Poor Boy Poems - Poems about Poor Boy

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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A stick for a gun a dead frog known as ‘Old Pete’ childhood is conquered ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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i must say i came a long way i can help other today is well understood am a POOR BOY DID GOOD...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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