Work 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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They're cashing in on our misery 
By making us go in circles
While they keep promising to deliver
On nothing cause nothing they've said holds water 

They're...

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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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Standing upon the roof top,
watching her brothers walk to school,
Rekha reminisces about her playground,
full of childhood innocent smiles.

A sole kite decorated in orange and red,
floats...

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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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A graduate with no future
A promise was made from the start 
It was with words of hope 
We felt a future filled with prosperity
From the...

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At nights we’d sit out on the balcony drinkin
Breathin
That thick mug air
Of a New Orleans summer evening.
Livin as easy
As they’d let us
In the bowels 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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Chicago's new mayor just proposed
    another plan to put a heavy load

  on us beleaguered taxpayers --
    We'd...

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At a truck stop diner outside Atlanta:
His face expressionless
His mouth   mutely slack
He sat at his small table  watching her
  as she...

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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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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...

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He was a man of notoriety,
A maker of the law.
He was known for his piety,
A crusader for the poor.

He went about his daily tasks,
With forthright...

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Because once a time in a round mud hut
at the edge of the bottomless of pits,
I know that a three- or four-year-old roars with his...

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In the corners of our world
Lies a pain that we can't ignore
A cry for help, a call for aid
From those who hunger, cold and poor

Their...

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