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Transcript of Poverty
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
When Shall I Sleep By Emily Bronte Oh, for the time when I shall sleep
And never care how rain may steep,
Or snow may cover me!
No promised heaven these wild desires
Could all, or half, fulful;
No threatened hell, with quenchless fires,
Subdue this quenchless will!
So said I, and still say the same;
Still, to my death, will say—
Three gods within this little frame
Are warring night and day:
Heaven could not hold them all, and yet
They all are held in me;
And must be mine till I forget
My present entity!
Oh, for the time when in my breast
Their struggles will be o'er!
Oh, for the day when I shall rest,
And never suffer more!
London by William Blake I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new born Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
Poverty is without a dime
It's robbery without being a crime
Poverty cannot heal through a lottery
It cannot feed by self on bread and butter
What an utter disgrace
Poverty is a people's problem
No It's all's problem, Help poverty
Help the people
Make a change
Change a life
Give to the needy, Show kind deeds
Show some love, To all the people.
Ripped clothes, torn sandals
Or else walked barefoot
Black nail polish.
Walking in the street
Begging for food
Till the blood drips in such little feet.
Went to sleep
With an empty stomach
Not even a drop of water.
Can I continue this way? POVERTY Josh Padgett
1B Grief by Josh Padgett The Poor Child by Josh Padgett Clothed in just a piece of wool
Sitting by the side walk
Eyeing my next meal like a hawk
Living this way is not that cool
Having nothing to drink but your own drool
Seeing people like this leaves me in a state of shock
Yet they live like this around the clock
Sometimes nothing left but a skull
There is hope for all the needy
Just look deep within yourself
To everyone that has no wealth
Give something up and dont be greedy
Extreme Poverty by Josh Padgett http://allpoetry.com/poem/6411461 Alliteration Imagery Personification Simile Allusion English Renaissanse
Romanticism Victorian 'http://www.myvideo.de/movie/6735388 WHEN in the mines of dark and silent thought
Sometimes I delve and find strange fancies there,
With heavy labour to the surface brought
That lie and mock me in the brighter air,
Poor ores from starvèd lodes of poverty,
Unfit for working or to be refined,
That in the darkness cheat the miner's eye,
I turn away from that base cave, the mind.
Yet had I but the power to crush the stone
There are strange metals hid in flakes therein,
Each flake a spark sole-hidden and alone,
That only cunning, toilsome chemists win.
All this I know, and yet my chemistry
Fails and the pregnant treasures useless lie.
Complaint by Edward Shanks Modern http://www.voki.com/mywebsite.php http://www.voki.com/mywebsite.php