Best Poverty Poems

I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried not to retract, 
but after so many tears 
I have to take that promise back. 

I write this Thesis 
after...

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I turn my head, and there she is once more
in her disheveled, worn, and tattered dress,
one pew behind me near the exit door-
she sits head bowed- an image of distress.

Two weeks now on a Sunday, she is there-
the same pew in the church, the same...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old man feel faint - ha! 
..a feign of concern with...

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You're worthy of love

I see the scars, you're hiding deep within
they're not visible, upon your skin
you don't even know, how you could begin
to feel worthy of love...

You've been floating away, in time and space
your pain is written, all over your face
your dignity left you, without...

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You see us everywhere you go
Every corner of your street house our offspring
Every bridge in your city has become our refugee camp
We are the people you call peasant
We are the peasants with pleasant rags

You see us at the entrance of your estates
You see us at...

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Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump started into a human mold

    White clapboard poverty with tiger lily blooms,
blueberry rake poverty woolen looms.

Riffs of...

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In the late 1970s, I was going home on a Friday evening,
and needed a little more fuel in my truck, 
enough to get back to work on Monday morning.
I had $3 on me, pulled into a gas station, 
told the guy who pumped gas to...

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Grit in her eyes beaming fortitude of vibes
Powers her dash from one end to the other
Handing out drinks: brandy, whiskey, beer;
Serving high rollers and surly poor-souls
Where lights are flashing as machines jingle
When luck adjudicates winners and losers.

Watch her essence of fiery determination
Fueling her steps, gathering...

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Poverty and hunger are bedfellows.~ The Poet~ 

Alluring, pleading
Yet it will burn,
Pangs of hunger
Immanent yearn.
Desperate child 
So forlorn
For the poverty 
To which she was born.
Minds meant to be astute,
Mental distortion
So destitute. 
The steaming broth
Humbly offered,
No wrath for their plight
No relief in sight
The bounty so meager
The...

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This is what the wicked are like— always free of care, they go on amassing wealth. Surely in vain I have kept my heart pure and have washed my hands in innocence ~ Psalm 73:12-13


A wise man long ago bemoaned the thought
that those who seek...

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So many times we see someone in need
Most walk by while they piteously plead
Plead for help that may not come
Plead for love because they have none
So many people just don't take the time
To support their fellow man
Like it's too much to be kind
Too much to...

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And as the hills yonder 
Turned red from sunset rays
As darkness engulfed the valley
And the sweet sounds of birds
Rent the cool evening air

Our cows and sheep and goats 
Hurried down the footpath
As though they were late
To a gathering of clans
Or to one of their own

And...

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If wealth is now your blessing,
what then was the prayer?
Avarice, its goal possessing,
yet in penury, despair.

I see them often in the store
eyes ahead, regard for none.
Against the classes, tacit war—
Modus Operandi: shun.

Vaunted compounds they do flout—
absent grasp of their chagrin—
for walls and gates that keep...

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The hideous and the humble
Blood peppers falling snow
As world hurtles to the tipping point
Life chokes on ignited air
Wrenching love from hungry mouths
Stars fall without sound
Some weep helpless, day through night
Ever wondering how
Never knowing why ......

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If I ruled the whole wide world there's so much that I would change
I wouldn't be Mr Popular, and they'd think me somewhat strange
First thing to go would be nuclear arms they would all be banned
I'd then send my officials to keep watch, in...

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