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 every star is blanketed including heaven’s gate, who will paint the colours of sunrise on the lake. When hearing is of thunder with splitting huricanes, whe can sing of love of life. When speeches all run out of words

There is someone special inside you , All that potential For what you want to be . Al that energy , For what you want to do . Imagine yourself in the future , Do what your soul says .

Life – as a whole, A noble gift of God ! Human of-course, is The noblest of all !! Man alone a Prototype of God : All “ in action and Vision”, so..…, as well ?! Those who worship a

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the

Wasteful truths about life unfold; to float in dreams of what to undo. Like a candle waiting to be put out- They bristle regret’s shadow into a kayo. Playing laments meant to scaffold- kindred spirits; caught up in a rue!

As mom lays me down to sleep. I Don’t pray to god because me he cant keep. I fear the shadow and ice cold reap. For he is here to take my hand. I will not live to become a

Moon was wandering in the dim sunlight, Incomplete and looking for a charming Miss Right, His father sun, recollecting his own lovely days, His mother earth, still wet with his rays, Beyond the ocean an aurora appeared, Sun kissed the

Last night the harbourer tracked the stag to his resting place, and at sunrise made a close inspection of the perimeter of the wood, to ensure he had not escaped. When the Master heard this, and was satisfied, he ordered

Dreams are the lofty, tall majestic mountains on which you can never climb, Dreams are the elusive mirages which always deceive you, Dreams are the seven colours of the rainbow which never colour you, Dreams are the silver glitterati of

Still talking to a ghost in oblique manner about sexuality. A centuary plant has not bloomed; wants to die. The loincloth covers the ocean floor where it shipwrecked. A fake will do. God was on dialysis. Chemistry of kiss did

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

searching for words in continuum of incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive, so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only in whispers I will talk to delphiniums, I would walk

When I sit alone and reminisce I constantly think of what I miss The years have gone so quick somehow Memories of you, so distant now Unanswered questions still linger on…. Why did you do it? Why not confide in

As I’m slowly drifting away. Do you even care that our memories are fading away? Feeling like this it’s like a new invention. Was breaking my heart your true intention? Now when I mention your name I drown in a

We were unmatched batch She was a night owl and I was the morning bird. In the darkness I saw the gaze of the moon in her ogling eyes I heard the rumbling of thunder in her hoot Ruffling my

Oh and as the sun begins to set I come alive The moon comes curling around the mountains Like a blue lamp in a dusty pink sky… I step into the velvet of the night that I love In my

In life we look through many windows, and we walk through many doors And in the pages that we share, we visit many different shores, For in our rooms we roam so many ways to find the things we seek

Those days were at the pate of youth Friends murmured when we sat together. They were unaware of Our oath to be one forever. Our skins never met But only our eyes and hearts. For we have learned that Love

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

The sun seemed to lose its warmth and The Clouds grey and white, were busy Occupying places all over, adjusting Themselves like a piece on a puzzle board. A season, I tell you, it was a season of departures. A

I wish I could escape to that promised land Far away from this moribund moonscape & this callous concert grand. Where life is sweet like cherry wine & rivers wash away all the grime Where green meadows sway & swing

A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the

When you used to live here, The morning came early, Because in the night we would watch the moon And see it blink into the sun. The streets were filled with rainbow colors. The birds sang to golden quivers That

My thoughts echo through what once was the home of ideas in my mind defining me as who i want to be,when what was thought to be brilliance to the one lost and undefiled by the pseudo-realities of childhood whoare

We love, we laugh We dance, we remember Music is enough For us to engender Our ancestors’ wisdom Leading life for freedom After rebalance Of nature is back Our inherited glance The sacred walk Sustainability Living ability We carry on

We are broken pieces, Pieces of art, Sometimes joined At the odd cracks, Hoping for completion. Sometimes we are glued To a piece so intricately Carved, so well we gel An illusion to dwell, An illusion to live, Until that

What are you thinking, my love? Are you thinking of me? Are you thinking of our memories spent and shared, of more to come? Why are you so confusing and yet so marvelous at the same time? If only I

His dress impressed him like naïve Though he strongly reflected the native Only a half dhoti and a shawl he wore But his simple dress spoke more It was the dress of an Indian peasant Though he emerged as more

You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day, Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines, Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer, I went out

Our hearts have this huge corner Deep deep inside Vulnerable to the slightest hurts To every criticism, negativity or slight We build walls around it Of cynicism and pride It was tender long ago Now we cover it and hide

Her arm was left out the window all night clamped at the pit which throbbed her heart hammering to do its job straining for the tiny capillaries going blue about the nail beds her arm flapped on the growing wind

Your presence to us is a predicament So heartless, merciless, egoist and selfish You never care about our feelings You never respect us, but all you care is how much you will manipulate your powers What a distress creature! Your

Falling from the sky our memories of pain, the time you cried and fought for freedom, independence from me, the one who raised you cared and loved you, you meant so much, now I understand my past mistakes, standing here,

Everyone is here to prepare to live in heaven, suffering is what we have to withstand, suffering is the practice , we have to prepare ourselves, if we will avoid it ,we surely can avoid it, but unfortunately, we may

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed