Best Basic Needs Poems
Noble Souls
Noble souls arise,
build steps,
forge roads,
carry tough loads,
scale peaks,
quell fears,
dream stars which blaze,
clear those black skies.
These souls would tears erase.
Noble souls offer cheer,
avoid wrath
crush their pride,
prove their worth,
value earth,
speak sober words,
shape lives,
plant hope’s seeds,
serve other folks’ basic needs.
Noble souls rally,
never crawl,
never stall.
Their adept hands
nurse other souls’ awful aches.
Sweet roses
adorn their loved
angel faces.
Noble souls exist.
A poem using only 5-letter words
Dec. 21, 2017 for Rhoda Tripp's 'Fem Bogstaver (Danish)' Poetry Contest
Categories:
basic needs, appreciation,
Form:
Verse
Is that your son by his mother's side?
When he calls you daddy, do you beam with pride?
Are you building memories of a lifetime, Jack?
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
Is that your little girl? Would you stop for a while?
Been quite some time since I saw a child smile
A few basic needs are all I lack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
Please talk to me. Don't pass me by.
Sometimes when I'm alone I cry
Got what's left of my life in an old sack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
How's your job? Are you seeing new faces?
Climbing the ladder and going places.
Approaching the top. You're right on track
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
I bet your home is nice, on a manicured lot
Now a cardboard box is all I got
I had it all then I watched it crack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.
My body hurts, and my hands, they shake
Life is about the choices we make
Freight train's coming, guess I ought to pack.
You're a lot like me---------a few years back.
Vince Suzadail Jr.
Categories:
basic needs, people,
Form:
Couplet
Infants bond from basic needs to mother’s scent,
understanding nothing of the love that’s spent.
Toddlers cry whenever they don’t get their ways,
children pout against the pane on rainy days.
Teens within a circle that fulfills their needs,
grow to see the roses hid behind the weeds.
Those who give because they love is always learnt,
gifts of time, a simple rhyme or candles burnt.
Categories:
basic needs, growing up, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Cosmic Peace
I have been wondering
Ever since you left us,
What were your thoughts
That early morn?
You were silent
While you lay quietly on bed.
For the past few months
You had learned to
Resign to your fate.
Your wounds were healing
Yet tired was your spirit
As you gave in to dependency
On others for your basic needs.
Much did you despise
Calling out to mother and child
To give you a helping hand
For necessities that you wished
To do yourself.
Shame and embarrassment
Was slowly overtaken by
I Have No Choice!
That morn you were to walk
Once again.
Mother and child freshened you
And you sipped your tea
Without a sound, without a word.
You were a little tired
As you lay back to rest,
Never to wake up again.
What thoughts crossed
Your mind that day?
We thought you were looking forward
To your first footsteps that day.
Or did you think
My first footsteps were with my mother
The second time would be crazily challenging?
Or is it that granny said
Don't fret, don't exhaust,
I'll take you now on a heavenly journey?
Did you see the divine light
That forewarned you
Your hour has come?
Did god whisper a sweet welcome to you?
Were you happy or sad to leave mother and child?
Dad, did I come for once in your thoughts
Or did I remain in the periphery
With the earthly transactions
As you transcended into the cosmic peace?
I remain burdened with the bond of love.
I miss your warmth
As you enveloped me saying
The doors of my house are always open.
THIRD
November 25,, 2015
Conest: A Poem Time Forgot
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
basic needs, absence, bereavement, emotions, father
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Hello Friend!
You are welcome!
Don’t underrate that we are boasting about ourselves.
Don’t treat us as the suppliers of the basic needs only.
Try to reach our inner voice.
When you get disturbed,
You can come and roam under this canopy.
You certainly feel the ambience pious and solicitous
The green cover soothes and cheers your heart.
You can regain your energy and confidence.
You know, your forefathers roamed happily in these glades.
Fairies often came down and rested here.
Knowing this, they used to worship us.
Their cultures and festivals were tied with us.
Believe it or not, still we can hear their voices lingering on in this air.
During autumn, we shed our leaves
And in spring we get the lost glory back.
We never get demoralized.
We know Life and its secrets.
“Service” is our motto.
You sit on chairs;
Sleep on cots;
Eat our fruits and nuts
Everything is being used - hides, herbs, roots, leaves and what not...
Store your valuables in the wooden boxes;
We die and transform into coffins to safeguard your corpse. Why?
We know the purpose of living.
Living or dying doesn’t matter.
Serving others gives the bliss of heaven.
Look at the age- old Oak trees
Standing like staunch pillars
They are symbols for strong determination and invincible spirit.
Our strength lies in our roots.
They are hidden in this soil.
The inner strength is superior to all.
Look at the mighty trees. How humble they are!
The calamities sometimes cause severe damage to us.
But we can withstand and revamp this pristine nature..
Is it not the sign of our perseverance?
Hundreds of creatures find their dwellings in us.
Are we not protecting them like a mother?
Dear friend,
Recall the moral of the story that you read in your childhood.
“Enjoy the egg but not be greedy and try not to cut open the hen.”
Remember,
Protecting trees means you are building a heaven for your grandchildren.
PLACED : 1ST
Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 19-05-2022
Categories:
basic needs, tree, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Wonder what the hangman had in mind
When he was looking in the doomed man’s eyes,
While double-checking if the noose was right
Did he have haunting, hollow dreams at night?
Did he empathize with the condemned lost mind?
Was it compassion for beloved left behind?
Or just revulsion for the cruel crimes
With helpless victims’ last and feeble cries?
Or maybe he had nothing to think of,
And maybe he was nothing more than bored,
The sooner tightened he the stubborn rope,
The sooner he would finally hasten home.
To love and kiss and hug his wife and kids,
To satisfy his normal, basic needs,
To pour himself a glass of tasteless wine,
Wonder what the hangman had in mind?
What did he think of at his time to go?
The sweaty hood, the gallows, or the rope?
Or the wide, tear-filled eyes without a hope?
Dark mysteries the rest shall never know.
February 8, 2020
Categories:
basic needs, jobs,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m ok being amethyst alone
No one to share my humble home with
I guess I do miss a kiss
But is that lust or just
Just an infatuation to resist
I think I’m too selfish to love him
And at the same time like many
I’m self sacrificing because
We are given dolls to care for as girls
Taught to nurture the whole world
Yet never given permission to be
A recipient of the same emerald energy
Never taught that boy who hits you
Has no right phuck that HE LIKES YOU
Never taught to get out your head
That girls want more than to be fed
The hard years of my life I was alone
The odd years of strife solitude was a throne
Sure I have basic needs
But that comes goes with burgundy breeze
I’m ok being alone with myself
I’m not so bad I am just and fair
And if God sent Prince Charming now
I’d send him packing at the next town
Not that I don’t believe God
Just that I have peace at heart
Why add to my serenity
When I’m ok alone with just me
Categories:
basic needs, appreciation, art, feelings, how
Form:
Rhyme
I had some very good primary school teachers who were awesome
But in all my schooling, one of my college instructors stood out to be super awesome
In our first day of class we all sat on a beautiful mat that she had acquired from one of her travels to a middle eastern country
Then we drank tea in tiny little cups
This is a welcoming gesture that she had learnt from her travels
This special gesture always reminds me of the book Three Cups of Tea
We were about twelve students, about five minorities
It was called World Studies
That little gesture brought all of us closer
On our last day of class we had an international potluck where we each brought food from our different cultures and ethnic backgrounds
Am sure God was smilling on that day as he watched us try each other's foods and learn about each other through it
I remember a story she told us of how she wore a niqab to her church and stood by the door as a greeter
She talked of how most people avoided her direction, some not even looking at her
She was this petite white woman
She had travelled to twenty something countries worldwide doing missionary work
She had walked on soils where women were regarded inferior and unworthy
She had put her hands during her missions, in places where white people were loathed
But even with some of the dire situations she found herself into, she still had that caring and loving heart
I remember the projects we did for refugees
Another of her many passions
She provided healthcare, education and assisted with basic needs acquisitions for them
I learnt that we can all sit down, have a cup of tea, put down our differences and accept each,
to make this world a peaceful place
Categories:
basic needs, africa, arabic, culture, international,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In all these triumphs and human attainments
To overcome these realities of material boundaries and confinements
Do we simply fill our lives with possessions and possessive capitalist greed
Is it just ego and the fear of death that governs our sense of individuality
Have not all of us been children, been fathers or mothers, siblings and friends
Do we not count the emotion of another as being equal to our own
Are we not each and everyone, all of us in this together
Or does this blood run a different colour
Or do we waste our potential for mankind’s united evolvement
To reach for the inspiring pinnacle of our spiritual development
Mutually joined in a harmony of trust to the betterment of our destiny
When do we celebrate the diversity of our sense to make sense of the senseless
And so we have lingered through the century’s victim to our own disease
In progress and with education our intelligence still limited in tribal ignorance
The mathematic, scientific and technological revolution providing no solution
Simply confounded by our own simplicity and basic needs
For food and warmth, for shelter and love, for the relief of boredom
Cavemen of the mundane and slaves to acquisition and our own entertainment
As we merely continue to continue
Such is as we are, the problem vis-à-vis the individual and the global
Knowing all to well what we could achieve if we could but realise our dreams
Doomed to a life which creates nothing but want
And a daily reminder of all the things that we can’t
While the cradle of the Earth sickens with our planetary abuse
Have we truly lost ourselves in the all about the money all the way of things
Have we signed our fate over to our own arrogance and blind stupidity
When then do we celebrate our diversity of sense to make sense of "our" senseless
Categories:
basic needs, lifeeducation,
Form:
Free verse
God forbid i ever tell on my friends
God forbid I ever betray my country men
As aesthetic as the gas-mask
Dressed for work, dressed for success
As alien embryos thrive inside glass tubes
101 psychological tactics classified welcome to that classroom
The instructor he's fantastic as unstable as a bait cast
Watch for the hook watch for the backlash
The words clandestine written across the chalkboard
He say's Underline the the two words Cherry Terror, The Masters
A hand raises and he looks right past him
As he has flashbacks of the cold war the whole classroom
Ask him in unity why did they outlaw Shock and Awe
He draws a diagram of the food chain and says life is a cycle
HE ASK THE QUESTION WHAT'S THE 5 BASIC NEEDS TO SUSTAIN HUMAN LIFE?
FOOD , WATER, SHELTER, CLOTHING
DON'T FORGET THE LOVE YOUR MOTHER FAILED TO SHOW YOU]
He hit the nailed on the head repercussions from cowardly acts
And now I wonder why my brother's still missing in action
They camouflage sexual harassment
But in this classroom they call it forced rape
Go back in time, Go back to the Air Forces
Tell me how an alien killed three Airmen
I guess they die the same way i kill em back with my bare-hands
Categories:
basic needs, allusion, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Livelihood is in clothing but deprived of its sleeves
sustenance never recognizing a path
to stability and regularity
basic needs tripling into an extended family.
Yet I survived.
Some long time ago, just any cover
above the head was enough and satisfactory.
Hustling creates a rare climbing route
while givers of admiration aren’t ready to loan it.
Yet I pressed on.
Great substance has now magnified such identity
popularity then serves a mind so ‘hand-some’
red carpets, shots and flashes, escort volunteers
sycophants in suits, money-made friends and currency mongers.
The lard labour prior to this victory, no one remembers.
Life is one, but a meaningful one is immortal
any mark can be erased but a stamp stays permanent
in a heterogeneous world both graceful and diabolic
wealth just adds a number to a ringing name
but a hand of great influence
attracts the worship of future generations.
Categories:
basic needs, character, cheer up, destiny,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I’m an alien
From a poor country
A refugee in a rich country
From a far away third world country
Where corruption as cancer is spread every where
And people starve of hunger.
Within frontiers at El Salvador,
Nicaragua, Guatemala.
Refugees like me come and go
Through the frontiers to Mexico, USA, Europe.
There is a great difference in the world
Between rich and poor countries
Holland is a European rich country
The older you get the most isolated discriminated you feel.
As in Honduras in Holland there is unemployment.
Families are unable to fulfill their basic needs for their kids.
You can protest it won’t help!
There’s Unemployment, drug addiction
As cancer poverty spread everywhere in the veins of third world countries.
People are searching in the garbage.
Can you explain me this difference?
Does it make any sense?
Categories:
basic needs, allegory, history, loss, war,
Form:
Free verse
I do not believe in the instincts of innocence for mankind. One could make an argument that someone could be innocent by word or deed, but mankind is complex. Other than our basic needs, our instincts are to learn and gain knowledge. Innocence is somewhat like virginity, and once it’s lost, it’s lost. One can be innocent of not thinking of or doing something bad by some standard, but that would be more about following rules, and the moral nature of a standard and the person. There is sacrifice and forgiveness, but in the truest sense, forgiveness may make one not accountable, but it does not make that person innocent again except in the eyes of whoever is judging. Even accusing someone of being naive could be a choice of giving trust a chance...not so much an instinct of innocence.
Edward J Ebbs - August 22, 2015
Written for a Contest, The Instincts Of Innocence
Categories:
basic needs, analogy, betrayal, character, dedication,
Form:
Prose
Babies are born everyday
Eyes painted wide, with not much to say
Just basic needs and intimate love
Simplicity, for they know not of
But time surely passes
And questions are formed
The enemy’s kisses pierce like a thorn
Innocence, we were all
Innocent
Before we were taught
Before we knew
Before we ever walked our way through
We were, innocent
Looked to our parents, looked to our friends
Bonds sealed with kisses we thought would never end
Shame in our smiles
Guilt in our bones
Masks painted on us with light undertones
Rejection invades and stings at one's core
Society kills what we were made for
Innocence, we were all
Innocent
Before we were taught
Before we knew
Before we could ever walk our way through
We were innocent
Before the walls and cement were there
Before the sorrow in the air
Before the heartbreaks
Before the fears
Before we ever cried a tear
We were innocent.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written 4-2-12
Categories:
basic needs, childhood, innocence, life, music,
Form:
Verse
Tropes On My Island
To go to Tonga like this had not been my plan
Recommended though it was on the lonely planet
Om mantras were now my only companion
Planting seeds in my inner world and mind
In the interest of survival fire rubbed from sticks
Condensation separating salt from water
A salt water crocodile kept me on gritted toes
Lotus food for thought in search of coconuts
Indigenous fruit for fitness strength and
Sustenance with squashy avocado paste and
Lizard skin to heal and protect from sunburn
All basic needs fulfilled when I the cave man
Note and scribe my spiritual enduring message
Dry in the sand for posterity and loving kindness
03rd January 2017
Categories:
basic needs, growth,
Form:
Acrostic