Poems About Poverty Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about poverty published by members recently online.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
Buju and Johnny Baw
Chapter 1
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
#father
#food
#funny
#poverty
#son
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
Buju and Johnny Baw
Chapter 1
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
#father
#food
#funny
#poverty
#son
251 reads
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
Buju and Johnny Baw
Chapter 1
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
#father
#food
#funny
#poverty
#son
251 reads
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
Buju and Johnny Baw
Chapter 1
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
#father
#food
#funny
#poverty
#son
251 reads
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
Buju and Johnny Baw
Chapter 1
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
#father
#food
#funny
#poverty
#son
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cabcool
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
the quality of mercy
❝The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
#inequality
#kindness
#LifeStruggles
#oppression
#poverty
103 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
the quality of mercy
❝The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
#inequality
#kindness
#LifeStruggles
#oppression
#poverty
103 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
the quality of mercy
❝The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
#inequality
#kindness
#LifeStruggles
#oppression
#poverty
103 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
the quality of mercy
❝The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
#inequality
#kindness
#LifeStruggles
#oppression
#poverty
103 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
13th Apr 2025 6:52am
the quality of mercy
❝The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞
—William Shakespeare
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?
would punish you a penitential lamb?
or trample on its path a struggling seed?
has callousness all mercy swept from you,
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?
would you the hungry...
#inequality
#kindness
#LifeStruggles
#oppression
#poverty
103 reads
2 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
638 reads
9 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
638 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Poverty Published by Members Recently Online
