Slum Poems - Poems about Slum

Why do we crave war-war? When it's better we jaw-jaw, Why do we bomb-bomb? When we are not dumb-dumb. Why do we crave war-war? When it's only bloods that pour-pour, Why do we fight-fight? When we can make peace-peace. When it's better we jaw-jaw, Why is it war that we saw-saw? When we can be friend-friend, Why is it that it's war that trend-trend? When it's only...

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The slum that birthed me, Is where love and loss huddle close, side by side, Shanty houses crowded, wall to wall, Yet love’s essence bloomed, unyielding and clear, Tin roofs, mud walls, unpaved streets, filth embellished in disarray, In that savage realm, where Violence law, and Deceit lingered, a norm, Shouldered my fears and nurtured my hopes breathing purpose into existence, That...

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dark matter groovin' anti climatica drill midnight rain ether...

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I know like a solvable sum Every Samson’s riddle bum Roaming our banal slum Besides my tricky chum With his insincere dum-dum–dum! Not in his favor His ear- assaulting chewing gum, A thing to not savor His disquieting rum… If not slapping some drum, Strangers asking where they came from, Glowering at the seemingly dumb. Sometimes, touching tunes does hum But with a face decidedly glum And...

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wasps buzz, sting, fly off eyelids swell like farm-fresh Dates flies invade the face ants tickle, trickle, prickle nose and lips look frozen-fruits mosquito-marching bugs mate under warm pillows crickets, cockroaches tour on physique sleeping deep rose chafers enter the nose cutworms curl coolly earwigs settle under sheets millipedes get in costumes make matters messy ticks cling on heads from nowhere (This is not simply fun. This is an everyday...

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The slum When I was born the manger was occupied I got a cot at a Home run by the salvation- army and stayed the until my step-grandmother committed suicide by jumping out of the third-floor window, she was going to join my grandfather A funny thing about the window it kept opening up by itself for...

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When all are fine and dandy And all are rich and dumb We'll all go down to randy and bare a ditch and slum...

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Slum Where hard looks and thin soup oppose, the spider, cockroach, rat, and mouse dispute in patient litigation or in border raids our title to this world. There is no mystery, it boils down to food. Our ruined lunches providing theirs as Roman baths provided stones for abbeys of a different creed. They too win converts. With earbite and cold fear, patient, persistent, numerous,...

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We slum dwellers strive through arduous thistles of hardship We tough it out through the mere adroitness of apprenticeship We writhe morosely, carrying the world over our shoulders But we tussle toughly the travails like soldiers We're the slaves that bolster the aplomb of the upper crust The hapless mendicants whose ascendancy the haves must thrust The loyal ignoramuses that politicians...

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His life echoes in misery in his tin house, as the arms of the law crackdown on rioters, who get their money from politicians. Selling second-hand clothes is his main job, but the council officers extort money from him, leaving him dry, frustrated and teary. His face shows he's seen a lot in his lifetime, with scars from a failed leadership system. His...

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Slum gangsters I'll wash my hands In your blood Dare i catch you selling Alcohol to children...

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There is no world without sins It is written so The birth of humanity was the first sin Sinning flowed like lava from the mountain tops Sinners and sins The world to some may seem dark and grim Floral looks the most beautiful and virgin when is dying Exquisite and exotic before petals fall crying There are the ones who defend deplorable beliefs Instead...

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When you couldn’t in your youth not with the fist to strike the rocks, with progress push life smooth, the tiny origin of your brain. Now take in your palms countenance, the swollen years of past. It won’t be straight at once from nothing to arise. Arise, how worthy it is to live with powerless...

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Frost batters the slum The alley cat plays the piano Bat cries spear the soul...

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A slum outside Paris A cardboard city thrives a place where no one has to pay the rent and electricity are purloined. is it impossible for middle -class folk to understand but the Roma thrive despite living by a city dump where you dump your trash wash your hand and are happy to live in a...

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