Short Destitution Poems

Short Destitution Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Destitution by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Destitution by length and keyword.


Premium Member Kindness

Kindness


      Love imbued with real kindness...banish destitution and dire sadness










Penned:
06/10/2021
3:45 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Form: Monoku


Premium Member Hunger

Famine, starvation,
Misery, segregation,
Poverty, destitution,
Drought, pollution,
Want, undernutrition,
Loneliness, exclusion,
Hope, delusion,
Love, illusion.
Form: Rhyme

Brave

I do not love you,
For your eyes are spiteful, too.
I do not love you,
Your eyes are revolving lasers of ugliness and destitution.
Though why the desire to smite me,
O, brave ones,
Why the desire to smite me?
Form: Verse

Taking Flight

Upon reaching the top
I found a new bottom
Polarity lies
with the truth ill begotten
Direction a ruse
in misguided fruition
As searchers take flight
— in their new destitution

(The New Room: January, 2025)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Poverty To Prosperity

POVERTY penurious, needy beggaring, needing, suffering destitution, indigence; affluence, riches well-being, succeeding, thriving successful, robust PROSPERITY
written January 17, 2022
Form: Diamante


Premium Member Safe Home

Home is not a safe place 
People die at home
Trapped under books and papers,
Carriers of culture, which 
Should be there to save you 

Yet, beguiling blindly, 
The termites of destitution 
Bore into the substance 
Which crumbles gently

And lets you down at last

A New Year's Resolution

A New Year's Resolution..
is to come
to a solution
to stop destitution
and pollution..

A New Year's Resolution..
for the mind
and institution
for the wrong
make restitution
to give love
a distribution..
A new constitution..

A New Year's Resolution.


D.C. 12/18/15
© D. C.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

If You Find

If you find love give love
If you find hate give love
If you find nothing give love

Loving mind, loving wisdom
Loving knowledge, loving intuition
Loving introspection
It's an eternal powerful conscience
Conscientious humanity can give generously even in destitution 

Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee

On Poverty

Deprivation is a great teacher
Empty cupboards and growing weeds

Cause the soul to stir
To disdain idle chitchat and merriment

Lessons learned transform the spirit from sand to granite
Conversely, dissipation and luxury turn lives to shards

Always getting one's way leads to the house of destitution
Too much milk and no meat

Optimistic

Optimistic


Being alive is war
We often pray not to die young
Yet battle up battle
We live our lives in destitution
We stretch arm to feed
Yet we are part of the globe
We unable to sleep
In warm of our love ones
We sleep where we are after the day roughen
A terrible life indeed
We accept our destiny
With optimism for a better future

I'M Glowing

It must've been when driving by the evening sun
Its godlike brilliance blasting through the clouds
Cutting the sky apart with rays of light
I loved it
And maybe it loved me
Maybe something so beautiful
Finds sad and broken things to be beautiful in turn
Maybe it gave me something
A bit of its glow
Now carrying my silent destitution
Simple, stripped, and clear
I'm glowing

The Fruit of Destitution

In the gaiety of poverty
I’m happy as you please
paying  my rent
with drunken smiles
celebrating my choice
of subsidized afflictions

Its not me you see
clothed in the sun
bleeding thoughts of glory
toiling
amongst the colorful dead

I sweat black earth 
share scars with straw hats
whisper intimacies into 
restless pools of light   
as green bananas
fall from the heavens.
© F Vaz  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

Restore Me

Like a supernova my dreams were shattered
Lost in a nebulae of desolation,
I wept,
Maker of the universe!
Why have thou forsaken me?
Now I roam about the cosmic,
Wondering in destitution,
No place to call home,
Draw me back with your energy, 
Your unfailing cosmic powers,
So I can return to you,
Illuminate thy cosmic pathway,
So I can come back to you,
Restore me, my most cherished possession,

My psychic ability,
O master of the Universe.

War

Into the depths of my soul
I listen for my answer
to this heart wrenching war
slowly killing me like a cancer
out of the resonance of my thoughts
I plead to my father
for guidance from my grief
a solution for my bothers
through the mar of my heart
I pray for absolution
for strength to face my hardships
to escape from destitution
and in my heart and soul and mind
I know his answer I'll hear
for he has never left my side 
though pain nor grief nor fear

Vanished

The roof has borne its share
Of winter's chill, summer's heat,
Of storms and rains,
The wood consumed by termites,
Spiders weaving webs throughout the home.
Ants have claimed the very foundation,
Young rats, in ruinous floods.

The people, they were scorched
By literal fires, or by a hidden agony
Hoarded deep within their hearts.
They became exiles,
Driven by a neighbor's torment,
Or by utter destitution,
Or by the callous neglect of their own kin.
© Ali Pran  Create an image from this poem.

Boat of Poverty

Why this boat?
Could it be the boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.

Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of the ghetto!

W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to the black,
Livelihood to the white.

Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.
Form: Narrative

Free Cee a Street In a Burg Called the Blues

damn
back on the street again
the dime bag copping
ego dropping
dampened dope dreams street again
a street in a burg called the blues baby
where wicked witchy women are on the stroll
bopping to rock and roll
as i light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
where even the sages are bores 
and destitution oozes from the pores of us junkies
johns 
and drunken few
and what are we all trying to do'
just pay our due baby, 
JUST PAY OUR DUE
  2012...free cee  PHREEPOETREE
Form: Monorhyme

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