Time Poverty Poems

I saw a lady selling flowers
walking along where cars turn left
not much time to make the deal
maybe some folks want them
but they have to turn
or...

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 Still living 'bove ground
   inside a box, outskirts of town
 Begged every day, helped him pay
   for coffee,...

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They say we struggle til we die,
If that's the case I don't want to fight to stay alive,
Feels like a crime,
Stealing money from our pockets...

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Yo!  Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a bro,
You know,     with some dinero.
Santa Buddy - my lady...

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People are silent in the shadow of a man,
Terrified like an old gran,
Hiding like a sardine in a can,
While eating with a bun.

I notice that...

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While in an antique shop, I came across a wood stove
The cast iron, covered in rust, had seen better times
I admired it as it stood...

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Poverty and hunger are bedfellows.~ The Poet~ 

Alluring, pleading
Yet it will burn,
Pangs of hunger
Immanent yearn.
Desperate child 
So forlorn
For the poverty 
To which she was born.
Minds...

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The masses are being controlled 
Our freedoms restricted and put on hold
All leaders following the same playbook
Robbing their people hook and by crook
Tax cuts for...

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"He was a refugee in his own country, my home too. How can that be?" Refugee poem by Max Burchett

by Max Sebastian Burchett

I met a...

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Poverty is expensive
To those already poor -
Costing their time, wages

And spirit, yet they live 
A hopeful porter
In their villages -

Subject to elitism. 
I, for one,...

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On the poor side of the city,
there’s an innocent child crying.
The rats and roaches are crawling,
on the bed where he lies dying.

There’s a family of...

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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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Grumpy, griping all the time,
Out of work without a dime.
Seen around the town a lot.
They call him Sir Frowns A Lot.

Used to work for the...

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Like a slow-moving westbound wagon train in 1887,
filled with brave souls departing a land of nightmares; or like
a 13-year-old in no-man's-land looking at 18 and...

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In a World brimming with wealth and grandeur,Where opulence dazzles on every corner,A tale unfolds of disparity and strife,
Where poverty thrives, tormenting countless lives.
Inflation, a...

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