Deprivation Poems - Poems about Deprivation

This feeling is complacent, it just doesn't feel adjacent, too much or to little, reciprocation is unrealistic, your stupid but unforgettable, unattainable and unavailable, there's a bond hard to break, I want to escape, but isn't that a mistake? We could’ve been something just as much as we were nothing, you were a boy but I...

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There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear." To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or to help Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and Man' the word...

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Hop onboard overthinkers A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests, Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all damn night, And then on to good mornings beaming bright resort in daylight, We have no nap-overs or drifting-offs scheduled...

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In the terrane of deplorable deprivation manifested in the wasteland of wretched desertion, the obscure tufts of the subdued slender grass struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony destiny. The frail faces shaping the artifacts of spiteful fate, flicker with the fading smile of residual innocence, borrowed from the remnant rays of the forsaken sun, already sunk...

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Withered zest of life, and ashes of bleak hope, will have been seeping through the slits of this green heart, For one that was not imbued with love, is meant to forevermore remain dry and torn apart....

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When I'd give an arm and a leg! -- What's more, every Christmas I beg: I want a dog! Please please pleeeaase! But mom complains of poop and fleas. I'd claim responsibility to give a wash But my dream of a dog goes-- squash I plead, I persuade, and I pray -- Promise to walk my dog every day! No matter how much...

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Failing to get enough sleep or getting poor-quality sleep are resulting to health hazard; it is known fact, it makes us unfit to discharge daily acts with cheer. It's voluntary let’s admit but unintentional, can’t quit. Sleep deprivation is seen more in young generation; appear to ignore outcomes a bit. Yet, avoid action, though aware; to work pressure they do submit; postpone sleep and needed health care; fail...

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Principled or vile, honorable or depraved, we all view the same stars, suffer the same dread. The richest minds among us were all once bedwetters. The puerile erect walls like Trump’s fortification, they imagine iron and concrete impervious to the ghosts of culture and language, never recognizing the absurd futility, never once realizing their enslavement to their own defenses. Here we are conjoined, the tormented with...

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The question is: “Are people still collecting memories, these days?” "This isolation isn't bothering me much.” I say, if I'm asked. But I’m not sure that’s true. After hundreds of nights of dull solitude. I think each night might carry a value - of dear, and unmeasured loss. Loss of memories - because they never happened. How have we all changed?...

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They sit alone the discarded those we choose not to see dirty blankets and dirty faces while we walk on by They sit in the darkness afraid vulnerable, cold and hungry sleeping in snatches as rats roam the streets while we lay in our warm houses how many tears do they shed in fear, in hunger and in desperation? I say a prayer each night- to keep you...

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At times The nights Are painfully long And seem to pass by So very slowly It makes Me feel like I have no hope left It gives me feelings of despair Like a tarantula of rain pouring down It makes me Want to cry Like snow drifting from the sky I drift In and out of sleep...

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You stank, and poo was once revealed when pants were pulled in playing field. Hard round briquettes, quite dry, like dung with straw sun-hard and undigested. All kinds of unkind taunts and silly songs were sung and rumour did the rounds of Traveller’s goings on in dog-bark fenced compound. Nothing known, but always just...

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If we knew in advance that all daughters and sons keep us up every night: yours and mine — everyone’s (teething, peeing and screaming, yet so INNOCENT-seeming), we’d be living in convents like well-rested nuns....

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When the peace officers arrived to the tinderbox scene at SWAT speed, the warpath fireflies had lit the summer night with bottles of gasoline So much bottled-up frustration was long last now released Dark plumes of prescient smoke arose in the raging fires of deprivation Concerned conservative commentators said, “Worry not,” to the frightened viewers with pale hearts “The blue tide will prevail” The valium...

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The hungry creative seeks a morsel but fails to get The helplessness and lack of support makes it fret The one that yearns to succeed seldom gets the floor to tread The right time, the right care is always to be bred...

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