Short Pauper Poems
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Age is taking its toll I find
It's unavoidable no matter how refined
King or pauper
Rich man's daughter
Depends if the cheque is good you signed
Categories:
pauper, adventure,
Form:
Limerick
It is what it seems -
Another boy's dreams
Of Ronaldo fame.
His shirt is a shame,
His goal is the same -
True love for the game.
March 16, 2021
Categories:
pauper, poverty, soccer,
Form:
Verse
an adventure every day
I can choose princess or pauper
writing my story as I create it
my ideas
my ideals
my beliefs
my attitudes
my choices
I choose princess
Categories:
pauper, life,
Form:
Free verse
Grasshopper in boiling pot
Wild wolf in boiling furnace
Pauper in king’s palace
Rich man in pauper’s hut
Devil queen in God’s kingdom
Holy Angel in devil’s palace
Categories:
pauper, integrity, irony,
Form:
Couplet
The poet is a lonely heart
A beggar with a clue
A pauper with a portly point of view
He joins the feast without a beast
To pick a bone or two
And yet his plate is full when he is through.
Categories:
pauper, poets,
Form:
Light Verse
Òpression of the pauper poor,
By Class distinctions paltry whore,
The would be super-rich,
Step on the downtrodden quick,
Think they are better for,
Pathetic is their pitch.
Don Johnson
Categories:
pauper, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a man
tormented,
abandoned...
He had no friends,
only flatterers...
He was so poor,
but so pauper,
that nothing had...
There was nothing, in fact he only had
silver, gold, and cash...!
Categories:
pauper, allusion, analogy, appreciation, extended metaphor, friendship, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
he spent his whole life
poisoned by cupidity...
yet died a pauper
14.07.19
'Senryu About Greed, Lust Or Loss. Poetry Contest' sponsored by Tania Kitchin
syllable count checked by ear and PS syllable counter
Categories:
pauper, death, desire,
Form:
Senryu
No matter how famous we become or what we achieve
We all meet the same fate, no one gets a reprieve
Be they, king or pauper
Or some rich man's daughter
We're all gone and forgotten when we finally take leave
Categories:
pauper, life,
Form:
Limerick
No matter how famous we become or what we achieve
We all meet the same fate, we don't get no reprieve
Be they king or pauper
Or some rich man's daughter
We're all gone and forgotten when we finally take leave
Categories:
pauper, future,
Form:
Limerick
Chantaclair
From the pleasure garden,
came the grape to ferment the vintage,
loved by pauper poet, saint, or sage.
Taste so sweet with just a hint of bite,
nectar of the gods,
but a single bottle survives, Chantaclair.
Categories:
pauper, drink,
Form:
Blank verse
upstairs window
the fields looking as
covered with snow in the night
thinking of all and nothing
but the moonlit fields
my zen books,
peter pauper press editions,
yellow with age now
showing my steadfast love
for no-mind even now
Categories:
pauper, age, growing up, moon,
Form:
Tanka
Tears
Roll
Gently
My heart cries
As it dies once more
My arms go limp as you break free
Standing alone with memories and a broken heart
I am lost, a pauper without a grave, doing time waiting for Him to call me home
Categories:
pauper, heartbreak,
Form:
Fibonacci
They
cut up
the common,
enclosed the heath
and
made
the land
all their own-
putting to the
plough-
once
freemen,
then wage slaves-
as a pauper
lie.
For more on the English enclosure please read
Oliver Golssmith's 'The Deserted Village' or John Clare/William Barnes poetry
Categories:
pauper, business, history, people, places, political
Form:
Lanterne
It is better to be a pauper in paradise
Than a hero in chaos,
For a pauper in paradise can still
Partake in plentiful simple pleasures,
Yet a hero in chaos is neither free
From untimely death nor above the
Corrosive attrition that fear begets.
All rights released into Public Domain
Categories:
pauper, allusion, anxiety, peace, philosophy, visionary, wisdom,
Form:
Alliteration
My name is Stephen King, it is really
Like the famous horror author
Though more good looking than he is
He is comfortably rich I’m only a pauper.
Nehpets Gnik is my username on here
I could not declare my real name
For I am humbled to share it with him
Comparing my work with his put me to shame.
Categories:
pauper,
Form:
Quatrain
A pauper begs at the town gate
and sets, each day, a date with fate.
He harbours dreams where riches flow
but morning finds him on skid row.
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Killing With an Epigram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Placed 2nd
28th April, 2022
Categories:
pauper, desire, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
Love and life ,now lost in time .
Deluded dreams that drive the hope .
When meaningful moments marched in rhyme
For pauper,priest ,Prince and Pope .
Sceptics scan each scrap of news
With time and tide precision tools ,
Where visionaries vent their victory views.
For friend and foe's forgiving fools .
Categories:
pauper, life, time,
Form:
Alliteration
A grain of truth,
the grit of life,
the pauper, a richman,
who knows of strife.
An incoming tide, an
outgoing train, leaving
or arriving, it’s all the same.
Strive if you must with
might and main,
to live,
to die or gain.
For fate has its say,
gives of its time,
some luck
and sometimes a prize.
Categories:
pauper, time,
Form:
I do not know?
I’m a Nobody --
at my best I serve
as conduit, a vessel
that God may fill
to overflow, pouring
out His wisdom and
Love --
Forgotten my lovely
poem a week after,
what will the world
think of me, a year after
I am gone?
To live one’s poetry
is to die a pauper
To live one’s Faith
Is not to care….
Categories:
pauper, faith, god, inspirational, love, poetry, wisdom, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Esther sings
Through an overbite smile
Each quivering note
Cut
Into precious stones
That ripple the audible calm
Staccato stones
Skipping in the wake
Of
The coarsing passage
Those double crossing blues
Did lay
Pauper to grave
But her quivering stones
Ripple through ardent ears
Double crossing
The passage
Of time.
Categories:
pauper, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
~In ‘Than-Bauk’ rhyme
I will prime line…
My time lined verse…
“from homeless homes
Pauper roams not
from dome’s sky light!”
For and in Honor of Dr Ram
And contest: “Than-Bauk
Categories:
pauper, dedication,
Form:
Than-Bauk
Yo Steve-0
?Que paso?
You are rich and famous
I am a pauper
People love your words.
They abhor mine.
You will never want to
sit down for a second
and talk with me.
Because your better man. Like Eddie Vedder, man.
and I would guess that you know it.
I never read your books.
They make me sick from
the compulsion you show.
Categories:
pauper, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
People call me as insane
Sitting alone on the plain
They say I am very keen
Asking why the leaves are green
They see me glance at the ocean
They watch me look at the sun
I am just a crazy pauper
For those who have no answer
Leaves are green, God and I know
Ocean's blue whilst sun's yellow
Eureka! Leaves are between
Sun and ocean, so they're green
Categories:
pauper, funny, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Having been given the role of pauper,
a mere pawn in life's chess game;
I've excepted then the offer,
casting upon none blame.
Had I fame and fortune
and all its worldly acclaim;
Might not I revel in my portion
and squander away my name.
Better then, the riches of wisdom,
for me a just reward;
With knowledge as my kingdom
and all the universe mine to hoard.
Categories:
pauper, introspection, philosophy, social, universe,
Form:
Rhyme