Best Breadwinners Poems

All men (the loser boyfriends/husbands) think that it's their right to be physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward their female companions (girlfriends/wives), well they're wrong. Most guys are always beating their girlfriends/wives up every single day just because they didn't make their men dinner, do...

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Death never favours
Death does not discriminate between
Saints and sinners
losers and winners
Princes and paupers
followers or leaders
Dependents or
breadwinners
The fatter or thinner
Those who over ate of life's banquet
and those who austerely skipped its dinner.
Or the healed and the healers
the kinder or the meaner
The angels of death almost acting
as...

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Black Blood was used to paint a picture on a Black Wall. Black Blood was used to paint. Black Blood. Blood bought from the very same people who stood side by side with you 25 years ago. Now that their kids have been given the...

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The door slams on our faces 
And shuts out our beauties, boasts and brains
Out there are bubbly buds tended with keen hands
That knew not any of our lures and lores
The wells of hope we thought of drawing from
Suddenly shut up its springs from us
The smiling...

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Broken       “Perfect”       
Blowout      Preventer
Billowing    Petroleum
Burning       Profusely

Bodies          Paining
Burning   ...

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The emptiness and unhappiness so closely related
Left her with a hole bigger than Kimberley.
No man dug fortune, only misconception and silence.
Her predecessors left her no gold to kick the dust off.
They only left deprivation and separation

she had children who truly loved her they all have...

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Who loves a beginner?
What counts except experience?
In every aspect and field:
Of romance, writing and working
But where do you gain experience
Without a first chance?

Young novel writers
Can only reap in old age
If only they are lucky
To live long like crows

What was that?
Common comments
Of publishers, critics and guides
Indeed,...

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Who loves a beginner?
I DO
What counts except experience?
PASSION
In every aspect and field:
Of romance, writing and working
But where do you gain experience
Without a first chance?
YOU LEARN AND LEARN

Young novel writers
Can only reap in old age
If only they are lucky
To live long like crows
SOME DO NOT

What was...

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What a world where men swim in wickedness,
Drink in envy and mischievousness
Riding with their wings so pure 
But heart as black as the coal.
Yes wickedness lives behind the gate of the world
Evils had cracked the walls of goodness.
Good things last no more 
Drums of war...

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where are the Nigerian youths? 

where are the pillar of the foundation? 

the striving spirits and the breadwinners

behold, all are entangled in a strange dance

a dance of shame

in the stormy ocean kicked by the wind

Now our belly are tolling

And our hearts is slowly beating

Depressed ...

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You
Sat wherever you were
Spotted me breathing
Saw how happy I was
Scowled with jealousy
Slipped sputum with furry
Sed with an evil plan
Slithered all over surfaces
Scattered yourself everywhere
Spanned from arid to airborne
 
You
Set up an ambush
Sauntered into my body
Swam through my blood
Strolled in my bronchi
Slid into my cosy lungs
Slit...

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Women are quickly adjusting to modern times
by being more liberal and independent of men;
gone is the housewife, mother and wife,
who stayed home and took care of her children...



On the other hand, men seem to have lost their power
as breadwinners by becoming less caring and loving...

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Yours truly does readily confess
the following poem crafted more or less
approximately a year ago,
when coronavirus (COVID-19)
wrought havoc creating global mess
when panic against collective temple did press
a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness.

Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape...

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Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to 
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape displayed
yours truly, (a garden variety
proto human) arrayed

solely donning birthday suit,
whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed,
i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal
whiles away hours, laid
back days of his life as
the world...

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In times of old, the men were kings, and the women were sub servient. It kind of worked, although not fair. What’s interesting is, no one complained to much, Since it was the way of the world, and the way they were brought up to...

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