Newspapers Poems - Poems about Newspapers

...The New Tyranny  I had this nagging headache and went to see my doctor, his waiting room was full of humanity with an assortment of illnesses The table in the middle of the floor used to be full......Read the rest...

...Politeness, like kindness, may not sell newspapers or win the partisan debate Civility, unlike deviliciousness, will not win the civil war nor leverage the biggest tax rebate But integrit......Read the rest...

...The Bumblebee He grew up in a poor household, thought sofa-beds were the norm, but his mother an eager reader had many books that were given and sometimes stolen, often from those who though......Read the rest...

...old newspapers, stacked, saved yellow and crumble with age something significant, lost if touched chemical reaction with mere air maybe once it was there for all to see an element of fame, reco......Read the rest...

...Lake county music company filled with slots carney folk real carny folk the little pete's illegal gambling road show throughout the Midwest gaming like your idol Frank Peter Balistreiri the ......Read the rest...

...anywhere without you aint that pretty but i keep my peel on you cold and wet in new york the wind like a proverbial knife crowded train queues at the bus stop pulling down the ball and chain ......Read the rest...

...What better way to describe psychological warfare, It breaks down to be, a war of words, right there. Poetry has an advantage, to show it as unjust and unfair. Throughout the ages, a war of words.......Read the rest...

...But why the short skirts Dear African ladies Yet you know the lines On your stiff legs Short skirts are not meant for you. Why don’t you let the whites Put on the short skirts Because God bl......Read the rest...

...Newspapers read and a grand dinner done, I put out a large lamp awake like Moon, And stretched into my bed wishing deep sleep, Some stars twinkled through the open window That framed in nearb......Read the rest...

... We get to see you rise, step on the cold floor When the clock strikes five in the dark. Your cell goes gaga over nothing, you lie next to our lot, begging attention. When the lily in your gar......Read the rest...

..."Simon Edy, known as Old Simon, (1709-18 May 1783) was a London beggar who may have served as an inspiration for a popular nursery rhyme. He lived in a derelict "Rats' Castle" in the rookery of Dyott......Read the rest...

...I Ah what thrill’s life if guts we’ve to get lost! To lose way once in a while is no sour sauce— But way to live. Lose way haply pay cost, A stone that goes about gathers good moss. Let challe......Read the rest...

...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap their wings in a wayward wind. Bird feathers emerge from wet claw prints. Faded condoms spill to feed the m......Read the rest...

...If you go down to the park today, You will not find an educated tramp in your way, Wanting to pass the time of day. Park benches free of sleeping tramps all day, No newspapers with yesterday's ......Read the rest...

...Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Pop bottles take back to claim the tuppence. Kellogg’s cartons collected for the kids To cut and paste and learn creative art. Unburnt cinders reclaim......Read the rest...