Destitute Poems - Poems about Destitute

I have seen the destitute in their health and company, More joyful than a lonely king languishing on his throne: On his deathbed, you see him defeatedly lay, With not a single reason to stay. His cure wasn’t served in a golden chalice, And his gloomy prison was his mighty palace. Nor...

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receding plumage hope has gently walked away declining prowess March 28, 2023....

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Alexandria, Egypt is well known for being the city where Cleopatra once ruled her people and both she and her famous lover, Mark Anthony met their final, tragic fates. It is where the "Pharos of Alexandria" lighthouse, one of the original Seven Wonders of the Ancient World stood as one of the tallest man-made...

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In wild vanity your curiosity hunts What no greedy archer ever shot; And pining under unrequited labor, You’ll condemn your inclement lot. In ceaseless tilling your brow Shall toil endlessly under sun, Till no sweat sits on your skin; And return with no medal won. For your parsimonious hand Withholds the destitute's alms; Making poor riffraff folks curse The sting of your stingy...

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A half hour ago they were eight, For the attention of Adult Males Fighting; Now, it is worrisomely late, And not a credible single sighting! No compromises with the venereal disease-parading, As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading … But the clearly-bent-by-age, Are as clearly out of it: If one should with The Wizened open a page One is in Satan’s personally dug pit It...

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Jealousy turns to rage that we bottle up inside Where the demons are at work punishing you for all of your lies I can say I told you so or that I knew that this was coming And I even tried to convince myself intuition wasn't cunning I'm just as foolish going along with it as they say sh...

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With flaming pen The beast inside me scratches to remove, Fingers pulsing with my heartbeat growing What will prove To quit and quiet or sparkle softly, In the distant night. What would it prove to cater to Such shallowness as one’s delight. When beasts burst forth exploring every pore. Scattered scallions Relinquish the air to moan. Even the box Is outside the...

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Once middle class Shredding away the 401K Destitution looms...

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The life like the monthly expenditure note book The loss pass all hurting heart like the expenses And the happiness as like the some share markets Buy and sell people demands like money exchange 08/06/2020 Chattoragm Translated poem: Original Soudipto dey, member of www poetrysoup com...

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Though A Destitute Alteh Kocker... (albeit boyish), I tell myself with pride always look on the bright toothless side of life, this nonconformist tried his darnedest with threadbare trappings to abide despite bristling, harumphing, and lamenting luckless life, while woe didst ride shotgun squeezing snotty schnozzle, nuzzling nose, wide dilating nostrils coquettishly cozying cold conical snout splayed alongside steering column as if silently to chide yours truly for impoverished...

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In the darkest final hours, I began to write And my words once spoken new from scattered ashes light the sky To begin and end each day caught up in beauty’s distant wake All loneliness filled by pages lined with happiness and joy My fate betrothed, once mistress scorned ...

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Everywhere she goes the grass is greener And all the time I doze in my misdemeanor Her eyes can make the sun come out And I have fun just wandering about When the sky is dark and the ground all mucky She lays on the ground as if she's lucky In spite of all my meaningless fear She can make it...

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In the darkest final hours, I began to write And my words now spoken new from scattered ashes light the sky To begin and end each day caught up in beauty’s distant wake All loneliness filled by pages lined with happiness and joy My fate betrothed, once mistress scorned ...

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For you, Roses are honoring gesture; Enjoy commemoration of past; But don't realize, You secede me from my family twig; The pain I endure when you pluck; We are pair of roses, Weep watching own death, Waning beauty, Disappearing odour; We are affeluant, Strew odour and beauty, Make ambiance pleasant, When we are intact in parent plant; © Sadashivan Nair...

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Mom, why did you bear me? And dad, why did you seed? Is this all to display, Your violent relationship, Quarrel together for silly things; Why you pulverize own frutex, Under steps of your egotistic feet; Is this all to teach me, Life I need to live; When I came from womb, World was amiable winsome; You cohered me to your chest, Could see, Tears of love...

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