Best Slum Poems

in my tepory shelter
out in the cold 
no one knows what 
each knight will unfoled, 
you get so hungry 
you can allmost hear your stomache cry
when its below zero 
your to scared to sleep 
incase you die,
you colud maybe find some dry newspappers
to put inside...

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in my tepory shelter
out in the cold 
no one knows what 
each knight will unfoled, 
you get so hungry 
you can allmost hear your stomache cry
when its below zero 
your to scared to sleep 
incase you die,
you colud maybe find some dry newspappers
to put inside...

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Rapid urbanisation of the last century
causes more slums to mushroom
in the major cities of the world
particularly in developing countries.
Unplanned townships make it difficult 
for government to plan for better
service delivery such as roads,
electricity,health,water and sanitation.
Local planning authorities should halt 
illeagal allocation of land which leads...

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The men didn’t sleep even after dark, 
clanging steel and creating sparks beneath moonlight
working away at the shackled houses
She stood in the room with her back to the empty window
looking at the little feet protruding from the blankets 
like little fireflies, steadily glowing because they...

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There is no world without sins
It is written so
The birth of humanity was the first sin
Sinning flowed like lava from the mountain tops

Sinners and sins
The world to some may seem dark and grim
Floral looks the most beautiful and virgin when is dying
Exquisite and exotic before...

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Slum

Where hard looks and thin soup oppose,
the spider, cockroach, rat, and mouse dispute
in patient litigation or in border raids
our title to this world. 

There is no mystery, it boils down to food.
Our ruined lunches providing theirs
as Roman baths provided stones
for abbeys of a different creed.

They...

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His life echoes in misery in his tin house,
as the arms of the law crackdown on rioters,
who get their money from politicians.

Selling second-hand clothes is his main job,
but the council officers extort money from him,
leaving him dry, frustrated and teary. His face shows
he's seen a...

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My Pond in a slum

 

My pond will always be in a slum

to quench the thirst of my people

My garden will always be there

to spread shadow in all hot Noons

My home and my soul will always be there

to educate and to lift them in this...

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We slum dwellers strive through arduous thistles of hardship
We tough it out through the mere adroitness of apprenticeship
We writhe morosely, carrying the world over our shoulders
But we tussle toughly the travails like soldiers
We're the slaves that bolster the aplomb of the upper crust
The hapless mendicants...

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Frost batters the slum
The alley cat plays the piano 
Bat cries spear the soul...

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I clinged on to my mother,
and tightened my arms.
I saw the child roadside,
with so much of richness and charm.

I saw the chocolate in his hand,
and the furr jacket he wore.
he demanded on by one,
and everything his mother could bore.

He was carried and thrown,
ans swayed in...

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My manuscripts are hers.
I find no solace in puddles, 
 no security in single, silver spoons.
She is there, always.
 
 My breath is not safe.
Her ghosts floats out in puffs,
that so go to the very ozone.
Like a dirty cigarette from my nose,
(I am like a...

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A slum outside Paris 

A cardboard city thrives a place where no one has 
to pay the rent and electricity are purloined.
is it impossible for middle -class folk to understand 
but the Roma thrive despite living by a city dump 
where you dump your trash...

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Slum gangsters
I'll wash my hands
In your blood
Dare i catch you selling
Alcohol to children...

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The slum

 When I was born the manger was occupied 
I got a cot at a Home run by the salvation- army
and stayed the until my step-grandmother committed suicide  
by jumping out of the third-floor window, she was going 
to join my grandfather
A funny...

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