Best Poverties Poems

There are all kinds of poverty
and no sin in being poor
yet, beauty in its truest form
always will endure.

Disparity has its price to pay
when greed becomes...

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Moist brown rice bountiful bowl
drenched in salt tears cold.
Seasoned with the sweat of toil
clean water sun boiled.
Overflowing dish
enough food
a dream!...

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In London
A young woman
walks the streets
Laddered tights
Swollen feet.
Sells her body
So her kids can eat.
Is  She the one to Blame?

In Gambia
A man so poor
Addicts ...

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This land was your land this land is their land
yet sad is my tail of woe as people steal and gloat
the Ottoman wealth was gained
from...

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I think I recall
way back in balmier lemon-delivery days,
which already feel Golden Ruled
and Ratioed
and Elixired
by comparison,
when the Affordable Care Act
was referred to as the Democrat...

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JUST WRONG 

Throughout my life’s journey, I chanced to see,
Many things to this day that bother me,

The things that chose the path of my destiny,
the...

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In backyards of my history
lies a tidal river
of ebb and flow revolutions.

These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions
back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity,
diastatic and...

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The hillock, the bell
The swept terraces
The swept minds.

The white wood hall
The reflecting pools
The reflecting minds.

The weedless gardens
both in brain and curtilage.

The temple grounds.
The temple gives
...

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Progress of Pilgrims
David J Walker

Poverties refugees 
In portions of wealth 
for the making
Sunbaked promises 
	Cotton spun gold
Such are the 
stories told 
For the taking 

In...

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A MINSTREL, OR A BARD, OUT OF TIME, IN A WORLD I DIDN'T MAKE(THANK GOD, I 
WOULDN'T WANT THE BLAME)



THE POINT OF IT ALL
IN READING...

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We are pushed in living 
And believing 
That world has changed 
And liberty is inked with golden page 

Go all over 
And you shall discover...

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A MINSTREL, OR A BARD, OUT OF TIME, IN A WORLD I DIDN'T MAKE(THANK GOD, I 
WOULDN'T WANT THE BLAME)



THE POINT OF IT ALL
IN READING...

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Ghost, 
Of poverty.
Sits upon a dusk chair,
Secluded as a forgotten smile.
Secluded as the pale rose,
Beneath the dusk chair of,
Poverties Ghost.
Where words,
Never,
Leave the seclusion of their,...

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I want to hide in the closet
My heart jumps with fear
I wish I wasn't here
The arguing begins to come to an end 
Tears began to...

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Mortal:                        ...

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