Health Poverty Poems | Examples
These Health Poverty poems are examples of Poverty poems about Health. These are the best examples of Poverty Health poems written by international poets.
I sometimes wonder why we were brought here?
Was it mainly exercising reproductive rights
Or was it to multiply the heads that will continue to endure the never ending pain of living with nothing
Why do we really have to keep going while there’s no way?
Would it not be best to stop?
Forget that, maybe that’s not what we were brought here for
Is it really living while we constantly fight for survival?
While we have to force ourselves to carry on to the next day?
When will it stop?
Maybe when life ends?
Does it really stop?
Does it ever gets better?
I bet not
Categories:
poverty, anxiety, depression, hurt, mental
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first." - quote by Mark Twain
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Being poor is not romantic
Hunger has no eyes, no vision
Soul boils without, within, unfelt
Neglected health devaluates
Dignity, respect takes back seats
Pity is a sharp stab in gut
Working up to life, to find means
Through tangles of clueless upkeep
Owning up faults, false fatalism
Life comes and goes like tomorrows
Tears of physically wronged souls
Salts up oceans, clowns keep smiling
Categories:
life, poverty,
Show them the ropes
They tighten the nuse
Then roll up a smoke
Decline all the food
Smoke up some dope
Buy them some booze
Nowhere to go
But tying their shoes
Going for broke
Dice that they threw
The goal is a joke
No smiles from you
Gone cold as a coat
Or ice on the roof
That's totally froze
And too high to go scoop
Categories:
poverty, confusion, crazy, freedom, health,
The rich has tired mind
While the poor has tired body
Makes the difference.
Categories:
poverty, engagement, mental health, perspective,
He gave his love a diamond ring
to her it meant less than nothing
raised amidst wealth
I gave my love a cubic-zirconium ring
It made her poor heart sing
'midst poverty ~ mental health
Categories:
poverty, giving, love, mental health,
A shadow falls across
the path he’s yet to walk;
like the one that follows;
torments, bedevils, then
all the lightness swallows.
A shadow falls across
his thoughts each day he wakes;
ebbed by evening’s booze,
which blow by blow spawns an
ever darkening bruise.
A shadow falls across
the doorway where he sleeps
on cardboard featherbed;
in dreamless slumber where
there is no road ahead.
A shadow falls across
the folk that see him lie;
walk past without a thought
towards this fallen soul
whose life has come to naught.
Categories:
mental health, poverty, society,
Good morrow merry citizens
Here’s another Brexit gain
We may have our country back
But we can’t go live in Spain.
Record numbers now
Are all giving thanks
For the almost empty
Essential food banks.
The poor are getting poorer
The rich getting richer
In our Free New Britain
A sad disgraceful picture.
The papers are full daily
Of the unedifying sight
Of the squabbling royals
And their family fight.
The PM’s a Billionaire
Thanks to his wealthy wife
With little understanding of
The poverty of modern life.
The National Health Service
Is shrinking with each day
Just a rundown of our country
Sinking into moral decay.
As you dip your stale crust
Into your tepid weak tea
Just cast a thought to
How things used to be,
We British are at our best
With our backs to the wall
Tugging respectful forelocks as
Our betters openly nick it all.
But, be upstanding good people,
Celebrate the joyous thing
We can still find the millions
To crown our latest king.
Categories:
anger, irony, political, poverty,
He is an occupant of a room damp
And dependent on a rejected lamp:
The worst so far in their camp …
A room often not illuminated
But in it plants still germinated,
Selecting peeping spots in a cemented floor,
Daringly doing so back to the room’s door.
The room’s nearest neighbor a smelly dump,
To many microbes their Releasing Pump
And, sure, the cause of The Man’s mumps
And as possibly his torturing lumps:
A man Hunger has been kicking his rump
And readying for a final slump …
But wither did The Man this foulness pick
And could Hunger make one licked plates still lick?
Nothing like an answer from Interviewed Nick
And rather a rude one from Starving Dick.
Categories:
death, food, health, poverty,
The beating of the Mill,
we hear it down the hill.
It is the town's heartbeat.
No children on the street
already in the shop
to labor till they drop.
Sold to the upper class;
the mother needs the brass.
The father on the beer;
not working since last year.
The bosses own their soul,
their houses, so they toll;
boy, sister, young as four
stay bailiff from the door.
They; hardly off the teat,
meet quotas, or get beat.
Most dying all too young
from ailment of the lung
or bodies ripped apart.
No healthcare; caring heart
so poorer lose their health
while richer gain more wealth
on broken bodies, pain.
The workers take the strain.
Not distant, in the past
but present, and to last.
You think that things have changed,
you all must be deranged;
The Beating of the Mill
is calling us all still!
The Sweat Shop Poetry Contest placed 5th
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Date wrote: 15th February 2022
Categories:
poverty, power,
Earth's organisms patriotically
and yet matriarchally wise
wonder if both of these could be true:
1. Poverty and prejudice breed violence.
2. Capitalism and patriarchalism feed conflict.
If so,
is the first
or the second
history's enculturing root system?
And is the Other
our aggressively threatening
viral
chronic
pandemic blossom of oppression?
EarthMothers wonder
if natural family empowering
is also spiritual species enlightening
cooperative Wisdom
inviting humane peace,
restoring divinely inspiring
expiring multicultural justice
more than monocultural JustUs!
means not you Others
too
Mothers gather our global EarthTribe
with less dissonant debate praxis
preferring to invest
in more resilient dialogue practice
forest green
and sky blue communions
instead of ancient cold gold
and dead red competitions.
Categories:
poverty, earth, education, health, peace,
Clamor for food security prevails
midst scarcity of basic necessity
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
Though there’s great Source, supplies demand high sales
inequality reigns, buttressed by greed’s certainty
clamor for food security prevails.
Hear the sick in their bad health pity wails
afflicted with insufficiency’s futility
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
While technology upgrades production scales
rice shortage remains a global verity
clamor for food security prevails.
Then population-explosion issue hails
malnutrition problem along infant mortality
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
Let’s reach-out with care, since charity* never fails
trusting God to end this sad reality:
clamor for food security prevails
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
*1Corinthians 13:8 Charity never faileth…
April 24, 2021
10th place, "A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM" Villanelle Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 5/9/2021.
Categories:
poverty, angst, christian, emotions, god,
Is the urge to crush rebellions with the threat of death
the quickest way to dominate a nation in fear?
Would I be a fair ruler of Humanity and be loved?
I shouldn't fear anyone whispering real sense into my ear:
"Listen to suggestions, don't discard them into the trash;
stay alive, govern with intelligence and be praised! "
The fairness of my kingdom is a universal one:
all races and religions in harmony with each other,
" Hurt no one, love everyone, and in judging be fair;
if all these requirements were met, you'd be fine."
Think about the failures of the rulers who bitterly regret
the harsh treatment of their people who went hungry
to feed their starved children who couldn't stop crying,
not understanding how cruel someone could be denying
them the right to health by showing a bit of generosity
and spare them death and horrendous hours of fret.
The fairness of my kingdom will reach the gates of Heaven,
God will make it rain to fill all the empty wells that ran dry:
come people with thirst and drink the purest water to regain
the confidence in a government where all are treated equally!
Written on 8/15/2020
Categories:
poverty, celebration, fear, humanity, longing,
He was birthed into a country
A home cemented with several crises;
Food, water, money, electricity, road,
health and education
He lives in a small house
A house where electricity frowns day
and night,
And drinking water is clothed with
millions of diseases
At every corner of the street
He begs to ease the pains of his stomach
Crawling bitterly on his knees while his friends dine at Diana restaurant
He makes love with sorrows
Romances sadness until she births frustration
And his forehead speaks messages
of pains and abject poverty
He's lost in a scattered field
Cause his beautiful lips are dried
Not even a drop of a holy communion
has touched his tongue
Now, he is thrown between rusty bars
To survive or to get drowned
For his mind is captured with fears
Categories:
poverty, 12th grade, 5th grade,
Shanties of pain, children of lesser God
hungry and homeless, our naked feet trod
Propitious nights, desperate and sleazy
in ugly darkness , sleep comes so easy.
On silken dust, hard pillows under a bridge
extra slice of bread,... some more porridge.
Alliteration of plight, poor pain of poverty
a picture perfect, in poems of prosperity
Models parade ghettos, bones of pale skin
Gross Domestic Products, we end and begin.
Fat bank accounts, talk of weak misery line
over barbecue dinner, toasting health in wine.
From pots of kindness, your charities flaunt
beg two meals a day, you think is all we want.
You push each other, upgrade in fancy cars,
we stay put in boxes, sinking dome of stars.
A child of lesser God, hopes higher totem pole,
sparkling silver spoon on golden glittering bowl.
14th April 2020
Sponsor craig cornish
Contest Name Children of a Lesser God
Categories:
money, poverty,
The Politics of Hunger
The politics of hunger,
The politics of greed,
The politics of want and
The politics of need.
The swagger and the bluster
Of Trump rampaging free,
The bad deals made for Brexit-
Poor choices made by May.
Chemicals that will not degrade,
Plastics in every cell.
Good health eludes the poor-
They never shall be well.
The rich will leave the earth,
Off to planets new,
Whilst the humble will be left
But ruination cannot undo.
The politics of hunger
Juxtaposed with greed
But all we should want
Is to fulfil what we need.
Copyright Emily Joshua
Categories:
poverty, betrayal, corruption, meaningful, political,