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 back and dirt on my brow
Living each day behind the plough
But whats a poor boy to do
I was always my father’s son
Working each day ‘til the work is done
There was never a time just for me
All I wanted was life as free as can be
But what’s a poor boy to do
I vowed to myself I would not be
A dirt poor farmer working the land not free
I ran away from home at my first chance
Away from the struggle and the daily farmer’s dance
But whats a poor boy to do
I ran with a crowd that was just like me
Robbin and killin on a lawless spree
Until one day in a border town the sheriff won
And our bank robbin and murder was done
But whats a poor boy to do
The judge had a reputation so proud
Hanging was my sentence the judge unbowed
So here I am standing with a noose around my neck
My last day has come so what the heck
But what’s a poor boy to do.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
poor boy, death,
Form: Dramatic Verse
A stick for a gun
a dead frog known as ‘Old Pete’
childhood is conquered
Categories:
poor boy, poetry,
Form: Senryu
It's a fantasy-fair; great games in thread
Some in merry-go-rounds flow in full swing
He stands, smiling and laughing, eyes wide spread
Some, in hope-doubt smiles, to shoot balloons, ding
Some ride on camels as on a true war
Some in merry-go-rounds flow in full swing
Some seeing lions in pretty-cases, roar
Some, around tentative pools, feed penguins
Some ride on camels as on a true war
Some in bird-fly-fairy costumes spread wings
Some, cuisines in mouth, color spittle bleed
Some, around tentative pools, feed penguins
What shakes! What sips! What hot-cold drinks, indeed
To him, a poor boy, these tell wild tales
Some, cuisines in mouth, color spittle bleed
Fun and frolic mixed cocktails and mock-tails
It's a fantasy-fair; great games in thread
To him, a poor boy, these tell wild tales
He stands, smiling and laughing, eyes wide spread
12 November 2022
Categories:
poor boy, 6th grade, poverty,
Form: Terzanelle
A lost poor boy came up to the gate. Nowhere to eat, nowhere to wait. Everybody was eating accept for him. Even a small cat was eating named Lim. Their was no crumbs on the ground. Not even a cricket nor sound. He wonder if he would ever survive. He even wondered if vultures would eat him alive. He looked around and saw no one in sight. Everyone was finished eating throughout the night. He cried and cried until he had no more tears. He heard a voice that said please don’t have any fear. A older man came up to the boy. The older man gave him a toy. The boy took the toy and underneath it in black ink said Roy. He knew that was his name. He looked into the older man’s eyes and said father you finally came. The boy and his father hugged each other and from that moment on they were reunited always and forever. His father asked his son do you want anything to eat? The boy said no I am full with love to just have you by my seat. His father said let’s go home. He brought a plane ticket for two all the way to Rome. It took his father ten long years to look for his kid. He knew in his heart he had no more secrets that he hid. The day was finally here; the lost poor boy had no more fear.
Categories:
poor boy, father son, fear, hope,
Form: Rhyme
There was a child
His clothes were old
His shape was smart
But he has no chance
He found the others were the best
He found the others had looked
Happy and had more fun
He decided not to go
To his school and not to do
His work and not to read or know
As he said" this is my only luck
The bad luck is only for me
The sun knows its way
And I have no way"
He decided to wake up late
And get slept all the day
He said "all manners for me
Are the same in every way"
He decided not to go the exam
He remembered the teacher's face
When he looked angry at his face
And said "you are very bad
Even you study hard
You are still stupid
He decided not to write
His friends said that
"You are very bad"
He decided to sleep without doing
Except leave the world and be
The worst
As they might talk and say
His mother looked and said
What is your matter
If you get dead
You will get them
Happy and satisfy
Why they hate you
As they don't want you
If you neglect them
And love your home
If you forget them
Work to be fame
Fight as a knight
Work day and night
You will be the knight
Categories:
poor boy, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: ABC
Cracks in the floor,
filled with old cardboard.
Plastic on the windows,
blankets on the doors.
Newspaper on the plumbing,
wood stacked by the stove.
Preparing for the winter,
when I was just a boy.
Categories:
poor boy, childhood, boy,
Form: Verse
i must say
i came a long way
i can help other today
is well understood
am a
POOR BOY DID GOOD
Categories:
poor boy, adventure, education, happiness, boy,
Form: Prose Poetry
There was a girl that was seriously in love with a poor boy, That poor boy could not be involved with her because he did not have any money to showe her that he loved her.
The poor boy made a lot of mayhem of his self, So he could love her and care for her, Then the girl ran away so she can be with the poor boy and be happy.
Categories:
poor boy, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, mystery, girl,
Form: Light Verse
There was a small boy
Whose heart was filled with joy
But was noisy and people he annoyed.
He was unemployed this comes to no surprise
For he was a child but was six feet high
Only at the age of five he towered over other guys
He worked at the mill for his parents were ill
And he awaited the day he could get their will
For his father was rich like Moebey Dick
And spent all of his days catching big fish
It was the boys wish to be like his dad
But, now that he was rich, fish was as costly as sand
Then later he took the hand of the girl he was to marry
But he being poor so the ring was made out of candy
The girl's name was Sandy
She was pretty, shy and dandy.
The boy now being 19 became the father of 4 sons
They were all fine except for the last one
This one being ugly just like his mom
Time went by quickly
Soon the boys all got married except for the one whose nick name was Bones
For he was ugly like his dad and wasn't very strong
Now someone told me this story that you have just now read
Don't know if it's true but they say the boy is now dead
Said he told so many lies that he ups and gets killed
Now I'm waiting among others to get part of his will.
Categories:
poor boy, confusion, father, father, boy,
Form: Free verse
Poor boy.
He wants to join,
But he’s too afraid to get wet.
He’s too afraid to join in.
He stands and watches
As everyone else has fun.
He’s too afraid to run
Through the Blue Lagoon.
Standing behind him,
Laughing at his shyness,
His mom itches
Just to push him in-
To the crowd of giggling kids.
He can’t help the way he feels.
Like how unclean it would be
To just step in.
His mom yells at him,
“Go ahead, jump in.
It’s ok. Just join in.”
Just like a normal kid.
It’s too bad he could never
Just join in.
It’s too bad he could never
Be just a normal kid.
Categories:
poor boy, childhood, confusion, mom, mom,
Form: I do not know?
Pain was half the fun
on a dirt-pile pyramid
topped with a slab of lumber
Bleeding, splintered hands
Black and blue behinds, scraped knees
Wounds gladly traded for joy
A discarded box
beckons three dare-devil brats
to crawl in and roll downhill
through the briar patch
Tucked safe in their cardboard womb
giggling at outraged thorns
Categories:
poor boy, adventure, boy, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Choka