War Poverty Poems | Examples
These War Poverty poems are examples of Poverty poems about War. These are the best examples of Poverty War poems written by international poets.
In God We Trust
Resign
Free speech
None shall assert over peace
An assembly of law
Against the Union
Line is Held
Constitution is boundary
That all men aren't created equal in time
None shall avoid record of line.
Your position igniting and release of cinder
In citation of violation
As action as ridicule
Arresting speech rather than resigning
God In Which We Trust
Defines freedom of speech
None shall capture and divise self interesting reserves of provisional supply of the Union.
Creation of poverty's length is drawn against liberty
Starving allegiance
One origin of incedence is little Caesars thousand oaks
Indifferent by intent
Cliche Spending Patters in Petrol
Creation of audit
And mis alignment
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Categories:
poverty, america,
Is a picture worth a thousand words?
Is it the same with a song?
Is it worth a thousand pictures?
Who can deny the powerful images
evoked from Songs of Struggle and Protest –
a forte of common humanity?
A song can paint optimism, commitment, and a desire
for peace, freedom, and the right to live without
…Your Millions, Mister.
A piece of art sings in the minds of thousands.
It shouts injustices to the skies in loud color
and questions Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
in broad strokes.
A government of placid leaders who
Turn, Turn the other cheek and project calm and concern.
Ask your children,
What Did You Learn in School Today?
Lord, save us from ourselves.
From My Muddy Stream all the way
To My Old Brown Earth, I see inspiration and admiration for nature.
I see the waste and cry to the skies, God Bless the Grass!
There is strength, passion, and nonconformity
in picture and in song.
The one should affect us, touch us, stir us,
and fill us, Step By Step.
Categories:
poverty, courage, emotions, environment, future,
What truly is power
Is it control or the silence that follows it?
Is it born from bullets and broken promises
Or from the love we dismiss as weakness?
Can power ever be shared
like bread split between hungry Sudanese hands
as if leadership were a meal
the poor can taste in equal halves?
Or is power what poisons the soil
the reason Sudanese children sleep in graves
instead of schools
the reason Sudanese mothers run carrying loss?
Power has become a cruel currency
bought with lives and traded in blood.
But perhaps the truth is this
power without love is nothing but war.
Categories:
12th grade, africa, poverty,
there's little sunshine these days,
and despair blows like a cold wind.
It rains, and rains, and rains.
state of affairs go from bad to worse.
Innocent souls perish in a war-torn nation.
the fog of hopelessness hangs in the air
for a downtrodden struggling to survive
in the mean, unforgiving streets.
a child's life hangs in the balance;
accidentally struck by rat-a-tat of gunfire.
what is going on in the world?
all birds, but the mourning dove...
keep silent in the meadow.
the praying mantis has seen better days;
It's arms folded in hope that
tomorrow is a brighter, better day.
Categories:
poverty, dark, hope, horror, life,
A threadbare sigh relentlessly lisps
while he begs with twilight
for inner calm;
Dear life...he is just a young man,
wobbly feet wanting to run away
from unknown ground which reeks of
territorial conquest, of violence inhumane
as spitting bang of bullets explodes:
Just like one nameless label
of life's bloody route ,
he turns into a fetal shape on the road
leading to nowhere; not even hell--
till grunts of combat lamentations
echo upon the breeze;
crushed grains hurling a lone figure
half alive, half lifeless
with rosary beads on his neck...
amidst purgatory of eve.
Categories:
angst, poverty, war,
where have we gone wrong
that it's right to let a child be homeless
where have we gone wrong
that people don't have enough to eat
where have we gone wrong
that we can't live in peace
AP: 3rd place 2025
Categories:
poverty, hope, humanity, peace, war,
concrete cold detroit manhole steam....
brief warm no homes veterans huddling
visions wars hell traffic taxies blur.....
city brittle in the bitter
Categories:
poverty, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Older does not necessarily
equate to wiser -- but wiser
can often make one seem a lot
older; in fact, robbed of youth
by poverty and war, I have
sadly met, too many premature
ancients: -- cynicism
in their eyes; where
should reside bright, hopeful
gleams -- dreams, obliterated,
man's faux surface designs over-inking truer light,
little more than colorful
tattoos
of ever
deeper
representation
of spirit
terminating
blight --
Categories:
poverty, community, dream, emotions, feelings,
I've never been in a war zone
but one time I got lost on my way to wriggly field
ending up in a tilted, burned-out ghetto.
A cherry pulled me over for being out of place
and said leave asap for it wasn't very safe.
The ballgame was sold out
so, my girl and I went to the zoo instead.
All day long I couldn't shake the ghetto out of my head...
the Zoo-oans were better off than many Chicagoans.
Has praying for sustenance and peace
ever accomplished anything?
If so, it's only a temporary reprieve.
War and poverty are constants in modern society.
Categories:
baseball, poverty,
Bitter Reality
We say this modern world is a boon,
Filled with butterflies and heavenly blooms,
A Golden Era, A civilized place,
Where there are no disguised, equivocal faces,
But these are just sayings of the society,
A mask over the bitter reality,
This world is not what it seems,
It isn’t always filled with fruitful dreams,
It hosts a cavern of blood and war,
Terrible conspiracies spread wide and far,
The victories lead to another’s ruin,
You have no idea where the trouble is brewing,
The streets are like nightmares at night,
Murderers and rapists walk freely in the light,
Peace and justice hidden under greed, corruption,
All the science used for destruction,
We’re on the path to raze our Earth,
If we do not change, it’ll lead to more hurt,
When someone tries to break this unseen cruelty,
More monsters appear, supporting this bitter reality.
- Indrani A. Deo
Categories:
poverty, 12th grade, corruption, evil,
Toys in the bloody
Dirty and occupied streets
Children are screaming.
Babies are cold dead
B 1 Planes are bombarding
Poor dead civilians!
Bloody streets
It is Hell on Earth
No Heaven.
Human beings
Are cruel and sinful
Genocide!
No Justice
No peace on poor Earth
And no love.
Dead babies
Premature angels
Where is God?
Hospitals
Many dead toddlers
And mothers.
United
Nations are guilty
Weak and poor.
Censorship
Journalists are muzzled
And killed.
Democrats
Please wake up right now
To exhale.
Jo cannot
Silence the good Poets
In action.
No conscience
No humanity
And no love.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
poverty, baby, bible, bullying, conflict,
Water is essential to everyone
All species need H2O to survive
No one can live without this weapon
A dehydrated lion will die in
Minutes without any type of liquid
Eternal God, I thank and glorify you
Nights and days for everything
The pride of my People is not dead.
Kanal la pap kanpe
Pèp Ayisien kanpe
Pou defann dwa li
Nou fèb men nou ini.
Wow! Many people are shocked
Antique myths are still relevant
Nobody is afraid to die fighting
Ancient spirits live forever
My fellow friends and Poets
Eternal God, we pray and thank you
Nights and days, for miracles around
The Globe, where Peace is paramount.
Kanal la pap kanpe
Pèp Wanament yo ap
Wè ke jaden yo ap byen aroze
Pèp Ayisyen pa pè pran frap.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Categories:
poverty, conflict, courage, independence day,
rage great
freedom wrong
just wait
love makes no difference
sedate strong
people
excavate earth
under steeple
mayhem ignore
drink mirth
here two cents
strangle birth
tell poor
save money
buy cheap
dark sunny
hard work
never sleep
no such perk
tame lust
virtue secure
top tax cut
bottom tax must
all manure
war backed
mammon
manipulated
usury driven
hope destroying
fear maintaining
political economy
just reality
Categories:
poverty, america, anger, anti bullying,
Pockets Of Wealth:
In my left
a president
not one
by God sent
In my right
a congress,
not one will
ever confess
In my back,
left or right
the same, day
or night, could
not tell
a difference
if only by sight
could not tell
by ear – though different
appealing promises,
both falsely speaking
year after year
can definitely tell
by all they do,
and not what they say –
the same sulfur smell
for all demagogues
having one foot
already in hell –
a little grease here
a little grease there
throw a feast here
throw a feast there...
mindset far away
from the needle's eye,
from the camel and his
desert~ elite tables' main
focus that of more
prime rib and
succulent pheasant....
Categories:
poverty, freedom, history, humanity, political,
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 as on a true war
Some in bird-fly-fairy costumes spread wings
Some, cuisines in mouth, color spittle bleed
Some, around tentative pools, feed penguins
What shakes! What sips! What hot-cold drinks, indeed
To him, a poor boy, these tell wild tales
Some, cuisines in mouth, color spittle bleed
Fun and frolic mixed cocktails and mock-tails
It's a fantasy-fair; great games in thread
To him, a poor boy, these tell wild tales
He stands, smiling and laughing, eyes wide spread
12 November 2022
Categories:
6th grade, poverty,