Best Indigence Poems
a mass of wires criss-crossed the sky
and hung across the road
as car horns - stuck on 'play repeat'
blared out where tourists strode.
there were happy, smiling faces
advertising private care
but beneath those giant hoardings
lay indigence everywhere.
we were watching 'non-stop TV'
through the window of our bus
but we couldn't change the channel
as Old Delhi streamed past us.
then our tour guide switched the picture
to a world of corporate smiles
and our hotel was all marble
and the lobby stretched for miles.
Categories:
indigence, holiday, poverty, social, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
First, settle your differences
with those whom you love
Pay any debts you owe
down here or above
Greet everyone you see
with a cheerful 'How-do'
and a smile from your heart
that's 'genuine you'
Make sure to call those
who live far away
who've grown remote, but
helped you 'back in the day'
Give a few bucks
to the homeless you see
Pray to God their souls
from indigence be free
Don't neglect to remove trash
that bars people's way
If you don't do it now
it won't get done today
Then when you're so tired
you need to nap for an hour
Pray your heart out to God
Ask Him for more power ...
Categories:
indigence, care, day, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m backed into the deepest darkest black corner of my mind
I see no way out all exits are mined
I feel ashamed to feel as black as I do
So many others suffer life’s terrible stew
To compare my troubles are minor and few
But still the blackness eats at my soul
Wears me down and takes a great toll
Suffering comes in so many colors
Affecting the lives of so many others
Hunger and thirst the color of dust
Illness disease the green of disgust
Indigence poverty other hardships of need
Grey and colorless but does not exceed
The bright blood red of torture and war
That covers our planet and goes on evermore
But still The Blackness blinds me to all
Hiding reality as if a great wall
Stands between me and what I desire
A bit of peace and release from this mire
Categories:
indigence, conflict, depression, feelings, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Many
see poverty
as curse or calamity,
and rather embrace indigence
than change!
Categories:
indigence, people, philosophy, sad, social,
Form:
Cinquain
IMAGINE NIGERIA.
Imagine Nigeria,
Becoming a sweet fruit
Like my orange juice,
Imagine Nigeria
With patriotic youths
Who speck truth and
Make my future look
Good,
Imagine Nigeria
That education carry’s a
Concrete foundation,
Becomes a national tool
Towards economic civilization.
Imagine Nigeria
Where the Elders give me
Shelter,
As helicopters isn’t only
For the god fathers,
Imagine Nigeria
My area without malaria
Where the health system
Isn’t a trap wearing danger,
Imagine Nigeria
During the good and bad,
We all stick together.
II
Imagine Nigeria
Where majority is happy to
Sing her slogan,
Infants carry my flag high
On her shoulders.
Imagine Nigeria
That my export moves round
The world,
Without corruption been her
Escort.
Imagine Nigeria
Where terrorism isn’t the
MilitarY salary,
And unmask every stranger
Within her territory.
Imagine Nigeria
Where tension isn’t collected
Before pension, instead
The aged gather for happy
Recreation.
Imagine Nigeria
That electricity lights up
This city
Its connected with easy and
Distributed for almost free.
III
Imagine Nigeria
Where all my blames are not
Left for the leaders,
Instead, first caution our nuclear
Bread winner.
Never curse Nigeria
All I depend is these natural
Mineral,
I can never reverse the
Desperate immigrant,
Looking forward to construct a
Beautiful new river on
Another land.
Imagine Nigeria
When industries employ my
Indigence
And never appoint by your community,
Refineries doesn’t pollute the high
Sea and kill my cat fishing.
Imagine Nigeria
That farming is encouraged
By modernized planning,
Imagine Nigeria
The prosperity sister
Make big plans from your
Little area.
My governor isn’t a magician.
Imagine Nigeria
Beautified with Iroko
Sky scrapers, and
Ordained the genuine giant
Of AFRICA.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Categories:
indigence, art, education,
Form:
Ballade
We lean in, like a sculptured work in progress,
enigmatic scent to kiss,
when suddenly,
the three inch wide orange rubber bands around our wrists,
pulled behind our backs,
spring us away from each other
at supersonic speed.
Hair flying in front of our faces, slipping through wind without weight...
Back to opposing sides of the world,
tethered to work, anxiety, bills, and the unavoidable
responsibilities of adulthood.
Immediately, I feel my ankles bulge
under the strain of stretching out to meet you again.
My skull is an arrow aimed at you
and I perspire indigence at what I leave behind.
There are no words big enough to explain what I know.
That you are on your other side of the world,
arrow-headed in my direction,
straining wrists in orange bands,
shoulders almost dislocated from the magnetism
that life injects into the scenario.
It will be years again before we meet, perhaps,
and yet, as long as I have the knowledge of our combined efforts,
I have the strength to push ahead, pain what may.
The air is still stained with our image where we barely kissed.
Holographic disturbance which no soul will pass through,
until the orange bands are stretched to cracking rubber, thread size,
and we breathe each other's air once again.
Patience is an additive in my blood, these days,
and I rarely allow myself to ponder,
that, in the mean time, in all this strain and wonder
on our opposing sides of the world, struggling to reach one another,
we must continue to live in the same house.
Categories:
indigence, husband, life, love, passion,
Form:
Blank verse
We are caught up in this digital distance
Tangled in strings of binary code
Texting in sequence but in silence
Transmitting thoughts on keystroke roads.
We are caught up in tactile indigence
An impoverished need for human touch
We receive electronic mental perceptions
By fonts implied as such.
We are caught up in digital rambling
Ritualistic taps of thoughts and rhymes
Suffocating until we tap, release and enter
Into the electronically charged sublime.
Categories:
indigence, computer,
Form:
Rhyme
A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
Categories:
indigence, world,
Form:
Free verse
He was raised by different indigenes,
After being embedded in specialized tissue,
Those moments were tough,
And in fact, it wasn`t easy for the mum,
Did you recall that point the dad was contemplating in hard times?
That was all about their child’s successfulness to arrive in a failing world,
Perhaps, the couples never stationed their class on dignation and confidence,
Because all over their positions were seen panic and indigence,
From the prime time of their worthiness,
The family had their story written on board of joy and gratefulness,
Effort opened door for the child to be learned,
The child was impelled to stay victorious bit by bit when knew she was grabbing a career she always altered,
Like a joke said by a drunkard, it was just a meep rimmed,
Panting untimely was due to dribbles from blowing wind,
New season arrived when the family got asserted to be placed on broken home,
Everyone had no choice than to feel alone,
Except the child who chose to climb the ladder before she broke her heart bone,
The ladder was “drug addiction life”,
It was “immoral life”’
Then what else?
“Desertion”, that was the significance of the ladder,
On a wrong path the child walked, joined a queue that laid a faulty hand making her a blunderer,
Who advocated a topic of caring for her?
Nobody searched for her whereabouts,
Since both parents were remarried, she was left in a drought,
It`s very sad, because her life turned into a bout,
After sojourning in vagrancy,
She was shot on the field of robbery,
And now her body is still in the morgue,
Whilst investigators inquire about what went wrong.
But who deserves the blame?
Categories:
indigence, adventure,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
In the gray plantations, gaiety abound
Food and drink were superfluous a need
The little family did share every bit gathered
Perry and Merry slept not, till the nests were safe
In the quiet peace they prayed for that gracious day
Perry was conscientious and Merry gave her care
That joyful sunset when the quintuplet did appear
A wave of happiness did soar the air above
What a wonderful family they made
Terry, Ferry, Serry, Herry and Berry
As they beautifully soared after Merry each day
Their gray paraphernalia did display warmth
Until famine sent them to the greens one day
When Berry’s eye did blink and his mind carried away
To the world of color and wealth; beauty and fame
Opaquely covering its impiety and rancor
He would stay longer and glare at the beauty
Until he met Dicey, who said there was a way
But how could he contravene his family merits?
He was choking with the poverty and needed an air of wealth
At least a few wings for himself and the family will do
But Dicey looked dicey, yet Berry reserved his fears
To dare and surpass the thick cloud of indigence
Wrapping his family and creating bounds; above and below
Hand in hand, Berry and Dicey did fly to Patty the king
Berry humbly poured his plea till it flowed to Patty’s heart
But the conditions could not be ignored and Patty knew
The conditions were sacrificial; virtues for wealth
Berry did ponder of his priceless piety
Meticulously prepared for him by Merry with love
No! he said, as he suffered the repercussions of his folly
And endured the torturous disdain of that impure world
Back into the sweet arms of his humble cherubic family!
Categories:
indigence, animals, life, family, beauty,
Form:
Indigence and torch light might be beguiling to a visitor
When he aches for his anguish to deter
Chase tension and scrutiny avert
Yet enduringly rubbing shoulders with them hurts
Amounts to additional burdens and strains exerts.
Categories:
indigence, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
…to the dogs
He stared at the damp chilly night
and marveled in frustration
seeing nothing at all -
except the black night
So many years ruined dancing to the same tune
days and night overlapping into an endless timeless space
Indigence, parched throats, empty ragged pockets…
guns persist as unflawed blood flows into the filthy cesspools
maggie dogs, scavenger, urchins all blend into one
all in a split race for the a place in the bins
At first light
blurred images flash past his eyes
cheese and butter, wines, champagne, music and festivals
laughter and smiles
- the taste of a gone era
Flashy cars with tinted windows speed by
on the highway
towards the glass towers and
the affluence beyond the mind’s eyes
Numerous gaps along the road
shattered dreams, tattered bridges
dyed-in -the-wool banal lip services
Shame!
A curse from the bowels of the earth or
is it a monster
from our flesh and bones
or both?
Categories:
indigence, political, night, night,
Form:
ABC
My Cat
Intense elation fills my every fiber
as I sense delight arising from within her
while she gently discerns and replaces my pain
that instantly flees in her ardent embrace.
Who is this that has chosen me to be her
solitary lover? What demands arise from a dancing
heart that fixes her gaze upon my face
and perceives me as her endless elect?
Perhaps she is but a spirit floating through eternity
or even the whisper of God gently brushing my face.
She dances ethereally, unencumbered by concern
for life itself.
Even if I should be lost in infinity
she would detect me, and there attend to the
indigence she perceived without her
presence - - - this devotee, this shadowy soul.
Categories:
indigence, anxiety, cat, celebration, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
My Kind of Town
You said I’d find my freedom
There, where the cliff crags slip
into the dead thud of ocean:
Not yet kindred
Not yet able to place
Or misplace me.
I lost my children to the rain
There,
In that place
In that drowned sorrow.
A leap of faith to fall
Into the arms of the screeching rocks
Your abyss
Your farmland
With only the company of cows and crows,
The greens that hurt the eyes,
And the bellowed creek of the townsfolk
Blank-faced and silent as your northern hemisphered
Grey suits and Sunday-sausaged brunch.
It was not your fault Or theirs.
But the pull of the sun
And the cupped hands of indigence
Called me home:
Swallowed and goosed
To the south.
And here,
The dry-mouthed moon
Looks after my people
Cloaked in poverty, yet singing
Colourful mourning songs
In this,
the callous town
I call my own.
Categories:
indigence, africa, community,
Form:
Free verse
Feel the indigence approaching
Think of no-one and of nothing else
Heart-breaking, all consuming
Penniless pauper, from a storybook romance
“No mon, no fun”
I hear that
No nothing, no life
No growing full or fat
Who to turn to, who to run from
Incipient pauperdom permeates every thought
A threadbare mind to match threadbare costume
Unravelled, patchy, overwhelmingly fraught
Never overburdened with wealth
But enough to cover simple costs like clothes and heat and food
It should never have to come to this but it has
Only I can lay the blame upon myself
Not a lifetime of jeremiads
Some better stories were once told
Those times a yellowed memory now
Heart and soul, languid, limp and sere
Reduced to meagre, mere being
No possessions means no feeling
We all know that.
Pride as spent as the money itself
How poor, truly sorry
A pauper born, God help me
Categories:
indigence, confusion, loss, social,
Form:
Free verse