Hobo Poems

Hobo poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of hobo poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on hobo are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory)

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory) short poem

It’s a beautiful town. a hobo in dirty gown He smiled at me he lives near alley he kinda smelly he looked so holy it’s shivering cold snow and rain never heard him complain he played violin gave him watermelon

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Greening

Greening long poem

it bleeds in thin sunset strands filters through within sunlight congealing in layers every day a fat ripeness that makes old folks sob for the urges their bodies no longer answer the pig died like prejudice you can learn about

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Lost Love

Lost Love short poem

Four years have passed since we split Yet my love for you has never quit To say I’m doing fine would be lying The loss of your love feels like dying I miss you morn and night time too Tears

Mind’s Mood

Minds Mood short poem

When the storm strikes, when the cold bites, when thirst is unquenched, when survival is at stake. deep in the world of loneliness, far away from love & happiness The mind a wild nomad, wandering here, there & everywhere. No

I Will Never Forget You

I Will Never Forget You short poem

In my heart I can hold you close to me, for in my heart you will never depart I feel the movement of you inside of me, and, wonder how you will be I feel how much we are one,

Here Comes Monsoon

Here Comes Monsoon short poem

The wait is finally over Time to experience a complete makeover Amidst the thunder raindrops will be drippin’ Turning dusty leaves fresh and green ”I’m the sole power”, thought the summer heat Through tiny drops of water it faced defeat

Adorable Friend !

Adorable Friend ! short poem

Can anyone imagine a girl so polite and bright ? I have one such friend , I know her love for her friends can never have an end . Her innocent eyes reflects her sweetness , And her adorable face

Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad

Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad prose poem

Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad Dad I am your guiltless and innocent unborn daughter who is anxious to step in your house will you please give birth to your daughter Will you be happy on my arrival probably

A Man Without A Soul

A Man Without A Soul short poem

A different day, Is about to start… Another day, To make it last… As the sun, Creeps over the horizon… I’ll find my way, Back to fun…! As the day will grow old, I’ll be moving on… Away from the

Lunar Eclipse

Lunar Eclipse short poem

Turn the corner and you will find, some dark figures huddled together under the rains of words. In a fractured embrace. One chunk of floating pain falls on you. The assassin had come quietly. A song was knifed today. Turn

The Broken Half Of The Sky

The Broken Half Of The Sky short poem

“Today at work”, she says, “My boss went berserk” Has all the luxuries of the world, Except if you see closely, she has no one. Beautiful and intelligent she is for sure, but Rumours tell me she was never chosen

Hope

Hope short poem

As I walked the garden of love I could feel the roses bloom i could sense the beauty there Moving through the valley i knew i was bound hard i knew i was a blessed soul i could hardly walk

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess ode

Relieve me of this cruel, Subterranean passion, Or douse dispiriting reason, Cast out the angst Heart distressed, Regain your soothing rhythm. Return to me Resilience, Revoke this grim oppression, Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition. Don’t consign me to

Heavens

Heavens short poem

For the Heavens I strive, To make purpose from being alive, To ascend one bright day, To have visions enough to parlay. For becoming a better man, To give to those I sometimes can’t, To show how deeply I can

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams short poem

I saunter down a shady boulevard Walk on a rocky, uneven path My shadow trails behind me slowly Hunched-back, dragging a lead ball wearily Every step is a torture us both As I walk bare-footed on slivers of glass Each

Old Bald Man Blues

Old Bald Man Blues short poem

I want the hair of that Latino boy long in front and swept up an etched obsidian wing to hell with the rest of him slumped, slack, waiting for school day’s start listening with his eyebrows independent as two plump

The Suicide

The Suicide short poem

Looking down, I can see only one thing… Darkness as far as it goes, not even a blink, Life’s an eternal abyss, I learnt today; Winners see the light, quitters kicked away… Myself was a winner (or so I thought),

Love Sonnet 160

Love Sonnet 160 sonnet poems

When love remains as mere figment of dreams, Flimsy as silk, or webs that spiders spin, Yet serves us best, when life’s hard crust it creams, As joys, that might at times, been spread too thin; Such when a scent

Transition

Transition short poem

I was strolling along one sunny morn, Didn’t quite realise when she left me; I kept walking on, Not knowing she wasn’t following me. In this world she would be but a misfit, For she possessed the caprice of innocence;

Caught In The Web

Caught In The Web prose poem

Every memory of you, every feeling you made me feel, is so very precious and so very real, hidden are my secrets, hidden are my joys, nothing can bring them back so today I avoid, run away, run away that’s

I still believe!

I still believe! long poem

As I remember my remedy in the natural scent of humanity, I am reminded the chewed kisses stamped on my forehead applauding my addition to the Zimbabwean population. I remember my first time drowned and dissolved in the newness of

Crazy Days

Crazy Days short poem

Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is

She’s Kinda Beautiful

Shes Kinda Beautiful ode

They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel short poem

Like a fallen angel am I Unloved and unwanted Distressed and disturbed of heart Unable to die and too pained to live. I exist like the walking dead In the realm of the living Waiting for that elusive grace For

Grief

Grief short poem

It’s hard to grasp grief when it does come? Different for all when losing someone It never came on the day that you died Or following weeks that passed on by When your body was gone and turned into ashes

The Silence at Ellora

The Silence at Ellora long poem

So much we lose in a lifetime, among the cities we go in and out. So many loves lost to the wind. So many homes left in the doorways. So many friends, so many enemies, who rolled into the night,

Let’s Fall In Love

Let’s Fall In Love short poem

Let’s fall in love Once again, This time, somehow Without the loss and The pain. Let’s meet up as strangers In some strange land, Perhaps as two lost, lonely travellers, and We could just stand On a cross-road Facing each

Joy

Joy short poem

She came to me unannounced,Like a thief. I wasn’t ready for the kind of peace she brought My capacity was too low to store her I wasn’t ready to share my space. So I gave her the wrong part of

The Light

The Light short poem

And so in darkness shines the light That pierces through those fears. And fights The beat of doubting pangs that plagues This passionate heart. Our souls are quenched when you are here In warmth, in love In Eucharistic prayer. So

Questions

Questions short poem

Who closes the curtain? Sometimes a crazy wind. Who is paths washes? Rain is often. Sometimes tears,my darling. Why extended the night? Why want to sleep? Tired hearts. Sometimes dreams brings our desire Questions ends when? Who knows? You don’t

Unfamiliar Faces

Unfamiliar Faces short poem

Your love is so difficult to read from behind these slits for eyes Your love is so very painful that I couldn’t imagine your hate My kindness is met with curses they dig into me deep, but I dare not

My Shadow

My Shadow short poem

Whereever I go there you follow When in the morning Sun rises you follow me with your height growing taller then mine As the Sun moves up at noon you would walk by my side with your height shrinking in

Scent Memory

Scent Memory short poem

The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty

Smile

Smile prose poem

It’s important to smile, isn’t it? I can easily tell I am not good at few things and I’m pretty good at few I need not make up for things I don’t want to do. every person on earth is

Remains

Remains short poem

The dying embers of our love burn a bright orange. In the distance, rain clouds announce their arrival. By morning, everything will be washed out. Maybe I’ll return to collect the ashes…

Abandoned

Abandoned short poem

I saw you alright, but I am not noticing you yet you have come at the wrong moment, and I cannot be your destiny, I cannot yield to myself anymore. And yes the flame has died down there is nothing

Basket Of Dreams

Basket Of Dreams short poem

When I met you for the first time You gifted me..My Basket of Dreams Long But Forgotten, Lost But Found ! Full of Bliss ..Thy Basket of Dreams Its Woven with silk of your reflection Its coated in pink, your

Mask Of Fallacy

Mask Of Fallacy short poem

Why utter words, Not meant in reality, But to show out, A mask of fallacy. Reflection of actions, Speak the truth, Showing the pretense, Making me a fool. In a sea of words, Inconsistency of actions, I make a puddle,

Birthday Cakes

Birthday Cakes short poem

Our childhood of yesteryear Fresh and innocent with no fear. We waited with bated breath To peek at our cake that arrived fresh. Our birthday cake, our birthday cake. Moist and warm, chocolate brown Cool and pink, strawberry jam winks

Dad

Dad short poem

When I was 6, Every one called me child. When I was 16, Every one called me teenager. When I was 26, Everyone called me young. When I was 36, Everyone called me adult. When I was 46, Every one