Slum(A) Poems - Poems about Slum(A)

Why war-war?

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

That was Home

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

Minor Slum

dark matter groovin'
anti climatica drill
midnight rain ether

Every Bum In Our Slum

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

Slum Summer

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

The Slum

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

Ditch and Slum

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

Slum

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,

We Slum Dwellers

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

Slum Dweller

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

Slum Gangsters

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

Sin Seekers In the Sympathectomy Slum Souks

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

Slum Dweller

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

Frost Batters the Slum

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

A Slum Outside Paris

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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