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.
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 5:39am
8th Jun 2024 5:39am
Blah f**king Blah
"I haven't been to the beach in thirty years,"
"All I do is go to work and go home."
"How are you?"
Can't complain... Nobody would listen."
"I want to burn this place to the ground."
"I haven't had a day off in 14 days."
Working class blues permeate the air,
Choking the life from our once hopes and dreams.
My ambitions have faded into survival.
I watch classmates get Master's Degrees
While I sport two years sober
And don't even have a...
"All I do is go to work and go home."
"How are you?"
Can't complain... Nobody would listen."
"I want to burn this place to the ground."
"I haven't had a day off in 14 days."
Working class blues permeate the air,
Choking the life from our once hopes and dreams.
My ambitions have faded into survival.
I watch classmates get Master's Degrees
While I sport two years sober
And don't even have a...
#addiction
#dreams
#job
#LifeStruggles
#poverty
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5 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
202 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
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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
180 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th May 2024 10:41am
10th May 2024 10:41am
Impoverished Addict
Ghetto calling
So hungry
So thirsty
On fire
Calling your name
Rancid stench
Glass shard womb
The atmosphere suffocates
The voices
The fear
Monkey climbing up your leg
If the shoe fits, curl up and die in it
So hungry
So thirsty
On fire
Calling your name
Rancid stench
Glass shard womb
The atmosphere suffocates
The voices
The fear
Monkey climbing up your leg
If the shoe fits, curl up and die in it
#addiction
#poverty
#support
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4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st May 2024 8:44pm
1st May 2024 8:44pm
You are the filth
I walk the streets where I live
Everything is filthy
All the walls are covered in spray paint
The ground is covered in garbage
Dogshit in little piles
The people are fat, poor & ugly
Wasteful & slow
Every once in a while someone will put a new coat of paint on the front of their store
Before the paint is dry, the wall is covered with graffiti
When someone tries to clean the streets, they are covered in dogshit in a few hours
You have had too much for too long
You are the filth
There's not much that can be done with you ...
Everything is filthy
All the walls are covered in spray paint
The ground is covered in garbage
Dogshit in little piles
The people are fat, poor & ugly
Wasteful & slow
Every once in a while someone will put a new coat of paint on the front of their store
Before the paint is dry, the wall is covered with graffiti
When someone tries to clean the streets, they are covered in dogshit in a few hours
You have had too much for too long
You are the filth
There's not much that can be done with you ...
#dirty
#ignorance
#oppression
#pollution
#poverty
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6 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 4:06pm
13th Apr 2024 4:06pm
Pigs
Pigs on the left
Tories on the right
What we gon’ do?
We’re gonna start a fight!
A fight between the classes
An uprising of the masses
A battle of ideology
We’ll rise from the ashes
The ashes of deprivation
Degradation
And alienation
The ashes of feudalism
Liberalism
And fascism
Oh why can’t we see beyond
All the bollocks
All the rhetoric
Why have we stopped seeking the truth
Seeking justice
Seeking equality
Tories on the right
What we gon’ do?
We’re gonna start a fight!
A fight between the classes
An uprising of the masses
A battle of ideology
We’ll rise from the ashes
The ashes of deprivation
Degradation
And alienation
The ashes of feudalism
Liberalism
And fascism
Oh why can’t we see beyond
All the bollocks
All the rhetoric
Why have we stopped seeking the truth
Seeking justice
Seeking equality
#corruption
#politics
#greed
#inequality
#poverty
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3 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 8:33pm
27th Mar 2024 8:33pm
Unfathomable
I can’t fathom the exploitation
I can’t fathom the situation
It’s recreation
It’s all a laugh
A hallucination
I can’t pretend I understand
I won’t pretend I can withstand
All the demand
It’s all a joke
It’s a damned land
I can’t pretend I comprehend
I won’t accept being condemned
Means to an exit
Means to an end
It will all depend
Depends on your fascination
Depends on your determination
To seek the truth
To seek the proof
The falsity
The validity of ...
I can’t fathom the situation
It’s recreation
It’s all a laugh
A hallucination
I can’t pretend I understand
I won’t pretend I can withstand
All the demand
It’s all a joke
It’s a damned land
I can’t pretend I comprehend
I won’t accept being condemned
Means to an exit
Means to an end
It will all depend
Depends on your fascination
Depends on your determination
To seek the truth
To seek the proof
The falsity
The validity of ...
#anger
#corruption
#CallToAction
#greed
#poverty
214 reads
5 Comments
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
160 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 7:06pm
14th Mar 2024 7:06pm
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
155 reads
4 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 11:29am
6th Mar 2024 11:29am
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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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2024 6:58pm
2nd Mar 2024 6:58pm
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
.
.
.
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.
...
#Britain
#poverty
#FreeVerse
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6 Comments
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