Homelessness Poems

Gripped in the smell of sweat, cat food, and ruin, handing out sandwiches under an overpass each hand-off like a shark strike, the homeless shuffle a variegated line discharging a sullen murmur, attention flitting everywhere, avoiding contact dull eyes, wide

Homeless vets fill our streets dealing with addictions they cannot beat Stand on street corners begging for food Often standing with broken down shoes It makes me sad to see what happened to them Returned home to anger and hate

A 21st century apostle strove to ease our appalling quandary ameliorating the sensation sans being caught between the devil and the dark blue sea, This tethered to the oblate spheroid earthling doth strive toward savoir-faire re: As the fickle finger

The cough syrup and amphetamine Don’t seem to mix, in nineteen-ninety Six, and I throw up in the Communal showers, from Impurities. The sight Of the silver fish helped. Tony, in room eight, no longer Around. Dragged his corpse From

The glittering tree And the shivering star Fused, Fusing, witnessed an unusual bond forming, formed, accompanied by wine oh so red oozed, oozing, from lip to lip, from eye to toe, quivered, quivering. Eventually Sanity struck and the blackness of

Syrian I am, Not by breed, but as a human I see spring so colorless and dull, yet dreamy red! And I dream this dream with all its dread In day and night Or even in sleep and fight: A

With the brightness of Sun shading away Today is slipping away into yesterday With darkness hovering deep over the skies Tonight is inching towards tomorrow Deep into slumber are the birds,the creatures, the animals so also the roads,the colony and

“Come on, you know you want to give us another song,” My God, if you knew how much those words were wrong. “You don’t have a real job, you only have to sing” I’ll tell that to the tax man

And when we walk into the twilight gold, if we do I’ll tell you tales of battles lost and won In hospital corridors. Of teeth chattering grit And diligent fear, That rises like seawater From toenails. And when I talk

We are not mere sepals, petals, and pollen-grains As scientists view us under their microscopes, But a flower, with all faculties of beauty and life, A full bloomed blossom, the expectations and fulfillment, The long cherished dreams of a plant

Twenty score years ago, and some The evil merchants crossed the waves Gleeful as they raped and pillaged Their cargoes of dark-skinned slaves En route to the land of Liberty Where all men are created equal In their most frightening

I lift my pen today To write something Something about which Many a thousand lines Written by many a great people Yet I cannot for sure Define what we call it ‘love’. Love is not jealous, they say Love is

Is it too late to start now? Those above and those below Guard the rainforest Keep it safe the remaining nest Aboriginals who are living there Endangered by traders and issues declare Decimating the forest Toxic is their lust To

Liars eyes, reptile conscience, Forked tongue whispers, secret heart. Your fire, echoes of broken promises, Far gone is all that which we are. Ice berg, the ruination, Your words all begin to disintegrate. My words are now a termination; No

Sweet emotions slow through human, A great human man. My loving man I don’t want to get broken, He has me now to be very out spoken. I wish to be his wife, And I know as of now we

If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster,

I am not a rainbow for everyone but not even the rain for glorious sun I can’t stop the time for those who want it but they can understand its value from me a little bit time can’t be purchased

Love what a magical word.. When comes in mind it changes everyone’s world. Sometimes i wonder why we say it magical May be its the power which make it mystical Its the supremacy that make anyone perceive That he can

When life begins all anew When all battles seem new A new life has taken birth A new journey on the same old earth. Then crawling and creeping all around Making a fuss with all that is found The little

I got a sweet-talking sister downtown, She knows how to swing. She plays guitar and a bit of jazz and blues, And if she met you, She’d just be lookin’ for a fling. I got a sweet-talking sister downtown, She

Why do I wish to swim Against the river flow? I know well I will have to struggle More and more. I know that Flowing downstream Is an easy task As compared to upstream. I also know that Well wishers

for John McBride Neill There was the Savoy and Lyceum, the Majestic and Colosseum, the Regal and the Roxy, the Tonic and the Troxy, the Princess and the Pallidrome, the Alhambra and Hippodrome. Great picture palaces, art deco and glass,

The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The

NEW MOON SPELL in the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou, voodoo is alive and well… Calling on fire, wind, earth and water in the shadow of the torch lights as the dance of the dead is danced, caught up in

Life is a myriad of vicissitudes Leading us along diverse avenues There is longing with great expectation obsessed with desire for consummation sometime reaching heights of joy untold Then abysmal periods when misery unfolds Usually settling on a level void

When we unite behind kindness And love all equally, no more or less, We can achieve the greatest miracle And overcome any obstacle Making a real change in our lives Which already takes the best loving minds And if we

Matter and spirit Noisy and quiet A timeless circle Magnificent miracle Of life and death Poverty and wealth A world designed Just to remind You to live in harmony A peaceful ceremony A fruit from a tree With a seed

The quiet confines of a room of checked decibels, reverberated the voice that wished to be heard By earnest minds in casual cardigans, Caught in the challenge of solving cryptic numerics, Unabated even by gratuitous creeks of the wooden embodiment

While out hiking through a wilderness cathedral enjoying the absolute peace and tranquility of Nature A rapid duel breaks out totally destroying the peace. A squirrel, and two stelerz jays on the opposite side of this pristine clearing are scolding

Since when, Haven’t you smiled, I wish I had known. Since when, Have you been drinking away, Swallowing your fears, Treasuring your tears.. I wish I had known. I stand in front of you, And I cannot stop the endless

It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my

Hoisting the bisexuality on a figurine, I crawl back to anxiety. The primitive instinct was taking over the stitches on a snake. What do you want from a moon for the drooling mouth of a seashell? Braiding the breasts against

Looking for each other Hands trapped in long tresses, mouths thirstily biting other’s words even before on the lips to be born, eyes looking the zenith in other’s eyes’ depths – the thirst for each other is relentless and it

A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes

People play the dirty games, all for little fun or some fame. They hide behind the fake smile, deceiving the look in their eyes. They fail to hear the human heart, so miserably they tear it apart. Their empty laughs

I am beautiful like a butterfly. Such lovely wings I have, I love the sky. I am so lovely, aren’t I? Wherever I go, heads twirl and gazes follow me. No one can ignore me I am a beautiful girl.

Girl Friend is fantasy; Wife is reality Girl Friend is thunder; Wife is tender Girl Friend is Demanding; Wife is Commanding Girl Friend picks your pocket Wife stitches your pocket Girl Friend makes you wait you make wife wait When you are sick Girl Friend says take care While

someday I won’t be there, to catch you when you fall someday I won’t be there to answer your phone call I won’t be close enough to hold you,when you need me to to make you feel happy, when you

Take cover!! There they are! Hold your fire we are running low Bombs are wet, grenades empty I hate this way of fighting… Never let your riffle fail Keep your bullet straight your eyes firm on enemy’s chest Shout in

The beauty of growth is a mystery in itself, natural and yet a product of faith faith not in the coming but in history, just as the nineth looks to the eighth. For what came before permits the eventuality of