Breadline Poems - Poems about Breadline

...The smell of French bread baking, seeps through the kitchen roof and the women wearing aprons of assorted colors and fine knitted hat kneading stiff dough in big pudding pans. They kept moving f......

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...Did you get the memo from the boss Stocks are way down they took a big loss Now he said he can't afford our pay Looks like unemployment's on the way......

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...Written: October 4th 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An untapped jewel in a secluded nook. A home down with treasures to brook It is a phony ossuary, hence the ......

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...I, the blue-eyed, bright haired reprobate, A product of the nanny state, raised on free-to-air TV and value cans of rice pudding, lament the current climate on a tiresome bus ride home, glasse......

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...Christmas comes around once every year Feeling of happiness, toasting good cheer What does it now mean? I ask myself Material things replacing god's wealth?. What about people who go without? ......

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...GOING FORWARD Who will bring about World War three, Which continent will it be, To unlock the frustrations of the poor, From within their very core, And unleash their long felt wrath, A wrath......

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...Paul and Lydia were ambushed while paying respect to their son. Even a place of final rest isn't safe anymore. The killer was BLACK, the elderly couple were WHITE. That's why it moved at th......

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...GOING FORWARD What could bring about World War three, Which continent will it be, To unlock the frustrations of the poor, From within their very core, And unleash their long felt wrath, A wra......

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...I awoke again In the same godawful place, With wine bottles on the floor, and egg on my face "Thank Christ" I said... ...I honestly had no idea Since the last time I'd eaten, Where my next ......

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...He is living on the breadline, He is cold and hungry with no support line. Money comes in and slips through his hands a capital version of hourglass sands. The hunger used to drive him but now he is ......

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...They wined with Croesus While he staggered on the breadline. When he crossed the Styx Gold and diamond ran for cover!......

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...A few meters from me is a man on the breadline; secluded; a beggar— with his cluttered suit and long parched hair— add to that a greasy hand beseeching silvers from the people wr......

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