Best Rags Poems

You see us everywhere you go
Every corner of your street house our offspring
Every bridge in your city has become our refugee camp
We are the people you call peasant
We are the peasants with pleasant rags

You see us at the entrance of your estates
You see us at...

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Scarecrows dressed in rags

As haunted human beings

Fall down to the ground...

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I have heard of it,
I was in it,
I have imagined it,
But I am yet to experience it.

What is this dream?
Who is this dream for?
Is it a dream for the wealthy and the powerful?
The politicians and the Gangs?
The Cartels and the Mafia?
Drugs and substance abuse?

Is it...

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Slain without swords they are 
Though the airy wordly air 
They inhale yet in graceless lack

Behold in the colony of wretchedness
Naked children begging alms
From brothers-not brothers

See as flies soar above sores
On their broken soles pus to lick
From the leaking flesh of starving souls

Don't their ribs...

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Looking around at others
Pure envy is what i see,
They have beautiful things
For its hand downs for me.

I want a new career
But what am i to do,
I have no real experience
At least compaired to you.

My clothes have no style
I need to win the lottery,
Oh what i...

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A pauper begs at the town gate
and sets, each day, a date with fate.
He harbours dreams where riches flow
but morning finds him on skid row.

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On a cold and grey Mississippi morn
a poor little baby boy was born
in the ghetto

His mama and daddy were just so poor
no money to feed and clothe one more
and his mama cried

Afraid her babe would get cold in a storm
she made a quilt of rags...

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The Worlds human snakes have raised the stakes,
From table scraps to pies and cakes.

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From Riches to Rags


Most human beings are living like ghosts,
Not really knowing what the future holds.
Whilst we wash in the slime, 
In our own cardboard homes.


There is a building, that is your home.
Once picture perfect; now in ruins after a cyclone.
Now like those you once...

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He looked at grandma in shock and said,
“What are those rags sticking out of your head?”
“I needed curls, “ she replied.
“No money, hot rollers died –”
Optimistic, hair curled on rags instead....

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'Twas Christmas when Cinder’s went to the ball
In the most romantic season of all
She looked so pretty
A prince so dishy
Danced each dance with her, till she heard her call.

The call came when the clock struck at midnight 
Cinder's ran quickly as she could, in fright
Before...

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Why is he roaming the streets begging bread?
He used to have a good head. What did he do
Wrong he used to be healthy, wealthy, and strong,
All the girls were running him down, now he is
begging for money all over town.

He never helped a soul when...

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”Negative words can create a negative image of self; embrace negativity and let it be fuel to your inner positivity, to see self in a positive light.”

Quote _by Poet

For many years I struggled to see my self-worth,
Thought I was a useless piece of discarded trash.
My...

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the winter is coming , the cold breeze whispered;
he clung to his rags , cursed and shivered,
the birds fly past to the homes warmer,
curious eyes following the back of the lone traveller,
chirping as if to awake him in his sleep;
he hears them, feel their eyes...

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