Romance 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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Transitions and Contrasts: Just like the Seasons
Scorching, sweltering, drying, draining
The Candle of the Sky, now a supernova
Chirping birds cry out for drops of draught,
The strays...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Disposable heroes
The modern virus
and the remorseless eye of the camera
have become the dancers
and the stage
of the mad theatre that hides 
behind our fears.
Did I say...

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Empty Glass 
Stained

The house is empty. 
The dogs...
are barking again. 
This happens, 
and.

It is left hanging there, 
for a reason. 
The word...
Says little and less,...

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Fidgit Christmas Jitters

I want to write about Christmas cookies, 
Angels that hang on the tree, 
and look at me…
then smile.

I want to write about Mistletoe,...

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Robin Hood of proud Nottingham fame,
Treated affluent folk as fair game.
He’d grab hold of their cash
And then off he would dash,
But to give to the...

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"The Poverty in His Mind"



The poverty in his mind
watches the words
ticking in time
like arms and legs 
locked in hot rhyme
some Salvador Dali melting
killer metronome

the daily...

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Since early childhood storybooks of armored knights
riding beautiful horses held my fascination,
had I lived in that era of adventurous delights 
I would have joined them...

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A homeless man, as he wandered,
on ideas varied 
he pondered, scribe on those 
discarded bits of paper, 
of the varied experience
life offered.
Of romance to delight...

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Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to...

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Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on...

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