Pauper Poems - Poems about Pauper

Prince Or Pauper

Everyone's aware of their place in the world
Prince or pauper, rich or poor
It's very seldon one class transends to the other
Most are locked in forever more

'Tis so very sad but true of our class system
 We must try but not confuse
Much as we'd like to crash through the barrier
There are so many factors infused

Lotteries are

Rich Pauper Man Dilemma

There was a man
tormented,
abandoned...
He had no friends,
only flatterers...
He was so poor,
but so pauper,
that nothing had...
There was nothing, in fact he only had
  silver, gold, and  cash...!

For the Prince and the Pauper

It is what it seems - 
Another boy's dreams
Of Ronaldo fame.
His shirt is a shame,
His goal is the same -
True love for the game.

March 16, 2021

Boomers Prince Or Pauper

Boomers Prince or Pauper
David J Walker

Remembering when young 
boomers knew
That a quarter really mattered
As  juvenile consumers grew
The choices always flattered

Displayed in rows at 
the corner store
The buying power pondered 
A quarter could last 
An hour or more
Before its value squander

Remember the times when
Quarters and dimes
Were at the root of children’s chatter
And now in tin

Opinion Changes

Living emotions and feelings 
In the silent heart,
Creates awful sounds of pain...

Motto of peace bugles 
To the dreadful war... 
As opinion changes to every humans... 

Victory for the nation from the death of humans, 
Sounds scary,
Albeit it is termed as justice..

Colours of the skin,
Determined the values of humans,
Though the bloods cannot be white....

Pains of poor

The Princess and the Pauper

The Princess and the Pauper
by Michael R. Burch

for Norman Kraeft in memory of his beloved wife June Kysilko Kraeft

Here was a woman bright, intent on life,
who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye
and drew him, powerless, into her spell
of wanting her himself, so much the lie
that she was meant for him—obscene illusion!—
made him

A Poor Beggar

We celebrate Valentines day , we celebrate Teachers day ,
we celebrate childrens day , we celebrate mothers day .

Alas ! Why we don't celebrate a poor beggar's day ?
A beggar on the roadside ,
With stick and a begging bowl on his side .

Life for him is a curse ,
He has nothing to purse .

He begs

Pauper Angustum

a man of means and meager will 
perched upon his window sill  
playing vague for the promise of power
sings a song of a beg for the borrow 
last chance, take the lead or follow 
deny the headline buried shallow 
a wink for here today gone tomorrow

patronize our cornerstone
lie to cover a backbone
stand upon the

English the Pauper

English,the pauper.
I am Mr English,standing on a side walk,
For ,I get carried away,when I hear them talk.
I sometimes borrow and sometimes steal
A word or sound ,just to get a feel
Dal becomes Doll and tea is just some Chai
But ,when Hello, becomes Hi,all I do is sigh!
The tasty broth of language does have local spice
Where 'Yeah,Yo

Neither a Pauper Or a King

Neither pauper or a king

I've got nothing I could give
but for you I would live
Will you take me as I am?
(cause) I'd love to be your man

I've got nothing in this world
Got no diamonds got no pearls
Love for you to be my girl
Take my hand give it a whirl!

Chorus
I'm neither a pauper or a king
but,

Pauper

Pauper’s wealth
is in rich man’s wallet
pauper’s plate of food	
lies in rich man’s table

Hero In Chaos Or Pauper In Paradise

It is better to be a pauper in paradise
Than a hero in chaos,
For a pauper in paradise can still
Partake in plentiful simple pleasures,
Yet a hero in chaos is neither free
From untimely death nor above the
Corrosive attrition that fear begets.


All rights released into Public Domain

The Dream and the Pauper

I can breeze the smell of garbage everywhere in the streets of brooklyn
the government let us down after a heat wave not sending trucks for the pick
as so easy to keep the rats at bay with votes as all we need is reality
a third world we became as the rich filled their pockets and my

Mixed Colours and the Saucy Pauper

Colours are mixed
Seasons  are fixed!
Essence of beauty - Such joint; a necessity!
The phlegm signifies our stench,
On whose bulging shoulders shall they bear?
Phlegm taken out of joy; crumbs out!

The road is just two-friendly,
For the pauper knows the colours of the night-rain
Both sides of the story, clumsily kills giants!
The stench of the pauper run-un much much!
Both

A Pauper When You Die

In life great riches had I, and
all that money could possibly buy
Before me lay great wealth and
Prosperity,  but a lowly pauper was I 
Acquiring great riches consumed me, but for
all those riches  did afford only heartache and 
sorrow for inside I was  among men most poor
Destitute I was for I owned nothing

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