Poems About: POVERTY

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

  • 253.
    Sonnet: Poverty

    The horrific specter called Poverty,
    Ruining most illustrious of men;
    Denying them much of their liberty;
    Suppressing talents and scholastic ken. read more »

    Dr John Celes
  • 254.
    From Poverty To a Throne

    I held on to my dreams and sanity
    Even when kindness was never shown
    Because I had a feeling deep down in my bones
    That God can take anyone from poverty to a Throne. read more »

    Mary Bowman
  • 255.
    Mother of Civilization

    Her voice calm like a
    Meditation of life's many troubled
    All day's in demonstration unharm
    Mother of civilization saying "people from read more »

    Henry Tolliver
  • 256.
    Philanthropist

    A man works hard, as if
    To remove poverty in the world,
    He donates several dollars off and on for it, and
    He gazes then struts with puzzling, read more »

    I.B.S. Sipi, M.D.
  • 257.
    You Are The Mother Beneath Our Wings Dedicated to my mother who thought she had nothing to give-but gave the wisest things!

    You are the mother beneath our wings, born into poverty brought us the
    wealth of many kings, When you art young and don't have anything, you rely on
    your Mother to give you everything, For a poor mother who had nothing you gave the
    wisest things, You are the Mother beneath our wings. read more »

    Miriam McKee
  • 258.
    Sonnet: My life

    My poverty has been my best Teacher;
    My selflessness has been my best helper;
    My miseries have been my best lover;
    My love of God has been my best Master. read more »

    Dr John Celes
  • 259.
    If It Was Not Terrorized

    For all of the wealth one man has,
    Another lives in poverty.
    For all of the poverty that man has...
    Another finds hope. read more »

    Lawrence S. Pertillar
  • 260.
    Poetical Intentions

    Poetical Intentions
    Poetical Intentions
    There was once an American dream
    A house a job and a car or three with a cat in the yard read more »

    Charles Hice
  • 261.
    The Poet

    He once walked the streets of Dublin wearing shabby pants and coat
    And nowadays many critics claim him to be Ireland's greatest poet
    He died in eighteen forty nine of malnutrition we are told
    At a young age for a man to die just forty six years old. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 262.
    If madness was consumed by sanity

    if madness was consumed by sanity,
    would ward rounds be necessary.
    if anarchy was disolved by harmony,
    would the upholders of the law, read more »

    Not Long Left
  • 263.
    21 - Victorian Poverty

    A period of extreme poverty of the lower working classes
    As they worked to the death the rich sat politely on their arses
    London’s poor tried to scrape a living doing jobs the devil created
    As the rich sat at their windows laughing at the pitiful souls they hated read more »

    nicola burkett
  • 264.
    flower of waltz-WAEL MOREICHEH

    FLOWER OF WALTZ AND
    POWER OF POVERTY new revolution against
    APOLLO AND GODDESS
    the.......... coming for more archery fights OR read more »

    WAEL MOREICHEH
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