Best Needy Poems
World is amazing,as described by philosophers
but...what actually in world is amazing
The suffering,of those caught by the waves of fate.
Why there are rich and poor,
god could have created only rich!
Then why did he do so,to make the world balanced.
Rich can serve poor by loving them and giving them,
so they are blessed with more.
Poor can survive with the help of rich.
Balance which is needed,created by our god...but,
is it followed ?
Rich are becoming more rich and poor are still in the hands of poverty
Condition of world is wonderful.
God, fooled by the rich.
The balance of world is lost..
World fears god...its shivering is heard in many parts.
Help the world god.....please..
Needy
Wants!
They are so hard to handle.
Everyone has one, even if they don’t want one.
Some try to hide theirs, but it shows.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news.
What are they exactly?
Hard to say. They show up in different ways…
all the time.
Disguised as unrest, colored in the corners…
by regret, and disobedience.
Yet, we put them back in the cage.
Cornered for the moment.
Work to pay the bills, our lives so rounded.
Work to eat and sleep and work again.
Is there no end?
Dreams should be big, meaningful and above all…
“attainable” to everyone to some degree.
Not everyone is a singer, but we all sing.
Not everyone is a lover, but we all long to love.
When do you give in, to the willingness to live?
When it is advantageous to the betterment of tomorrow.
Until then work, and save for today,
The future, is mine…(yours, ours)
I have a need, but am not needy.
I have a desire, but not unclean.
I have a value set, that I wish to give…
Payment is not necessary as my requirement(s)
will then, be met by prayer.
“Want”(s) will no longer be necessary,
as I will be fulfilled.
Woe am I to whom your words have torn bits
Out from my heart only to smooth, console
Until I have again untangled wits.
Needful, I beg you patch this jagged hole
Drilled into my heart by your darkened soul.
The pastor was feeling quite blue,
Pennies on his plate were few,
So he gave a blazing rendition
On the church's tithing tradition
And the pennies on his plate soon grew.
On this UBI's Day, May 1st, to observe the greatest socioeconomic concept ever conceived.
You can't have all you want
but not having all you need,
it's a pity, unworthy economic being,
don't expect a man plant
growing grains, fruits and juices,
rise to the heights
of your human nature's creator,
make them a gift,
and have as gift
life's gift, for piece of mind,
with our society's work.
Still hunger is a scare,
unconsciously makes you
rushing running hurrying pushing.
Why, ask your god and,
bring the answer down to earth.
Say it to the tall powers
to whom earth belongs to,
what's misery for,
while there is plenty.
Where is my piece of mind
and fulfillment.
Other species await in you,
without sorrow questions
so without negative fellings,
freer about its wellbeing.
Forces of petty power up there
must do what's needed,
powers abstract, unknown,
like the sky,
always as far as started going to it.
Who are they, that stop me,
can't really see them,
I'm changing them
and they remain the same.
A new human being may emerge,
to live life as was meant to be,
effortlessly, with society's work.only.
I walked across the sparkling morning dew.
A path where once uncommon beauty grew.
A bench we shared, woeful, lone, and broken,
echoes a promise that we had spoken.
Our world the moment and so full of love.
Hope flowed freely through soft currents above.
Your gentle hand entwined within my own,
A deeper love no one has ever known.
Romantic dreams still swirl across the air
with each heartbeat I feel a dull despair.
The mist now turns to a luminous fog,
a solo love song from a crooning frog.
You have gone and now so has this garden
abandoned to winds that grant no pardon.
I sit among the dried and withered weeds
and ask the Lord, my early death He speeds.
To seek his sparkle through these moonlit eyes
my anguished heart wistfully yearns and cries.
Speed me to his long awaited embrace
and hasten me from this pitiful place.
Help the Needy
By Elton Camp
You see them standing outside the door
Often at your favorite Wal-Mart store
Donations they ask that you give
So others a better life can live
Cancer fund, heart fund all are there
In the hope that customers will care
But the last time I went there to shop
The fund raising made my jaw drop
It was for Wal-Mart employees in need
Low wages created by corporate greed
Under a roof thatch born,
The flesh of my mama torn,
I wish I was never born,
As that day my mama was gone.
A cup of water to me is a trophy,
A tea-spoon full of honey, I am lucky.
A teenager, my head bears cement bulky
In the site as my sweat makes my tongue taste salty.
Red spots body-over, a daily routine
As mosquitoes make me their protein
As I lay at night without a curtain
And clothes I possess without button.
My mates on Sundays I see wearing the tie,
As at me they stare while passing by
Like a dirty dog about to die.
Begging, I notice not my cry.
In anticipation, I await the day
Where from church a man shall to me say
“Your pain is over boy so come my way”
Like the after storm sun-ray.
small
favors
can become
tedious chores
which drain energy
consuming time
and money
headache
large
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written June 28, 2021
submitted to "Say It In Nine" poetry contest
sponsored by Joseph May
[syllables checked by HMS]
Four basic things that we all do need.
Our bodies crave them with actual greed.
The first is oxygen in the air
In just a few moments, quite the scare.
You need it to make ATP
And form water but not for pee.
This water you can breathe out warm
And fog a mirror, hot blooded life form.
The next is water, the liquid of life.
Just one day without it and you feel the strife.
Dizzy you get
Quite upset
And you’d do anything just to feel wet.
A few days long is all you can go
And after three days you really know
That your time is up and you are through
And there’s little that you can do.
Sleep is next, not many know this
And no one likes it when they miss
A good night’s sleep every night
Without it you never feel quite right.
So how long can you go without sleep?
The question is rather deep.
We can’t play with people like mice.
Even if we did, would the results be precise?
We really don’t know
How long we can go
But studies do show
That animals will forego.
Lastly we have food.
Oh, how good.
How long can we go without food
Before our body is permanently screwed?
And when I say, permanently screwed
I’m trying to allude
To the fact that if you then eat
The damage done will not retreat.
So just how long is this time we speak?
About a month and then you’re too weak
To do anything but stare and peek.
I indeed need the things you crave
but will not make myself a stark slave.
Men who are truly in need
do not gather grains in greed...
There are no storehouses in the grave.
I need no golden chain and classy shoes,
there are better things for me to choose...
a heart void of hatred,
and some clothes for the naked.
What does a great river have to lose?
For every high and mighty mountain,
there is a fresh and fragrant fountain...
we do not have to impress,
there is no need to oppress...
The needy and the greedy are death's gain.
In needy nite
I pray the hardest,
as I walk
I am a cloud on the run,
a faceless gasp awaits
my every twist of the tongue-
it is here,
in the sun,
where we are rung,
when we are fun
and enjoyed in a lump some…
Being in heat is
such grave emotion-
such that I estrange from
just to be different,
to be alien,
in every absorbing encounter...
But the leak becomes pensive
the more I devour.
Being it monster or beast,
I define things in a shower,
because the later you start to lead,
the more you will scowl,
but at the dangerous dock,
I cower,
break nose,
and invent a stare,
doing it for the weed,
and for the pair,
family is walking and talking
but I remain out-there,
on drugs-
and totally bear.
So where to go-there?
On page, with glasses and hair?
It's 4:20 pm and I'm awake and infrared,
implosive, and scared
of catching a chair,
upside down,
with a nose and a stare-
will I or will I not be out-there?
Is the question to be impaired,
because now I have care,
for many years I have prepared-
...coming in a jump,
I am going to leap,
into the song,
and sing lead.
I just need to be held
I need to be caressed and blessed with your unconditional love
I need to be taken care of
Not like an invalid, but like a fragile piece of art
Wanting to be adored, admired and set your senses on fire
I need the space between us to grow closer like hot cheddar between 2 slices of bread
I need you to be sweet to me like juicy melon on a summer day
I need you to cherish me like found treasure from the ocean
This here, is what I need
no job to go to . . .
I don't like needing your help -
what else can I do?
Assignment: 25,000 dollars to help a needy family
There is such a place that is for sale for twelve thousand dollars
I would do some minor renovations for seven thousand
Turn on the utilities one thousand dollars
Stock the shelves with groceries six hundred dollars
Window treatments four hundred dollars
The remainder would go to buy a car or pay utilities
For Carol's contest