Oh the cold,
How it bites and bites.
Through my clothes,
Through my shoes,
Through my skin,
And through my soul.
It hurts, it does.
I want to beg, and I want
to plead.
For I need a cure,
A cure to this cold.
I need clothes,
I need shoes,
I need food,
I need home,
And I need someone.
This will keep me warm.
What shall I do?
For people see me here,
But do nothing.
They do not stop and give
me clothes,
Or shoes,
Or food,
Or home,
Or themselves.
They do not help.
And the cold, it hurts.
(poverty)
Very descriptive poem! I really liked how you went into detail to explain the effects of poverty on a person. It honestly made me sympathize with the the homeless. The structure of your poem also emphasizes the feelings your conveying, which really added depth! Great Job:)
ReplyDeleteI can identify the tone of the poem as desperation. It shows through the repetitiveness of the things the homeless person requires to survive. By the use of your words such as "plead" and "beg" I can understand stand that the narrator would do anything for some food or clothes. Overall this poem is excellent by how the word choices help the reader understand the affects of poverty on this person.
ReplyDeletethanks guys :DD
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