Poems About: POVERTY

In this page, poems on / about “poverty” are listed.

  • 13.
    Poverty

    It’s the 21st century,
    World has advanced in many ways, yet poverty still cries.
    Looking at the little boy with tears in eyes,
    Desperately searching for love, companion and good clothes read more »

    Ricky Baker
  • 14.
    Poverty

    It’s the 21st century,
    World has advanced in many ways, yet poverty still cries.
    Looking at the little boy with tears in eyes,
    Desperately searching for love, companion and good clothes read more »

    Meera Meenakshi Sundharam
  • 15.
    April, March! Soldiers Search for HUNGER MARCH - A2 Story

    Lot of hunger and empty bowl without food is poverty,
    Not having one more dress to take bath is poverty,
    Sheltered, willing but failing to accommodate a guest is also poverty,
    Mother's sick but cannot afford treatment is also poverty, read more »

    Harindhar Reddy
  • 16.
    Poverty

    This I wonder while I lay in bed,
    Why it is we all can't be fed
    Poverty stricking our sisters and brothers
    Making life struggle for fathers and mothers read more »

    Nicki Faith
  • 17.
    Poverty

    When we talk each other
    As a subject and object
    Not as a brother and sister
    That is poverty read more »

    George Sicillia
  • 18.
    Sympathies dry

    Poverty is not mother of grief.
    The mother is disparity.
    Prosperity cannot drive out grief.
    Prosperity eliminates poverty. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 19.
    Poverty and Indigence.

    Poverty and Indigence.
    Is it poverty, ?
    Is it indigence, ?
    The Master of Paranoia, read more »

    Maxim Muyu
  • 20.
    END POVERTY

    End poverty
    In the world now
    Please
    Come and work read more »

    Aldo Kraas
  • 21.
    WE ARE NOT ALONE RHAPSODY

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    Aldo Kraas
  • 22.
    The City

    I Pity every city.

    I Pity about Dirty Poverty, which is spread in Widening City. read more »

    Narendra kuppan
  • 23.
    Poverty Grass

    Wild horses we
    Pricked at the wind,
    Never to know, alas;
    That all the lord of our fortunes bought read more »

    David Lewis Paget
  • 24.
    WHEN DOES POVERTY GET POOR




    Seated in the confinds of poverty, dressed in overall butten up to his neck read more »

    terrence beckford
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