Best Poorness Poems
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With your heads way up your :]ssa[:
You will never accomplish the win
I got shots that will protect me from your rabid ways
After you fell into a non-stop falling disease,
Your movements weakened
Straight from a dried up well,
Every day you frolic in a disorder that causes more brain damage
With progressive mental retardation
You continue to lick the top of your cleft lips
He is the saddest sadist human that ever lived!
So sad he has to live with himself every night
Kissing his young ones Goodnight
In ways I can't even breathe to tell
The way he follows rabbits down the bunny hole
Killing each laughing hare
Wiping smiles, leaning in,
The madness in Alice's Wonderland
Madder and Madder The Hatter
Revealing
Your boldness is nothing more than baldness
A man in a monkey suit
Molesting the minds of his idiotic circle,
Trying to kill the joy, not knowing
We don't care about his false Harvard WAY
I rather stay here dropping out, than pretending
Following his made-up perception, a cropped out waste
His taste, my best copypaste, he jacked on
A stench, they left behind when open mouths laugh
He educates by attacking women better than his own
Silently to the top of his knife, he stalks nakedly
Removing a few poems he plagiarized
His Poorness, brought many to donate to the salvation of his army
Sadness Delivered by the Joy Killing Poet and his little pigs
Cross My heart and hope to die!!!
~SKAT~
My life is like a movie
well in my eyes I can truly be the ruling
I'm the doozy, Uzi shooting through the rooting
super-computing, fusing routine, never will use these
suiting every few, cleverly blue
see who? me looting every noose
I'm severing, choose to openly rue the recipe soon
why? I earned what worth my brain stirred
the curse, the pain hurts
the search for lame burns
they burst away first
in vein, I lay crazed, when I say hey
I feel they may make fate, destiny a gate
to make way for the day, decay great
face hate to be ate, ached, eight by eight shamed, by the rain saint
pourin' poorness upon the fortune
forced to force feed forty four before we orbit coarsely
im boarding, morphing for these unholy moly forces
I'm holding royal loyalty, I fully see the rhyme dulling
coldly spine showing time, breakin' like folding my soul in nine
for the care of sharing the fire for the fight
in the focus on the light when I write it right, just get excited
THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN
Oh Poverty, Oh poverty, Oh poverty...
There is a money tree in the Warlock’s Garden.
Before you slept, you wish for a better way.
Your mother is sick and your father is dead.
Do well in school and live for a moment.
Your poorness will disappear because you have been chosen to remove bad faith
and bring luck upon you.
Do not ever say it is not a blessing.
The thought will bring disaster.
Your magnifier is your mind in thought.
Exemplary, your ideas are.
If you are now in a scrape, don't be the condemner of your faith.
Good I am to those who know a truthful way.
The Money Tree is in the Warlock’s Garden.
~Free Verse/Verse Drama 15 lines... No meter is chosen by the Author.~
Edited and revised March 10, 2018.
Bazaar,
Storing all a"s,the bazaar,
Of the three one is profit,
Bazaar like the heart of the township,
Supplying noise commodities to the ear consumers free,
A place buying richness and selling poorness,
Most of the sellers only with minds but hearts,
Money is like blood running all over the Shop nerves,
Some buys,some sells,some bags and some begs,
Also some bugs drawing blood in the down town,
The debt rolling like wheels,
Very busy like only today no tomorrow's,
The merchants of Venice sits,
Shylocks carrying fault scales to weigh flesh,
Bazaar,the chased satan's official bungalows!
Poverty,
The very shallowness of poverty swallows me,
Like a snake swallows a mouse.
Poorness,
It is the cause of my muscle's soreness,
Because my bones are too porous.
Cuts,
In salaries and work time and such,
Makes me wish that I was rich very much.
Eating,
Mayonnaise sandwiches,
Is not one of life's advantages.
Wealth,
Means a lot to me even though
I don't have it .
Stealth,
I claim ownership of this quality.
So after I labor diligently and stealthily
No longer will I let shallow poverty
Swallow me.
written in Fall 2004
while still @ college ULM
before economy was declared to be awful it was already awful in Monroe, LA
for a large group of certain people who were rich with talent and skills and no means to use
it at home.
I COULD OF DONE THE RIGHT THING
I COULD OF TOLD HER WHAT I MEAN
I COULD OF SHOWED HER OTHER THINGS
SOME OF WHAT SHE HAD NEVER SEEN
I SHOULD OF HONORED OR VOWS
BUT I HURT YOU BAD I SEE IT NOW
I REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I DO
I PROMISED TO HONOR YOU
IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH
POORNESS AND WEALTH
TILL DEATH DO US PART
BUT I GAVE ANOTHER MY HEART
Form:
Did a wonderful job indeed,
gave a justified twist to the taste.
Allowed the type writer
to type it's own emotions,
ball of events-it's own sequence of motions.
Still the concrete pillar
will erect itself-
eight-bent,nine-folded.
Marvels may swing and sail
like strings and strays.
The richness
will be generous quite,still;
The poorness
will have a strong pull,as usual.
Tell the mass
not to come with bouquet or brick-bat
henceforth.
Every ingratitude
need not come forth
with an explanation.
Rather sin-
the mud,the filth,the petrified,
let them have a long spell!
Definitions,if nature of things demands
may change.
Weakness,helplessness,passion
should have their own version of reason.
Be they bitter or sour
need the attention at their service.
SCULPTURED BY POORNESS
by Shyane A. Roa
One scratch, one peck as they fondly call me,
I am seen as nobody in the community
Yes, I am a beggar in the street
I am a woman who wears a dirty outfit
I work during the day and study at night
Hoping to have a future that was so bright
But the way I acted was unpleasant to many
They really hated my personality
Every day I am begging for food to live
I became a servant just to survive
No one can dim my clear and bright visions
Because this is me, with a strong determination
I can endure life, no matter how tough
Even they hated me I will continue my journey
Rejection is my inspiration
Obstacle is my key to build my ambition
As of now, it’s my dream to have my career,
I am proud that once I became a pauper,
Because I was molded to become resilient
And face life with joy and merriment
I first met you in a bar,
After I admired your car
We were both so young and free,
I just wanted you to notice me.
As we danced to and fro,
You said that I should know,
That you never wanted to let me go
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
On our wedding day,
You said you’d be beside me in every way
As we danced to and fro,
You said you would never let me go
Through sickness and health,
Through poorness and wealth,
That we would be together,
For always and forever
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
On our honeymoon,
You said forever was a day too soon,
So for forever and a day,
We’d be together for now and always
You said we would tour the seven seas, Just you and me
You promised that for the rest of your life,
You’d make me proud to be your wife
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
You left me on a sunny day,
Saying we’d be together for now and always
But now I’m wearing your wedding band,
Holding a folded flag in my hand
As they lower your casket in the ground,
Our son doesn’t make a sound
He salutes you as we say goodbye
Tears cloud my eyes as I start to cry
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
NOTHING TO SOMETHING
I might be nothing
Though this nothing I am is made up of the most precious minerals,
But I am meant to be something.
I may come from nowhere
Though that no where I come from is filled with the most beautiful treasures
And just by seeking you could find them.
I might be silent I agree
But I am yet the loudest
And just by listening you might hear the sound of the true me.
I might be the weakest I agree
But yet the toughest to be deceived
To misleads I can defeat.
I might be easy to brake
Though I am the strongest
But I am meant to be toughest.
I might be the softest I agree
But I climbed through the roughest surface.
I am the coolest
But yet conquer the hotness you impose
I am dark in skin
But yet very bright I dream.
You might be the richest
But can’t afford the poorness I oppose
If YOU are the SWEETEST, I AM the SOWEREST
But yet the combination is the SMOOTHEST to rejoice
Either you believed the message is released
#by YondieG the dumb dude
But yet bigger in thoughts!!!!!!!
And empty swing creaks
In Trinidad alone in the dark
The same one I swing her on
Many years ago in the same park
It’s the first time I see it
Since I was twenty years
Just looking at it brings back
The pain and the tears
She said that she is so sorry
And wish to get me back again
Said the poorness of her parents
Made her cause me so much pain
When I got in the accident
And every one though I died
And I laid in alone in a coma
She said many nights she had cried
She though I would not come back
And she wanted to wait till eternity
But my friend use his father wealth
And her parents force her to marry
Then months after when I pull thru
Her heart just died in side
She broke down where she was
And everyday just she cried
Their marriage end in divorce
Because it was never build on love
And she said every living second
I’m the one she’s thinking of
The day I awake in the hospital
My first words was to call her name
But she was not there
And I ask them why she did not came
No one wanted to tell me
That she’s not going to come again
Then an arrow when thru my heart
And from that day I live in pain
How did I survive I don’t know
I put my head down and breathe
I live alone for many years
Only going out to get what I need
Although many years have past
But every day I wake in the hospital
And I know it’s just in my mind
But it won’t leave me at all
I feel sorry for her now
An although she is sorry for her doing
I will always keep her in my heart
But I can never love her again
Today is the day we become husband and wife
Today's the beginning of our beautiful life.
Together we join our hearts to become one
Looking to the future remembering what we've done.
You have become the center of my world alone
My love for you over the years has grown.
Today as we start our life together before all
I do vow to cherrish your love and to be beck at your call.
Togther we'll build our life onto soild ground
And later on to become a family with kids running around.
Today I give you everything I have to give
My heart and my soul are all yours for as long we live.
I'll be there for through sickness and health
I'll support you through poorness and wealth.
You're the one person who's always been there
Today and forever it's my turn to show you how much I care.
With this ring, I become your partner for life
The one and only person you can rely on, your eternal wife.
Today your last name becomes mine too
As I recevie it with honor, love, and pride, I do take you.
Form:
Love
Done By Tivia Thompson
Love is not about abuse or money.
Love is, the respect, communication, kindness, sharing, caring and humbleness.
Love is the compassionate, and full of integrity.
Love is the worth of joy, excitement, happiness and enjoyment.
Love is not about the person past, or richness or poorness or lived on a side road. Its the respect that the person hàve given to you and their personality.
On a day such as today
or any other numbered and limbered day
you may say to yourself that the birds are singing and the sky is blue.
It is you, however, who sing internal and ring eternal.
The bells of forgiveness brazen the snows of chance,
as you peruse the catalogs of unused news.
You somehow choose amongst the myriad of sad and cloistered clinging thoughts
thoughts that lie.
sometimes bruised and sometimes tied, or fit to be,
to the bedpost overnight.
Awake to find your sight restored.
and all your poorness all the less unproven and removed.
Guide your fingertips across the surface of the air.
Touch like liquid, hot or cold, brazen in it’s crispness cutting, or standing off in some dark tremor extending feelings tentative and new
Yes!
It reaches achingly for you and you are touched.
Return with both hands grasping life with boldness of blazing lightning struck.
Everyday
Everyday
Every single new and glorious day.
Find a new and different way to touch this life.
Bring forth book, candle, and unstained curtain
and parted be the page and such be certain;
that any tiny portal gazed upon will give sweet measure to
the flight of ending voyage journeyed, NOW.
Pray be how this journey won.
This moving prayer from the lips of God:
Your Life!
Oh if one could only live this way
to give such sacred gifts away,
tears would be of liquid gold,
all the stories ever written
all the stories ever told
Be True!
That is the unbelievable love I wanted
That is the unrequited love I wanted
Amid thousands of pandemics or epidemics
you did never leave me
In heavy rain, drought, and volcanic eruptions
even in strong earthquakes
you were steadfast forever
You never told anyone,
Keep your mouth shut! Listen to me you arrogant!
You never persuaded someone to become a poet
Yet, in all countries of the world, in all languages
there are millions of poems only on you
Even in hundreds of ridicules or insults
you did never leave me
All the dirt of my mind and
all false accusations,
you are the one who wiped carefully
though your clothes became torn and dirtier
Yet you never ever said
that you also had some needs
Yet, in a dark poor cottage
in the midst of fragmented light
in your timid, sad watery eyes
I could see the poorness of this world
That is the unconditional love I wanted
That is the mesmerizing love I wanted
Every time one dies
in this town, village, or anywhere else
you have found yourself guilty
But those who could but never care
why someone dies in hunger, insomnia, or fear!
who is actually responsible for a death?
Still,
I wanted to live innumerable times at your touch
in the heart of this burnt country,
I wanted to be born again and again just for you
In any struggle, in any failure
you did never leave me
For every human being
From you
That is the unbelievable love I wanted
That is the unrequited love I wanted!