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Destitution Poems - Poems about Destitution


A Fiendish Destitution
While we dwell to this dreidel, I seek to know before a sear, Even in the most ineluctable dandle, The fruit to which may indeed bear; In the imbue oblivion, I tell a riddle, Most morass yet merely in fear, For the sake of fiduciary wheedle, Let me share with you my compadre, The reason for this lachrymose! We seek solace, I seek a...

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Categories: destitution, 3rd grade, africa, allusion,
Form: Free verse
Glesca Weans
Grouin up in Glesga wis nae mean feat Pleyin in the back courts an dreepin the wass Plouterin in puddles manky water sploshing aboot, Searching in yon mucky middens fur treasure Thrown oot by the families in the closes. Fur a fitba a pile o rags weideh doon wi aw sorts o things Or a tanner ba made tae test yer...

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Categories: destitution, character, childhood, children, clothes,
Form: Dramatic Verse



Foreclosure November, 1931
"No later than December third," The voice rapped out each icy word. He stared as if he hadn't heard just what that ordinance inferred. Then something deep inside him stirred his ire, and his vision blurred. "You've got two weeks," the voice proffered. "I understand," the man concurred. Then as in theater of the absurd, His desperate plight had registered. And to his heart without...

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Categories: destitution, fear, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
Destitution of Humanity
My children! Oh my children! Peace to you is a foreign name. Your land is torn apart every minute … every second. They have made you orphans without any shame. Justifying their crime … by fatalistic reason. Your everyday life made out of misery. One can not understand without living it. Access to water, bread or electricity Became a struggle … the...

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Categories: destitution, sad, war, world, life,
Form: Rhyme
The Fruit of Destitution
In the gaiety of poverty I’m happy as you please paying my rent with drunken smiles celebrating my choice of subsidized afflictions Its not me you see clothed in the sun bleeding thoughts of glory toiling amongst the colorful dead I sweat black earth share scars with straw hats whisper intimacies into restless pools of light as green bananas fall from the heavens....

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Categories: destitution, introspection, life, social,
Form: Bio




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