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Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: celebrity, deep, hero, inspirational, love, poverty, sensual,


They are not rich.
They have no car. 
They have no fat.
They have no dream.

They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.

They are struggling for existence.

They have not any exceed of life 
Which is poison. 

They live with their old parents.

They have innocent smile and intuition.

They created their poor house as rich home.

They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.


Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
and foraging

Poem Details | by Daniel Human |
Categories: hope, loss, love, poverty,

Gain and Loss

To gain a friend is to lose loneliness
To gain poverty is to lose many friends

It’s sad to see the edge of selfishness
To see the waves and tides and trends

But one who gives, gives love so simply
And one who goes, goes alone

Yet here you stand alone, but loved
Even if you stand and beg

For someone to throw an empty bone

Poem Details | by Chukwuemeka Anyikwa |
Categories: love, poverty,

Love of the Ordinary

"Though common, we love.
Ours is one as the cloud that 
holds the rain, when it looses, 'it' 
becomes never-ending.
We love as from the birth of our 
We are the unforseen grace of the 
globe that gilds the graceful and 
the graceless.
Who is pro rata to love?
We love carelessly.
Who loves non-to fear none?
In death, we need not orders to 
Our love is prosaic".

Poem Details | by Daniel Human |
Categories: life, lost love, people, poverty, sad,

the garden gnome

The man walked up the alley
A shepherd in a valley
Looking for that one lost sheep
When WhatsApp gives a beep
The man took our his phone
An ape picks up a bone
And uses it as a tool
To bash the brainless fool
The sheep had wandered off
As the feet on pavements scoff
Walking past the man seeking alms
Ignoring the poor lady selling charms
The man walked to his home
To his garden and its gnome
Expecting love and tea
And his baby on his knee
The sheep is out there cold
And the whino’s face is old
But not wizened or sagely
Merely worn out and agely
The Shepherd cries a tear
For the sheep so lost right here
In their homes
With garden gnomes
With eyes wide shut

Poem Details | by Victor Chavez |
Categories: freedom, friend, friendship, life, love, poverty, together, truth, wisdom,

Kith and kin

Have a heart and heartless be not. 
life is fleeting forlorn in hopes unfulfilled.
Seek truly caring kith and kin,
who love you still though flawed.
Loneliness by lasting love annihilated.
Passing passion ends in pain delayed,
though sought for sudden pleasures
and immediate delights.

Who cares for kin unknown and far removed?
The poor despised despite possessing huge hearts.

Poem Details | by Michael Bell |
Categories: cute love, fantasy, fun, magic, poverty,

The Magic Spell

The Magic Spell  

Sandwiched tween the  satin  sheets,
My  head  at  rest  upon  your  breast,
Snuggled up to warm  our  hearts,
Lavender scents  the air  its breath.

A  starlight  flash  adorns the room,
Alas ! a fairy  queen has  come,
to cast a  magic spell of  love, 
A sensual  movement of your hips,
informs our  lips  to seal a wish

The  dampness on  your  brow  it  says,
that cosmic fluid  has  to  flow,
to burst the  bubble  that  has  grown, 
and melt the  moment that has shown.

Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: abuse, blessing, care, love, poverty, rain,

Bare Feet

Bare Feet 

On cold wet pavement, he walked without shoes
I could not ignore this man without shoes 
Stopping him I asked, “Where are your shoes?”
He replied to me, “Someone stole my shoes”.
Giving him mine, saying, “Here are your shoes”.

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Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, allusion, angel, anger, art, celebration, confusion, crazy, depression, desire, earth, emotions, fantasy, fear, feelings, freedom, god, grief, health, humanity, humorous, image, imagination, life, loneliness, love, magic, music, nonsense, peace, planet, political, poverty, power, pride, psychological, sound, space, spiritual, stars, stress, suicide, sympathy, teen, usa, wisdom, world,

An Aquarian Exposition

Take the pill
on the hill
and don't be shrill
when you see the rainbow
when you are low.
Just go with the flow
and eat the purple snow.
Chase the rabbits 
through the green field
but use my shield 
to end all of your habits.

Poem Details | by Asiphe Tomeli |
Categories: history, poverty, relationship, sad, world, hate, love, i love you,

Wonders of my life

I can't help but wonder
I can't help it but I just have to look back
The scar's that I have healed
Every picture I have is so random
I could cry a river
I can't stop the anger within
How can I love and hate thee at the same time
You were supposed to be my shield but you burnt me
You were supposed to be my oxygen but yet you're my 
carbon dioxide
My heart feels like an Ice box
You're a part of me
You're my strength yet my weakness
You're past yet my future
You're my enemy yet my family
I hate you and i love you at times
You break me but yet you make me

Poem Details | by Ernest Robles |
Categories: poetry, poverty,


Although you may wander through life,
the brilliant one with her face hidden;
you are the most beautiful Soul;
a moment's perfection encasing you
within the warmest golden rays
of our Sun!

:: 02-18-2017 ::

Poem Details | by Tuhin Chatterjee |
Categories: anxiety, emotions, humanity, imagination, love, political, poverty,

Feel Alone

Feel alone, feel alone
Everybody's with you
Every moment on your own
Still you grab only few!

Feel alone, feel alone
Songs bring sweet pleasure
Every hour on your own 
Still you have little leisure!

Feel alone, feel alone
Works,alas, never leave
Every day on your own
Time is but the greatest thief!

Feel alone, feel alone 
Lover brings sweet warmth
Every month on your own
Still you lose all the charm!

Feel alone, feel alone
Revolution growing up
Every year on your own
Still you credit all the bluff!

Feel alone, feel alone
Life isn't a bare tree
All the life of your own
Can you make carefree?

Poem Details | by Brandon Carter |
Categories: beauty, girlfriend, loneliness, love, lust, poverty, sad love,

Rent Is Too Steep

Written October 13, 2016

Your love is a fortress
But I can't afford it
The price has been driven too high
By gentrification and the likes of some guy
Who's labeled it "rustic" and "chic"
All this rent is too steep
So I walk around town
Just to find a place to sleep
Be it yard, bridge, or overpass
I find a way to pass the time
Looking for some love on a dime

Poem Details | by ashiq alam |
Categories: care, child, humanity, peace, poverty, social,

I need your love , your kindness

My belly burns in hunger, lips like an arid
You cant quench my thirst; you cant quench
my hunger
Let alone a little heart that craves for love
since birth!
Wearied and cold I am and lie down on the
Aching for a warm and cozy sleep tonight
Let in my dreams twinkle the stars up above
Oh! Allah ! , bless me a deep sleep with full stomach or wake me not in this heartless world again!
Feed the poor orphan and poor people. You r human right ?
Do sodqa , give your zakat o my precious dears

Poem Details | by Jonathan Rodriguez |
Categories: dark, depression, loneliness, love, mystery, poverty, smile,


Make believe happiness
Make believe joy
Make a perfect mask
Make believe peace
Make believe wanted
Make a perfect suit 


Poem Details | by Irfana Ali Bhat |
Categories: child, love, poverty,

The Perfect Painting

Brown and black hues
Tattered rags
Whimpering cries
A baby suckling
Through the torn shirt
A woman looking starved
Trying to feed her baby
Right there
Beside that alley
Eyes dimmed with sorrow
No sparkle in anything
Trying to cover her baby
With her tattered stole
Only bright colour
Her love for her kid
Framed this painting
Is now on a wall of my mind
A perfect painting
That moves my heart
Every now and then
Could melt million hearts
Every now and then....


Poem Details | by Brian Sluga |
Categories: america, lost love, poverty, society,

The Beggars Delight

a pretence of goodness 
dimes on the dollar 
blood on your collar 
pieces of diminutive generosity  
tramps love handouts 
look for direction of the middle class 
one day my colour won’t matter
breaking down the barriers
leisurely indifferent realists 
NYC subways monogramed  
a home but not without help 
is education an institution 
not from a hand out on the train 
New York City is not Rome 
the Socialist wonder in grandeur 
that was New York 
bore by socialist’s clichéd reactions 
be real not an imitation of love 
liberals cater to their self-destruction  
know the established redistribution 
a world survives without a coin filled hand 


Poem Details | by njeri hunjeri |
Categories: age, child, children, poverty,


Love is a resting place after a long day Love is a pleasant story told before bedtime Love is a song sang during bedtime Love is an alarm clock waking one for a new day Love is soul food Love is shared Love is warmth Love is clothing Love is shelter Love is friends and family Love is safety Love is to lay down on nothing, wearing nothing, closing your eyes and dreaming of love to be

Poem Details | by David O'Haolin Whalen |
Categories: appreciation, character, introspection, judgement, life, love, poverty,

Give Me A Hand Up My Brother

Say, could you give me A little hand here? I’m near the end Of my rope The world all around me Seems to want to disown me I’m down and Near out of hope I don’t ask for much Just a kind caring touch Just a modicum of charity A bit of warmhearted mercy So please don’t pass me by With cold averted eye For it’s only by a twist of fate It could well be you in my place I may be down and out But remember my friend (have no doubt) We’re both family members …Of the whole Human race…

Poem Details | by Cona Adams |
Categories: drink, family, father, love hurts, poverty,

How Strange, the Heart

How strange, how strange, the ways of God,
to my simple way of thinking.
How strange, how strange, that once my dad
just kept on drinking and drinking.

With wife pressed down, his children working
and coins weighed in his pockets.
Around every bend, the evil there lurking,
to wrench his bones from their sockets.

No matter what became life's tenure,
his soul stayed bound in sorrow,
his family snagged deep in penury,
their hope fixed on tomorrow.

How strange, how strange, the hand of God,
whose strength lay in my mother.
Although Dad's knife had sliced her thin,
she gave her heart to no other.

Poem Details | by Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu |
Categories: love,

Poverty Mile

No porridge for baby,
No medicine for us,
I sold the TV,
What's that lump in your breast?

I am walking you on poverty mile,
But still I want to love you.
It's about troubled love
That never dies;
Shining your light through
All my dark parts,
It's about the little you say
And the more you do,
It's how you make it 
The beginning every day
Every minute, every second
After all these years.

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: allusion, conflict, feelings, freedom, home, love, poverty,

Frozen in Crystalline - Number 1

Hidden in airy snow harsh and cold,                                                                                                                                        yet a warm glow where love does grow.

Poem Details | by Marian Marcus-James |
Categories: lost love


POVERTY is a serious issue, but guess what "I STILL MISS YOU"!!!!!!!

Poem Details | by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories: childhood, education, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mystery, care, care, change, poverty,

My Poverty

My Poverty
My poverty why is a shame?
My poverty why has a flame?
My poverty is only poverty,
My poverty why has a blame?

Because physically,
You are n’t stronger than me,
But mentally,
You are clever and free.

I care for traditions,
I care for religions,
But you care only for benefits,
I care for superstitions.

I am fanatic,
Because you are promoter,
I am fanatic,
Because you aren’t supporter.

If you want,
You can change a system,
You run my universities,
Social and religious both.

You are a dealer,
You use all factors 
To change my facts,
My poverty that’s why has a claim.

Poem Details | by Robert Velves |
Categories: anger, beach, bereavement, i love you, i miss you, loss, missing you,


I miss you.
Beneath the shadow where I belong,
I cannot reach for you
So I'm just humming a song
O, do you hear?
It's only right that you are not here.

I miss you.
The night is such a lonely place
And I'm so hidden away to be seen
Maybe some aimless thoughts can find ways
Of what love may mean.