Beggar Poems - Poems about Beggar

I'm still alive cos living’s my bad habit And like a bird is used to feel the saving sky I’m used to live on autopilot so won’t rub it With multiplying the essential reasons why But disappointment gets too huge to handle Got to bargain myself a little beggar mind To think more highly of the immigration ramble As if...

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I returned home, weary from the day, The beggar girl was at the gate again. Her father works the land, yet poverty remains, She asks for five rupees, quiet in her pain. My son, just her age, once asked with care, "Why does she beg when her parents work there?" "Farmers stay poor, though they toil and sow, Those who buy and...

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Her struggling gait and wrinkled face Reflected grief for her dead mate. She’d lost her family at great cost Before she entered society’s lost. I passed her every day on streets And thought she was a deadbeat. She did not have delusions grand And only craved a kindly hand. She limped her way down city streets With no one’s...

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"beggar" I don't want to make sense of dollars out of cents or pesos from centavos but send those me my uno dos tres sent i do...

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Softer than breath and gentler than our heartbeat, are the waves of bliss that arise from within, refrain of magnetism ushering cool heat, distancing our presence from lust that births sin. Embracing the beggar ignites this God spark, deep in our heart that lets us see in the dark, whence as we become the flame, that has no name, we transform as...

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Take notice of the beggar man that soon your eyes shall meet, Offer out an outstretched hand and ask to take a seat. This man is more than just another man who’s lost his way, He’s more than just a man who walks the streets alone each day. Within his eyes, a story lives, a past that's rich and...

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_____________________________________________________________ Another day, same as the day was ..., ...

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By trembling and anxious hands by almost silent fearful gestures the beggar begs the world......

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FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING My heart lies vacant to vulnerability, voiding into a warm womb ...

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I’m too old to live out these songs I sing. There has been too much pumped into these veins. But if you remember how I was back in time… Won’t you toss me a nickel or a dime? I used to travel all around the world. and I bought my condoms by the case full. I stored all my cocaine...

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Broken people fill the in-between spaces: Empty eyes, heavy treads, sorrow-filled faces. Hearts blistered, burned; to ashes reduced. Souls devoid of light, not by Fate amused. A mother crippled by the loss of a child – An addict craving a fix, however mild. An agèd pensioner, lost and alone – A homeless beggar on the streets forlorn. The smiling teenager contemplating suicide – Abused...

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Concepts From The Thoughts Of The Old Beggar And well it seems That your horse rides well In this sad world with me In the flicker of a light, In a butterfly that is blind, In the eye that dares listen Stammers echoes Hides soft shadows and surrounds Aching sea and fallen tree Hold the murmur Of hope and great loss Against a pale blue sky We are...

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How many men can you trust And over time it won’t rust: In their presence drop money And nothing of the funny? Mention a killer disease And they won’t the stuff release: From them ask and receive loan And they would leave you alone, Not soon try your line on phone And their new calls a stretched moan? How many blokes might you trust And to...

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If you break into laughter, I won’t join, Facing us right now the need to hands join And, fast, stripped body cover up to loin; Neater clothes to fetch for the man’s bared groin And no less veil for his wife’s announced loin… Perhaps you want them to Adam rejoin Or right there as wedded couple conjoin! Mad beggars – yes...

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Every Friday he visits our home, promptly He presses the calling bell and stands calmly. ...

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