Beautiful Poverty Poems

This is a poem I wrote about the struggles of mainly coal miners the industrial revolution and the hardships and luxuries of both the poor...

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You hurt, poverty, but i don't hate you
You have mental illness, and misery and pain are your diagnosis 
You're an issue in life! unbearable in...

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The snowflakes fall and it is cold,
and the bright Christmas lights flicker;
the beauty outside I behold,
as the snow falls colder, thicker.

Walking I gaze at...

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Rich man
it has comfort and is envied.
live in an amazing place
beautiful mansion...
Don't live in a hurry,
no distress...
eat the best
drinks what he wants...
Travel around the world,
but...

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Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell 
How much of its our doing
How much...

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(Preterition = the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard, in this case, charity)

Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He felt the rain, cold...

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The least racist person is a racist
The least fascist person is a fascist
The least criminal is a murderer
The least sinner is a big sinner.

The least...

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I will live in poverty again
I will eat less
Warm my home at 55 degrees
I will walk in thrift and dream in commonality again
I will tread...

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I ride on the wind
And fly over the mountains, the trees
The unending seas, the long rivers and small streams
Over the dry deserts and the still...

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Bill Shakespeare is wanted for hate speech,
His study’s surrounded with tape.
The local police were slow to react,
He may already have made his escape.
There’s a chance...

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Pu Erh tea = shrinks fat cells & help promote weight loss (mornings)
  low-caffeine

* white tea = blocks fat absorption & increases metabolism and...

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All 

As I look back these days, 
over the years that have gone by... 
faster than I thought they were moving
at the time I was...

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With each passing day, living becomes so classing;
For the less, is a delightful day of mess 
And the field of play, sought on us turbulent...

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My rose bushes have bloomed
the three I planted last year 
after digging up the dead ones 
that had never thrived there 
though it’s a sunny...

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If in the past you had patronized 
the sandwich shop where I once 
worked baking every loaf of bread 
or the pharmacy where I arranged...

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