Impoverished Poems - Poems about Impoverished

Impoverished courtesy scam artists Harvey Specter Entrapment videre licet fiendish gnarly hustling scheme erector - sent me to the poor house, where alms not forthcoming to ease financial affliction, where yours truly money matters still stymies ways and means to relocate to a two bedroom apartment courtesy low income housing. Eleven months ago to date, I fell prey to the wiles of a scam artist, who...

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Up the hill upon a rickety stool I watched afloat With clouds of lonesomeness for company The richest streams flow From a source of dreams they come The wails a song so rich, yet the reality of the source so poor Oh! Oh! Destiny unfulfilled, regrets come to life It is a clash of reality that was, reality that is and...

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..."I was nasty, I embrace the dirty woman. She was nasty and unclean unbound it seems sweet not mean.She beckons me she testing me with her mystical mist surrounding me. Propelling who wins. The wind of her breath engulf me. She shared space she lives with me but she wasn't my spouse. Now she...

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I've always felt prosperous till Satan's Trumps, They're American pirates and whores: Worship "Lust!" Now I've ash on my face, and my gold smells like rust. Institutions we trusted, have raped or dead umps. The weak ape the rich and are quite willing tools. Even though, with "redistricting," voting's just game, For sure, people who write the rules aren't feeling shame! Nouveau...

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Streets littered with garbage that feeds flies, graffiti on walls, not definately art designs; I am too jittery to look around, it's very unwise to drift on these sidewalks sparking with fire. The piles of litter feeds rats even during daytime, this section of the city is too dangerous to describe; the presence of cops is minimal, they fear shootings young...

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I fade into shadows of loneliness, And disappear where the darkness now falls. Silence I seek, not from reclusiveness, Rather a guise when the emptiness calls. How long the prisoner of sanity? Humbled by the still coldness of the play. The twists and turns of its insanity. When the dark of night took over the day. Left in a puzzled realm of...

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The world turned silent with a strange discourse. A sadness covered with its darker shade, To extinguish heart's light without remorse, And blinded the eyes when its light did fade. Captured by darkness enduring its pain, Lost in this world, a now hidden face. All the tomorrows will find only rain. Touched by madness that my sorrows embrace. Dying within with a heart...

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Rich- impoverished Multimillionaire In...

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For many generations Impoverished nations Gather around On dusty ground To wait and lament On a vain life spent Scrounging for food And praying for good But feeling left Bereaved and bereft They fuss and they fret For they feel they don’t get But looking around On sun hallowed ground They could see the wheat Of heavenly meat Lying in piles For miles upon miles But they look at their noses In religious poses Missing...

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In this world the biggest crime Is to term anyone unholy And the biggest lie is to be claimed By some one like divinity In fact here none is devil Nor any one is like an angel Inside us we all nourish an animal Our success depends on How well we tame our pet And how well we harness our goodness By virtue of our...

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Deliver Me From the Impoverished Masses By Elton Camp Counting my money is my favorite thing to do Those who are as wealthy as me are very few One thing in life I have learned is always true People succeed financially if they only want to All it takes is rich parents to help you get a start And then ruthless determination...

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You asked for an explanation for a flame. A bat flies in a passage of pain. A poem becomes an accuser. They were drowning the moon in a lake of blood. A poem sails like a kayak. The snow was falling like drifting lovers. Stains were becoming bits of screams. A poem delivers an echo. The fear turns you blue in...

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She drooled over the soggy fries discarded in the foul rust bin. She feasted with the famished flies and cockroaches. She bathed her throat with the drink tagged imitation --- quenching the thirst of her dried hoarse esophagus. In occasion, she would look at the portraits of the people inside and wished for the same fate. As they leave the frames, she begged for old alchemist mints and cherished them like fine aurum that can be pawned for a treasure more...

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