life
neighborhood bogeyman, ...
#childhood
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#poverty
448 reads
5 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
Homeless, The First Time
I arrived in London a few hours later and began to panic, overwhelmed by the crowds and the noise. A siren wailed nearby and a police vehicle pulled to a halt. I felt truly lost, mesmerised by the speed of the city and the officers attending to an incident on the opposite corner of the street.
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#poverty
484 reads
11 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
23rd May 2021 4:32pm
23rd May 2021 4:32pm
A Man's Bad Situation
Back in 1986, an unfortunate man was living in a bad situation. He was doing so poorly financially that he was having to live in his car and eat dog food. People knew that he was eating the dog food because he didn't have a dog.
He bought the dog food at a man's convenience store. The store owner laughed at this man and made fun of him behind his back. He made fun of him to my dad. I believe what the store owner did was wrong. If the situation had been reversed, I don't think that the store owner would've wanted people to laugh and make fun of him.
Ask yourself this...
He bought the dog food at a man's convenience store. The store owner laughed at this man and made fun of him behind his back. He made fun of him to my dad. I believe what the store owner did was wrong. If the situation had been reversed, I don't think that the store owner would've wanted people to laugh and make fun of him.
Ask yourself this...
#LifeStruggles
#food
#homelessness
#poverty
#nonfiction
316 reads
2 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
5th May 2021 2:37pm
5th May 2021 2:37pm
.. first grade
boy on his bike
stops and stands,
wasn’t the first time
he’d seen a dead man,
look down at his shoes,
still had them on,
totally amazed,
usually they’re gone,
even had gold
still around his neck,
it wasn’t a robbery,
then.. “what the heck“,
lights and sounds
from a psychedelic stage,
hypnotizing children
at a very tender age,
whispers in the crowd
begin to get loud,
“yeah he deserved it
he met his fait”,
“snitches...
stops and stands,
wasn’t the first time
he’d seen a dead man,
look down at his shoes,
still had them on,
totally amazed,
usually they’re gone,
even had gold
still around his neck,
it wasn’t a robbery,
then.. “what the heck“,
lights and sounds
from a psychedelic stage,
hypnotizing children
at a very tender age,
whispers in the crowd
begin to get loud,
“yeah he deserved it
he met his fait”,
“snitches...
#children
#TruthOfLife
#ignorance
#morality
#poverty
633 reads
8 Comments
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
28th Apr 2021 2:47pm
28th Apr 2021 2:47pm
Just Plain Complaining
Ever wonder why the self-proclaimed "greatest nation on the planet" runs a financial structure that promotes total slavery?
Attending college to get a job where one can:
a) manage someone else's money
b) count someone else's money
c) build someone else's business into a more powerful entity
d) learn and enforce laws created by people long dead, or unaffected by the laws they have made
e) teach these laws to other people's children
f) "insert your 2 cents here"
The system attaches food, shelter, clothing, , benefits for one's...
Attending college to get a job where one can:
a) manage someone else's money
b) count someone else's money
c) build someone else's business into a more powerful entity
d) learn and enforce laws created by people long dead, or unaffected by the laws they have made
e) teach these laws to other people's children
f) "insert your 2 cents here"
The system attaches food, shelter, clothing, , benefits for one's...
#oppression
#greed
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
514 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 3:21am
25th Feb 2021 3:21am
Taken By Thee Numbers! Whooo'wee, Bay'bee
Have you gone and lost your mind
a g a i n ? "
Speak trrrrrruth to this fckn pussywad
who doth standeth before
you."
Y'll ne'er come up'on any v i a b l e
excuse worth believing.
Dead ol'death become to knockin at yr door.
Y'neeedn't a n w e r e , yknow? Just just just
let it fckn s l i d e wit all the fckn
...
a g a i n ? "
Speak trrrrrruth to this fckn pussywad
who doth standeth before
you."
Y'll ne'er come up'on any v i a b l e
excuse worth believing.
Dead ol'death become to knockin at yr door.
Y'neeedn't a n w e r e , yknow? Just just just
let it fckn s l i d e wit all the fckn
...
#corruption
#politics
#greed
#inequality
#poverty
386 reads
3 Comments
the_Zeus100
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 3:34am
11th Feb 2021 3:34am
Dream
#money
#memories
#poverty
508 reads
2 Comments
marwen
Mani67
Mani67
Poem Published
7th Dec 2020 4:50pm
7th Dec 2020 4:50pm
Creatures of the Night
The man is howling, the woman is sobbing
A break up in the making
It’s not you, it’s me, can’t do this no more
The tearful redhead is mourning the loss of her companion
He walks away triumphant, strutting with pride as if he won a major battle
She collapses, trembling on the sidewalk
Her laments are incessant
He’s checking out another chick, his carelessness is clear
Across the nasty street
By the neon club entrance… The Vibe
The congregation is lining up to invade the temple of beat
You can hear the music, a deafening...
A break up in the making
It’s not you, it’s me, can’t do this no more
The tearful redhead is mourning the loss of her companion
He walks away triumphant, strutting with pride as if he won a major battle
She collapses, trembling on the sidewalk
Her laments are incessant
He’s checking out another chick, his carelessness is clear
Across the nasty street
By the neon club entrance… The Vibe
The congregation is lining up to invade the temple of beat
You can hear the music, a deafening...
#identity
#city
#temptation #poverty
#temptation #poverty
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Poverty
