Best Pauper Poems
Neither pauper or a king
I've got nothing I could give
but for you I would live
Will you take me as I am?
(cause) I'd love to be your man
I've got nothing in this world
Got no diamonds got no pearls
Love for you to be my girl
Take my hand give it a whirl!
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
In love forever we would be
happy for eternity
What a blessing it would be
If you'd just say YES to me
Together, we can fly so high
through the endless starry sky
and just like a butterfly
our life will flutter by
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
And if you say YES to me
I'll make you so happy!
(cause) you are my destiny
Please, come set my soul free
Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but, I've got a wedding ring
be my wife, make my heart sing
with you I've got everything (I need)
Repeat chorus
Fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
June 4,2017
Categories:
pauper, destiny, love, proposal, romantic,
Form:
Lyric
THE PAUPER
Bent and frail, the old man stood
Seeking alms only when in need of food
Without any whining to gain sympathy
But an upturned palm and a silent plea
In the five odd years that I saw him on Lansdowne Road
To and from office with long strides as I strode
Merely a few times did he indicate his need
Which at first I ignored, as I did his creed
One afternoon, on my way back home
Engrossed in thought and walking alone
An upturned palm was thrust from the side
And I fished for change and my rancour died
After that, he ignored me a while
I felt he was testing me, as he would a child
A frugal life he lived, and his needs were few
To him it mattered little whence the ill wind blew
There is a temple off the road where he lived
Where the rich and powerful come to voice their need
And at the temple gate loiter a clutch of beggars
But never he; he sported different feathers
He shunned the spot where the pickings were fair
He had his dignity though his back was bare
A pungent odour still pervades the space he dwelt
Even a week after the morning of his death
Torso hanging forward between parted knees
His lips barely grazing mother earth for a farewell kiss
I saw him slouched thus, on that log that day
And distinctly recall it was morning, and the 14th of May
He died with dignity on his wooden throne
In death, as in life, he was all alone
I still don’t know what his story was
Nor how the dice of his fate was cast
Categories:
pauper, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
It is what it seems -
Another boy's dreams
Of Ronaldo fame.
His shirt is a shame,
His goal is the same -
True love for the game.
March 16, 2021
Categories:
pauper, poverty, soccer,
Form:
Verse
I can breeze the smell of garbage everywhere in the streets of brooklyn
the government let us down after a heat wave not sending trucks for the pick
as so easy to keep the rats at bay with votes as all we need is reality
a third world we became as the rich filled their pockets and my taxes for wars
sorry to burst your bubble you all but me not happy with the lack of wealth
not spend for the future you kidding me as the garbage we should get rid of
not a revolution but spend my money on infrastructure or else and not for war
palestinian israeli we are all the same all we want is our garbage out trust me
religion they put down our throat to keep you silent but in god I trust and sure
I can lit my candle to any saint I want but get rid of the garbage greedy bastard
making trillions as a dollar in my pocket I have a voice to tell you no more
as for ever america was at war to fill pockets and not yours but the ten sadly
Categories:
pauper, together,
Form:
Free verse
In life great riches had I, and
all that money could possibly buy
Before me lay great wealth and
Prosperity, but a lowly pauper was I
Acquiring great riches consumed me, but for
all those riches did afford only heartache and
sorrow for inside I was among men most poor
Destitute I was for I owned nothing that was lasting
For worldly treasures of silver and gold I gladly sold my soul
To great the price too great the loss!
I never knew worldly pleasures would exact such a high cost
For this great wisdom I now possess I must sadly confess
Gold and silver can help you on no further than the grave
where you lie, for you are a pauper when you die.
Categories:
pauper, depression, introspection, sorrow, silver,
Form:
Free verse
There are times, when I the pauper, pretend that I am King.
Power uncontested have I, the master of everything.
Beloved by all my subjects who adore me from afar.
Festivals honoring this miracle me, my name etched in the stars.
Tailored cloths adorned with jewels to cover my royal hide.
A simple tear or pin prick drip and I toss them all outside.
The finest foods from around the world brought in each time I dine.
Fill the goblets of glowing gold with most luxurious wine.
My leisure is of royal command my joy by royal decree
Just think of it, a whole Kingdom thinking me High and Mighty.
A knock disturbs my nap one day in late afternoon.
Another ball in my honor at the next full moon.
Posing for another sculpture, another portrait commissioned.
This bard’s song of my good deeds, and that one’s new rendition.
My every day so busy now, my Kingdom must prepare,
Strong against our enemies, may they all beware.
I toil over strategies and rulings of my court.
Solving problems of those little people with whom I do not consort.
Into bed I fall asleep exhausted every night.
My advisers unrelentingly needing my ear at first light.
More battles to be won today new subjects fall in line.
Soon the entire world it seems might very well be mine.
The people they need food and drink, I must divide the lands.
The royal lists of would be Lords, all under my command.
Arguments continue on it seems they never end.
So many to bow before me and yet I’m without one friend.
Every decision a higher cost, nothing’s simple on this throne.
It has been near fifteen years since I had some time alone.
Slumping on my golden throne, lost in royal thought.
Sometimes when I am King I pretend that I am not.
Categories:
pauper, funny, happiness, introspection, socialme,
Form:
Couplet
English,the pauper.
I am Mr English,standing on a side walk,
For ,I get carried away,when I hear them talk.
I sometimes borrow and sometimes steal
A word or sound ,just to get a feel
Dal becomes Doll and tea is just some Chai
But ,when Hello, becomes Hi,all I do is sigh!
The tasty broth of language does have local spice
Where 'Yeah,Yo and Yehhh', are sandwiched on the same slice
I wonder, how this rich diction, would stand the ugly test
Where OMG, LOL & SELFIES, do have their nest
I,English, was a king that ruled the kingdom of communication,
Now ,I'm reduced to a pauper with awful pronunciation .
An appeal from this pauper ,is plain you see,
Do not suck out my essence ,when you do use me!
Categories:
pauper, funny,
Form:
Free verse
It is better to be a pauper in paradise
Than a hero in chaos,
For a pauper in paradise can still
Partake in plentiful simple pleasures,
Yet a hero in chaos is neither free
From untimely death nor above the
Corrosive attrition that fear begets.
All rights released into Public Domain
Categories:
pauper, allusion, anxiety, peace, philosophy,
Form:
Alliteration
Colours are mixed
Seasons are fixed!
Essence of beauty - Such joint; a necessity!
The phlegm signifies our stench,
On whose bulging shoulders shall they bear?
Phlegm taken out of joy; crumbs out!
The road is just two-friendly,
For the pauper knows the colours of the night-rain
Both sides of the story, clumsily kills giants!
The stench of the pauper run-un much much!
Both the kèlèbè and the colours; form a beauty!
Is it beauty for the saucy pauper?
If our àlejòs see this, shall they run?
Or for the colours shall they crave for?
Then, let's dance to the shameful dance of gesutures
then.
Visitors abode further not, on our salient island.
Whose fault?
Eejó taani?
Saucy or her children; the colours?
Blood shall wipe out our foil and fault!
Let's hope for the shining star-
Let's work for the blest not,
Blest be cursed.
Bless be great!
Categories:
pauper, satire
Form:
ABC
Pauper’s wealth
is in rich man’s wallet
pauper’s plate of food
lies in rich man’s table
Categories:
pauper, irony, leadership, people,
Form:
Free verse
Onto the parchment of my pain I write
Journal you are my only release
where the story of my ache can be told
Once I held the riches of her heart in my hands
The very substance that placed love upon the throne of my kingdom
Fate had her hand to play
For her rules be dictated by none
Dealt to the many
Her avarice to satisfy
Unto the dungeon of your cold heart I was banished
To be a soul that doth crave her attention
Won't she heed my call?
Hearken unto the sounds of my cry
Mercy, I beg of you
Clinging in desperation of her touch
Worthy only of the paucity of her depth to love
My being laden with the burden of regret and need
Conflicts of my mind
A war of the heart and soul
Hungering for a taste of her lips
My gluttony only to be satisfied with the scraps of love thrown from her table
Once I was her King
I remain ever faithful now
Her loving pauper
Categories:
pauper, devotionheart, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
a man of means and meager will
perched upon his window sill
playing vague for the promise of power
sings a song of a beg for the borrow
last chance, take the lead or follow
deny the headline buried shallow
a wink for here today gone tomorrow
patronize our cornerstone
lie to cover a backbone
stand upon the working hands
a great pretender in command
the artistic gesture moves the band
a flaunt for the sake of humanity
jaded swinging on a strand
depravity seeks a bended knee
prosperity stands with hypocrisy
all to shake down a charity
inspires food for the Frey
feed the mighty, deny the small
the future strums for us all
as the fool dances, a fool circle
a lust to hunt is the pounce of greed
posed the tiger crouching mean
we see a coward dwelling in debris
fallen deep beside the seeds for spring
every bloom fighting for the surface
eager to bend, flourish, live to die savage
the grasp to breathe, a place to seethe
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Categories:
pauper, america, conflict, inspiration, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Boomers Prince or Pauper
David J Walker
Remembering when young
boomers knew
That a quarter really mattered
As juvenile consumers grew
The choices always flattered
Displayed in rows at
the corner store
The buying power pondered
A quarter could last
An hour or more
Before its value squander
Remember the times when
Quarters and dimes
Were at the root of children’s chatter
And now in tin pans and coffee cans
The pennies and nickels are scattered
Occasionally counted carefully
in stacks of silver and copper
remembering the value
that used to be the difference of a
prince or a pauper
Categories:
pauper, money, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
We celebrate Valentines day , we celebrate Teachers day ,
we celebrate childrens day , we celebrate mothers day .
Alas ! Why we don't celebrate a poor beggar's day ?
A beggar on the roadside ,
With stick and a begging bowl on his side .
Life for him is a curse ,
He has nothing to purse .
He begs for alms
With his open palms .
Sometimes he will be obliged ,
with a happy feeling , he will be budged .
People scowl at him and glare ,
None thinks of his welfare .
His sorrows no one share ,
He has a small piece of cloth to wear ,
Which is big enough for him to cover his body bare.
He has to die with his ailments ,
Because he can't afford to pay for his medical treatments .
When he dies , no one is bothered about his funeral ,
No one makes him a sepulcher ,
Because he is a pauper
Hence he is a beggar .
Life for him is woe ,
Hope is dumb.
The world says go ,
And the grave says come .
-GTR
Categories:
pauper, 10th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
ABC
Living emotions and feelings
In the silent heart,
Creates awful sounds of pain...
Motto of peace bugles
To the dreadful war...
As opinion changes to every humans...
Victory for the nation from the death of humans,
Sounds scary,
Albeit it is termed as justice..
Colours of the skin,
Determined the values of humans,
Though the bloods cannot be white....
Pains of poor never be heard,
Pains of pauper
Remains unheard, eventhough pains of animals are cared..
Peace from death,
Respect from colour of skin,
Unheard pain of poor - sounds scary
Albeit justified through wealth...
Weird to hear....
But common to humans - cause, opinion changes..
Categories:
pauper, feelings, pain, poverty, racism,
Form:
Free verse