Poor Poems - Poems about Poor

This is my life My life that the whiskey did choose This is my life And she my long suffering wife Her bruising left too many clues These bars now deprive me of booze This is my life...

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Evidence was spotty, not much justification Giant stretch of prosecutor’s imagination Easily led jury wanted to crucify and convict Defendant’s wife felt like he was being kicked Though there was no solid proof or DNA test Was this lawyer truly the defendant’s best? Victim was not alive to testify, unfortunately The accused got sentenced to life and twenty-three If this sap had been...

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Poor people of our countries Poor people everywhere Poor people of Haiti People who are poor, disoriented, and crazy I will no longer say ‘poor Haiti’ Haiti is a country full of wealth Haiti, a country full of resources For others Haiti is a paradise and rich in resources For others Haiti is a country full of hypocrisy Of destitute, miserable and suffering peoples Haiti is...

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There I stand before you, And then serve you, With all my efforts and joy, Which you do enjoy. But my works are erased from the pages of history, Could you tell me the reason for this behavior filled with mystery? I might not be a CEO or a manager, But I too am a human with emotions such as joy, grief...

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This is a belated Christmas poem Poor man's Christmas They lived so long in poverty and couldn't even afford a Christmas tree . Their Christmas would start the following day when xmas trees were thrown away He searched the garbages for garland and bows and xmas wrap - anything that he could carry back ....

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By virtue of your lowly birth, you have a negative net worth. But don't let that impede your efforts to succeed. If you work very hard, you'll surely achieve all that you'll need....

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Inertia's whispered promise: stagnation's dark shroud We risk being lost in the undertow of untaken steps Not all of us will wear the mantle of wealth But inaction's chill grasp, we can all be poor Education's radiant light may not illuminate every path Yet, without effort, ignorance's heavy chains can bind us all Love's sacrament, marriage, may elude some of us But...

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There once was a pirate who was bored so she went for a walk and explored. A patch on both eyes and no warning cries she walked herself straight off of board....

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Oh, how can we deny ! when the poor translations of HIS language deafen us, while HIS silences make us cry. (01.03.2025) "Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation" - Rumi....

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Since the day I first saw light I was so tough and hard up for the fight I learnt the hard way as my rule The school of hard knocks made me no-ones fool But whats a poor boy to do Up in the morning before the sun My workin for the man a life with no fun The sweat on my...

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Injustice, a tale as old as time, Echoes through the ages, a perpetual crime. From Amos' scriptural cry to traditional Ifa's call, The holy Quran and Bible, too, denounce injustice's thrall. Yet, why do people struggle to uphold what's right? The wealthy steal millions, but negotiate their plight. No punishment, no sentence, just a slap on the wrist, While the poor, with...

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a rich is a richer conversation, a poor is a poorer controversy the speak of a conversation is, the speak of a controversy poor is a poor conversation rich is a poor conversation a poor conversation is a rich conversation fame is a poor conversation fame is a rich controversy a rich fame is a poor fame a walk of fame is a walk of...

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To the downtrodden, the marginalized, and worn, Is this the fate that's yours to mourn? The bourgeoisie, a cabal of power and might, Gather to crush the poor, and snuff out their light. The poor, in turn, unwittingly join the fray, Oppressing themselves, in a vicious cycle of disarray. Since time immemorial, I've witnessed this sad refrain, Rarely seeing the rich and...

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In the humble, sad dwelling, last year's Christmas decorations still permanent, the same ornaments... signs and clues of poverty......

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there's a second ocean sprawled like an accident, a spill of plastic guts and chemical veins choking what swims, suffocating the tides that once dreamed of moonlight and salt. we did this. with our coffee cups and straws, our six-pack rings, our shiny wrappers crumpled and forgotten. a monument to convenience, an altar to laziness, floating like the unburied dead on water too poisoned to sweep. somewhere out there, a bird...

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