Workhouse Poems - Poems about Workhouse

...How is this free verse poem. Perfumef handkerchifs Hiding thete smells SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL Urchins and vagabonds Scavaging for food SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE......

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...Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest. Pulverized by constant wear of boots on dusty trails. Debris of lifeless memories detached from vital source, scattered broken on apathetic eart......

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...Work is the twin of rest; Work represses me from tasting the sugar of the day, Represses me from witnessing the launch of the moon, Represses me from fun, from the chaff, wraps me in grief, Eve......

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...Oh, don’t flatter me with presents from the Ghost of Christmas Past. Tis the season for nostalgia, but those feelings never last. It’s a gift-wrapped empty promise not worth tuppence on the stree......

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...Victorian Poverty In London. . Slumming it in adverse poverty In Victorian London’s Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green Dingy doss houses packed to the brim Narrow dirty streets with co......

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...The Man from Darwen Came there a man from Darwen, In the heart of the Lancashire Hills, A Town of industrial landscape, Coal Mines and large Cotton Mills. These times of hardship and struggle,......

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...It's hard to stay focused If your mind is never still You'll never find your inner peace If you don't meditate on your will The will to practice with your whole being You will never fi......

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...I was raised in a prison of darkness along walls of cement have I groped the hearts here deep scarred and callous no dreams of a child had I hoped Starved for a......

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...Born into a life of poverty crime and squalor where hunger and cold winds bite and disease is rife and it was a daily battle to stay alive and find some food to stay alive. Uneducated illiterate cau......

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...I was raised in a prison of darkness along walls of cement have I groped the hearts here deep scarred and callous no dreams of a child had I hoped Starved for ......

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...George is in his eighties and he’s seen it all before He was born in the depression and was wounded in the war He hadn’t been a hero, but George had done his bit His legs had both been broken when......

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...It’s Christmas day in the workhouse Just another grey day to endure We are being treated to pot noodle So Oliver won’t be asking for more......

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...It’s Christmas day in the workhouse Just another grey day to endure We have been promised nouvelle cuisine So Oliver will be asking for more......

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...I'm in charge here I am your chieftain.....your Lord and Master the head of proceedings...the king of the castle...the cat with the cream, the orchestrator, the pivotal p......

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...Children of darkness do not play under the Bluebird sky nor do they feel the sunshine of a summer's morning on little backs and faces.. instead they toil from dawn to dusk in rooms of darkness ......

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