Short Lower Class Poems
Short Lower Class Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lower Class by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lower Class by length and keyword.
red-blue balls
lower class teacher
shows colored balls - counts number
kid denies to learn
10/07/2019
'Haiku-hue' Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
lower class, teacher,
Form:
Haiku
The Lower class
Have people interpret the words for them.
The Middle class
Simply read with their eyes.
The Upper class
Do not read at all.
In fact,
They just stare at a blank page because
If you are rich enough,
You are the poem.
Categories:
lower class, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Out of the Ordinary
Not only was it out of the ordinary
It ended up being extraordinary
Middle or lower class never been
Can't understand predicament we are in
Ain't gonna be easy and may be gory.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Profound Poet
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Categories:
lower class, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
1.He was a Scottish-Canadian medical doctor
and serial killer who poisoned his victims.
2.He murdered up to ten people in three countries.
3.He is targeting mostly lower-class women,
prostitutes and pregnant women seeking abortions.
4.He was convicted and sentenced to death,and was
hanged on 15 November 1892.
Note.Prostitutes are also women and women are not
aliens,they are our mothers sisters and daughters.
Categories:
lower class, addiction, drink, drug, food, mental illness, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Who will make a move first.
The world of chess is in the courts.
Can we really give an appeal and pay our lawyer for trust.
It’s your move Bobby Fisher, I mean the judge. Which side are you on?
Nitpicking the evidence but he won’t budge. Now we take it up to the president for rights deserve.
Mr. President can you help the lower class people? Taking it to the Supreme Court which is now reserved. It’s now your move...
Categories:
lower class, care, christian, evil, games, judgement, people, power,
Form:
Rhyme
They look down from their penthouse and turn up their nose.
They see us all as a murder of crows. Bunch of pests and foul nuisances trying to eat of their crops.
Not sons and daughters and mommas and pops.
They don't want to hear of our lower class rambling.
Why shan't we continue our financial gambling?
Their scarecrow is the media which deems us all decadent.
We shall not yield the cornfield, For we are the 99 percent!
Categories:
lower class, angst, business, history, life, on work and
Form:
I do not know?
'Pantry ****' writes Professor Denton
is a crusade that she's been sent on
to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt
that she's an ignorant, stupid lout
She claims that tidy pantries and manicured lawns
are 'racist and sexist structures' upper-crust society is based on
Well, Ms. Denton, if you'd ever lived in a lower-class neighborhood
you'd know instinctively what utter bull-roar your claims rest upon
Categories:
lower class, racism, sick, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Living just to die
Negligence rules
From the upper class
It prove is seen
Right on the lower class
Below the bottom
They have their world
Up there
So is difficult for them
To see us below
The power they posses
Is the source of the curse
Why till now they cant feel
The ones who holds
The pillars of that up lift them
Life is sad story
No wonder they create
A pillamid of class
Even when we live
Our life's are equal to just
Living just to die
Categories:
lower class, africa, courage, inspiration, tribute, words,
Form:
Epic
A fair and democratic society
renders the good fruits of Liberty
without distinction of upper and lower class;
where's that one who can change this chaotic mess?
Many are the victims of abuse: their cry is unheard;
the rich don't clothe and feed the vagrants,
the lawless spread terror with their guns
while terrorized pedestrians hear the blasting sound.
A peaceful evening of summer turns into a death trap:
on dark sidewalks mothers mourn children in their lap.
Written on 9/21/2016
Categories:
lower class, abuse, anger, death, discrimination, evil, poverty, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
A love that would have been
He was dark I was light
That’s all they could see
A lower class, a different class
Its just no good to ask
It was all a farce
Blinded by ignorance, rumours
None of them were true
Only was my love for Drew
Friends shunned me
Just when I needed them
Relatives became my enemies
Everyone was told
No one listened to my heart
Only the gossips of the cold
Now I sit, I pity them
In happiness of my love
We’re together now
Me and Drew, alone, above.
Categories:
lower class, girlfriend-boyfriendlove,
Form:
Rhyme