Landlords Poems - Poems about Landlords

... They used to call it the Empire State. But the empire isn't doing too great. Democrats in power, big ideas they plan. Too bad for the middle class and the forgotten man. Low-income high rise ......Read the rest...

...They say we struggle til we die, If that's the case I don't want to fight to stay alive, Feels like a crime, Stealing money from our pockets the government doesn't leave us a dime, Homelessness i......Read the rest...

...Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew. He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent. Since then, there’s not been very much to chew. ......Read the rest...

...Hearts are meant to be opened, aren't they? You never failed to make me feel unloved! With your charming face, charismatic voice, vibrant soul I recall heartbreaking moments... I recall a vis......Read the rest...

...Fringe benefits (a plug) for perks (yo man) living at 2 highland manor drive Expanse of green acres draped like a petticoat when ye arrive birds of a feather flock together and bees gather coll......Read the rest...

...What’s coming next, will there be homes? Or nothing left to own just rented space? Thoughts paid to the cultural landlords, do we see we too can become infested? Eventual decline of any clear lo......Read the rest...

...Deborah Mother in Israel, clothed in armor Hill country courtroom ‘neath her lush palm tree, Judges disputes between landlords and farmers Judgements, like sweet dates, God's chosen agree. C......Read the rest...

...Come friend, face-to-face Partake and embrace Welcome To our neutral place Beyond time and pace We come To regain lost gr......Read the rest...

...Rest from world-wild gentrification, city by citation, never honking hurt inhabitants. Armoured by cultural displacement, no fraught with controversy, peace and ceasing. Landlords raising......Read the rest...

...who did not sit beside me but stood in the side view of me just to start with her sad story of a husband that pass away (sorry for your loss, i said ) only to let her ask many thousands ......Read the rest...

...Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus Before landscapers mow swaths across undulating waves of clover (the father/daughter team usually cut grass every Tuesday) bumblebees alight from one to an......Read the rest...

...Landlords are in the cemetery Welcoming new comers as host Who ain't any more dietary Cos it isn't duly of ghost Either to chance or grace do toast But rather await fate's bread spell Which ca......Read the rest...

...An Independence Day Poem written by John Sorie Conteh I am Mama Salone, the crying mother! A mother to millions of children. I am a freedom fighter who fought for the freedom of my siblings and ......Read the rest...

...I'd love to paint, a picture for you, of images in my head. Of a quirky old town, I'll set the scene, as you rise from a crooked bed. The room you're in, whilst large in size, has rather strange de......Read the rest...

...THANK HEAVENS, IT'S FRIDAY No matter; how much you felt about Thursday, Friday, is another day For the most of us, at the end of the month, it's when we get our pay Strange to be, the work's e......Read the rest...