Workhouse Poems - Poems about Workhouse

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...

When the Twig Snaps

...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...

In This Place

...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...

Marley Plays the Bottom Line - With Apologies To Charles Dickens

...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...

Victorian Poverty In London

...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...

The Man From Darwen

...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,...

Focus and Balance

...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...

Bonds

...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...

Victorian Poverty Crime and Squalor

...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...

Bonds

...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 ...

Diddled

...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...

Christmas Day In the Workhouse 4

...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...

Christmas Day In the Workhouse # 3

...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...

Reprimand

...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...

The Workhouse

...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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