Poor Poems - Poems about Poor

...As I walked along that lonely road Before the sun lay red Change, was on my mind Dealing with the devil, too damn long Endless nights have bled my veins with sour milk For I have been awaken......Read More

... The age of chivalry and bravery has ended; That of sophistry and rivalry, upon us, descended; Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended; Th......Read More

...Psychologically still thirteen Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days familiarization with me would entail bringing the avid listener into my private mancave hideaways less a physical place th......Read More

... It was one day in December, another day in the calendar, but for him, a different one. That day his life took a turn, fed up with his misery, wandering alone in the streets, a poor young man ......Read More

...Tonight we lay snuggled And warm in our beds While the homeless have nothing To pillow their heads Tonight we’re with family Surrounding the tree While those on our doorstep Have nowhere to ......Read More

...Minuscule marshmallows in weak cocoa there is no taste in the heat of the South; It should always burn the top of the mouth and be soothed inhaling a ball of snow; Those worn out carolers wil......Read More

...My Yuletide joy is To feed poor and hungry ones Come in from the sleet The parents humbly thank God Children sing the song Noel......Read More

...Lying 'neath an evergreen and nowhere else to go It kept my dry, but not so warm, when it began to snow I was watching Mr. Warm Guy walk inside his home And I wondered if he saw me there ......Read More

... Some people will make a plan from preconceived ideas then they will observe to see if what they expect appears when they don’t see what they expect they’ll look for something near then they w......Read More

...I think Which takes my mind to the brink I think I'm the one that don't belong Same old song Don't fit So alone I sit If I stay away from people, they won't be so mad. Makes me sad Mayby ......Read More

...She loves the ballparks, and goes to Symphany halls. She loves God but not religion. She cusses and curses, gets drunk on sailors, yet her heart’s an open daisy. In Kentucky they call her ‘d......Read More

...A poor, wayfaring man of grief, Just passed me on my way, And though I stood in disbelief, He stood in disarray. I felt some need to comfort him, To share his heavy load, And yet, my fate w......Read More

... ‘Twas the night before Christmas and I was away. I promised I would be home for lunch Christmas day. I decided to call to wish everyone a good night “Hi honey. It’s Daddy, is everything all rig......Read More

... poor made tea this tale of woe over brewed leaves make it so bitter steeped each sip tea time sinking ship flavor profile much too low. ......Read More

...Alas, my time has come and gone And so I shall be moving on For my first love is calling me To be who I was meant to be And though derailed, by choices poor I've managed still, to reach tha......Read More