Poems About Poverty Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about poverty published by members recently online.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
Remember those years in the tiny walk up
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
#porn
#money
#TruthOfLife
#dirty
#poverty
489 reads
34 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
Remember those years in the tiny walk up
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
#porn
#money
#TruthOfLife
#dirty
#poverty
489 reads
34 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
Remember those years in the tiny walk up
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
#porn
#money
#TruthOfLife
#dirty
#poverty
489 reads
34 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
Remember those years in the tiny walk up
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
#porn
#money
#TruthOfLife
#dirty
#poverty
489 reads
34 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
6th Oct 2022 3:31am
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
Remember those years in the tiny walk up
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
You were writing erotica hoping to get discovered
I was working on my doctorate in sin
Running projection at that porn theater in Times Square
That was dingy NYC
Long before organic
When Holly was working the Lincoln Tunnel entrance
You could get a quick suck for five bucks
Nobody cared if she had too many teeth
or if she was really a she
Life was less complicated back then
Holly bought mouthwash in industrial quantities
Hygiene on the fly still important
A woman...
#porn
#money
#TruthOfLife
#dirty
#poverty
489 reads
34 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Dec 2021 00:23am
13th Dec 2021 00:23am
sic est vita
he only embarked on
a life of crime due to the need
to make money he became
a counterfeiter
a life of crime due to the need
to make money he became
a counterfeiter
#poverty
260 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
Ode to a Torn Page
Barbaric traditions beckon and plead
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
#violence
#ignorance
#culture
#poverty
#reading
284 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
Ode to a Torn Page
Barbaric traditions beckon and plead
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
#violence
#ignorance
#culture
#poverty
#reading
284 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
Ode to a Torn Page
Barbaric traditions beckon and plead
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
#violence
#ignorance
#culture
#poverty
#reading
284 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
Ode to a Torn Page
Barbaric traditions beckon and plead
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
#violence
#ignorance
#culture
#poverty
#reading
284 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
25th Aug 2022 6:55am
Ode to a Torn Page
Barbaric traditions beckon and plead
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
For the souls of men and women alike.
All with scripture must be neatly agreed
To keep their heads from the tip of a pike.
But patriot pagans are equally nuts
With their hatred of all foreign vagrants.
Cravings of violence churn in their guts
To burst forth brutal populist fragrance.
Just how do they afford those biker tattoos
Or veins pumped full of heroin and meth
All as fodder for the recovery blues
About some musician's premature death?
It's as if lives exist for poor choice
With lucid...
#violence
#ignorance
#culture
#poverty
#reading
284 reads
3 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
316 reads
2 Comments
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