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

When the Night Falls: Into their nests and roosts, the birds of heaven return; yes, into their pens- the domestic animals of the land return. Into their holes, crevices, and caves, the lowly and mighty in the wild return; but

Once I stumble upon a tiny kitten Amongst a pool of sweet flowers. Her blue beady eyes peeking through; Gleaming eyes full of wonder, On the side of a lonely road. Hiding neath the cover of flowers, Stealthily she moves

Trading the sweetness, a rainbow on icefalls, you will come back on rocks and drink the elixir of death. A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler, ejecting the inky grief on the transparent glass. The pink goddess of

I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,

Life, the very essence of our being. It is inevitable that we all must walk this journey. What we forget is that we are not on this journey alone. Even the nature surrounding us has its own life cycle. Our

How could someone like you? Ever love someone like me… Well you must be an Angel A miracle sent to me from Heaven above as hard as it Is to believe, just when I had All but given up on

What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of

When people say that you don’t care What they really mean is you don’t agree To all that they want you to be That you have unashamedly left The squares and pegs on the high shelf To do exactly what

Today, if you will hear My voice, and harden not your heart, Then of Me, And My Kingdom, You shall have a part. Behold, I stand at your door and knock, whomsoever lets me in, I shall Heal them, and

I’m a little weary, I might need some sleep, Reality I’m exhausted and I can’t even speak. I am feeling fine, yeah sure I am okay, Reality, I’m screaming but being drowned out anyway. Yes I am excited and I

A few rough years we have left behind, Of fears, frustration, fights, just blind. Patience is what I needed to teach myself, A very difficult challenge in spite of myself. But as patience started to shine on through, My husband

From a peg upon the wall, in this mysterious old bunk house, I am taken. Placed upon the balding head of a wise young cowboy. Making this jolly cowboy look bold. With an eagle’s tail feather inserted into the band

You shall read me when I am gone in green pain. There had been gifts unhanded. Unwrap them in dark – when moon was yellow. The beams will rub your body. A bared stasis will stop the fluids. Wash your

Take me out and cut me into tiny pieces and let them be strewn all over the place, ’cause I feel torn.. Take out my heart and carve in it the choicest of blasphemy, ’cause I don’t know peace.. Shear

I care not if I can succeed Since my goal is high and far I just focus on my journey to reach even though there are a lot of setbacks I care not if I can reap romance Since roses

Home did he come that fateful day But in a way too hard to believe Wrapped in the Tricolor Solemn and still . And truly it was a befitting tribute to a braveheart who put his life at stake To

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun

Once I dare… Once I dare to write my story, Memories crowded falling me weak… And words played hide and seek. Once I dare to lost in Love, brain went on compulsory leave… Mercifully, I survived of dying dive. Once

Doomed’ With an explosion of meteors crashing into a toxic swamp both planets were shocked with the wave of unexpected parasites sending a stream of anger through the new found land through the sinking sand a gem was found this

A is an apple, shot off of your head B is for beets, they’ll turn your pee red Cantaloupe with ya, I’m too young to marry D is a date, with Tom, Dick or Harry Eggs if they’re large can

Girl, you’re beautiful can I call you ebony? you’re a black queen I got to see. I’m so into you, digging your regal body you have me tripin on your curves simply. I want to explore your mind in ways

A quirky beginning provides a funny story to share Fits of stops and starts when suddenly, beautifully The friendship is built; a vessel to carry lives A port to weather many storms Though this is not yet known Years of

Anointment of any prefix was hurting I started shedding the names. To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient. So many of thorns, without seeing, in flesh, reading the closed mind, to reach the inner blue. After dark bloody spills

Corpses floating in the river A child slowing dying at the roadside Watching men unload massive sacks of rice She pleaded and cried Gunshots heard in the night Screams for mercy unheard The smell of death filled the air Lifeless

A primordial fear takes over. These pathways are not reaching anywhere. I am leaving blank papers for you. This was dark matter, you start dying from birth. A fireball sails through you reaching for the shadow of the soul. The

I have thoughts, ideas. They well up from within. We all have thoughts, ideas, welling up from who knows where. Many unique, having meaning. Unique meaning. Our world, all around, pulsating with such thoughts, ideas. Bubbling in a cauldron, mixing,

The lightness you feel at the oneness he brings As you melt in his thoughts with all his allure, Nothing could match the pleasantness that rings The lightness one feels, at all things pure. A feeling that no words can

A strand of pearls clung to slender tree limbs bejeweled woody flora prismatic orbs tell tale sign recent cloudburst cleft darkened heavens rained watery life source liquid downpour laced branched canopy awash with molecular droplets requisite to feed burlesque Vaudeville

freedom has a price another roll of the dice to make you think twice shadows in their torment hence the opened door the ability to explore meadows lies a lark walking in the park the creatures with features the whinding

We are all in a race, the race for being first, From childhood we have been told you have to come first or your life will be as meaningless as dust. People are struggling to be appreciated and be known,

THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing

I tried to show them, That the box is too small to fit in all! For you and me in the same shoe, and walk the road towards the land of hope with one leg on the grass and the

Went looking down the watery path Leaves discarded, travel to a new heaven and Metallic green of mallard neck Catches my eye; what is this? The canal is split after the lock A weir takes the heavy current Sends an

Under the milky moon light With Cool Air breezing gently all round Twinkling of stars up the horizon Light background music playing Heaven appeared an inch away Holding the clean empty Glass Filling the glass with wine Sipping it leisurely

When I started to open my eyes in wonder I could see nothing but my mother fair For me feeding, bathing, sleeping ,and loving Like a goddess who is blissful in tending Me ,a tender plant to grow into a

The mother of mothers Your statue remains a reminder A memory that penetrates through all The more you are seen, the much more Your love is felt and judicious dreams are built. Brevity is not for the lions only, In