Best Impoverished Poems

The world turned silent with a strange discourse.
A sadness covered with its darker shade,
To extinguish heart's light without remorse,
And blinded the eyes when its light...

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I fade into shadows of loneliness,
And disappear where the darkness now falls.
Silence I seek, not from reclusiveness,
Rather a guise when the emptiness  calls.
How long...

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I celebrate wonderful mothers 
who always put the needs 
of their children first,
the single mothers who 
especially must sacrifice 
to help their children survive 
and...

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wars drugs poverty
famine fear rape death
and degradation 
that's the impoverished world 
desperate immigrants flee

and yet we won't let them in

go die on the other side...

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Sorrow is

the night’s rainstorm

lashing an impoverished psyche

wandering lost with loss 

‘neath weeping eaves in murky-minded alleyways

without an umbrella. 


Susan Ashley 
July 29, 2019


~ First Place...

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I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean...

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From the window of my chic city office, lost in thought, I gaze out.
The pedestrians scurry like frenzied ants below, caught up in their bustling...

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Another impoverished evening
draped so strangely harsh,  the moon weeps
for one more burning a soul must retain...
And she clings among lost stars
with frozen heartbeat thawing...

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If I were a prisoner on death row
just hours away from execution
I would NOT order a meal of calamari with ratatouille,
filet mignon with truffles and...

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On another impoverished evening
so strangely bleak, the moon weeps
for more burning her soul must retain,

And she clings like a stem to the tree of life
that...

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Dusk fell rapidly. Three women dressed in black
With their young lanky companion hurried back
To their rather small impoverished dark room.
Only an oil lamp that added...

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Being a child, there were some little dreams I saw
In every dream, there was success, with strength and flaws
In every dream, there was a new...

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[This poem first appeared in the anthology, "The Soul and the Singer," Young Publications, c. 1968.  It was reprinted in my first poetry chapbook...

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Age can never erase memories of yore,
For there's an old but lovely song still rambling
In my head as I love to go a wandering
Along the...

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I am too sensitive to which I strive to disarrange
I need the love of others and I crave it in exchange

Just when I feel that...

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