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

This heaven is a pretty maid living in the Dark Age, With minds of the moron, hearts of the fool, crawling into her cradle of tears lying in waste, And she smiles, emotionless clusters in full. As the bleak eyes

You have a beautiful smile, That is something I cannot deny. But you would run a mile, If I offered to be your guy. I guess you have a sense of humour, Or maybe that’s just a rumour. Only kidding,

Up and down, something special happen inside of my head when I close my eyes and one step back I look at my soul and I figured out what I don’t know. Let and right this my way, close to

The world’s a big place, big place with large number of lives resting, amongst them lives the mixture of feelings, for time is money and not an element to live, air is just a source to exist not to breathe

As the yuletide bells ring, the gladdened sparrows sing, red-hooded santas bring delights of a joy-laden kid. Reindeers each of regal breed, all across the white plains speed to yonder snow-covered climes to take the joy of the times. Carols

Stop! O, Way-seeking Farer! Here lies interred In total idleness life conferred By space and time; dreams by God deferred! God’s holy fool I am, I knew not how to pave Joys of dreams I crave but gave All of

He would set them free, words. On cityscape. For extended release of connotations. Part of him, not his way, and become weaponless. Once the silence descended, nothing was left to be known. Between doubt and belief anguish was palpable. Truth

To mom: You were there when I took my first look at the world. And you heard my very first word. It was not just your care, but you showed gentleness And made me feel like I was the best.

Death is a fallen woman you convince yourself it’s down on the corner waiting for you to show but it’s been intimate with everyone blood and bone unhealthy red lips nostrils flared that arhythmic stride like it’s been riding saddle

Dare you bid a farewell , To night and forest , In your day’s work , And your night’s rest . A she a she a she , A he a he a he , Dream in the day of

Hello dear where you have been since we met last in the canteen I have been looking for you everywhere even in dreams you’re so beautiful that you take my breath away your awesome company complete me in so many

NOW Cupid, once, he made a fool of me, He struck me with his wayward, golden dart; And all at once I felt sweet agony, Just like a glowing ember in my heart. I heard a voice; then something caught

In the garden of dates, autumn is in love, With the crowning glory of sky blue above, Bringing the fruits of this October day light, I saw your splendor in the misty dawn slot, You appear in a shadow of

I walk into my doctor’s office For my annual blood tests For my HIV. I suddenly feel the room closing in on me, The nurses began to stare and gather things, As I head for the front desk, the receptionist

She doesn’t look like much White,flat and pale on a ghostly scale Nothing mesmerising to touch But without her consent I can tell no tale. She is proud of her spotless white shroud This picky princess seldom settles For wearing

Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to

O ! Mahatma Gandhiji ! How powerful Your weapon ! More powerful than , Ever , ever made. O ! Mahatma Gandhiji ! How destructive your weapon ! More destructive than atom bomb , That destroys in total. O !

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,

You were born, you’ll be going to die, no doubt! Live the never-ending, everlasting life, escape from death’s mouth. When you were born, the world celebrat’d and you cried. Live the life in such a way, That world should cry

You are not the same You writhe in pain from limitless loss Eyes fixed on an untouchable point Thoughts have unrecognizable voices Happiness suffocates beneath an iced over pond Please come to the surface….breathe again But no answer from pink

These souls incognito, twice removed, sipping the ‘blue-bloods’ auric crowns, burning spirit candle’s flame of attitude, turn you inside-out like puppet clowns. While you eat the flesh of every other, fashioning conscience by divine right, pyramid’s eye is blind n’

We are all made of, Millions of tiny jigsaw pieces… Of experience and memories, Which each piece releases..! Bit by bit & Inch by inch… Once it is together, It won’t even flinch…!! Time may come, When we fall out

What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel

Good morning! with half-closed eyes you can see your life running like a fairy at the window shaking cherry flowers from her hair raising the train of her dress between her fingers it would have been unusual not to fall

Look at me now stare me in my eyes feel the pain, do you? Feel the loss of being right wings torn and clipped lend me some glue. Let me soar up to the moon let’s party where no one

Struggle in life I knew not Childhood I spent like a prince Youth I could enjoy to the Brim Adulthood turned me to be Robin hood I could scale the peak in my profession I was the most Loved life

All those empty spaces on the floor are the signs A chess game run too long There are the rooks hung On the bare bricks For weeks I’m Drinking dark rum until Blood is the flavor of the back Of

Find something you’re passionate about and let it consume you. Do not run from it. Let it keep you awake for 48 hours at a time. And while you’re running on zero sleep, create the next wonder of the world.

You can excuse a poisonous snake when it bites because it is afraid you might strike first You can excuse a thief if he has no other means to earn You can excuse a woman driven to prostitution because of

The show is on. Sedition will play with death now. Deceitful black knives, white gloves. No hope, battle lines are drawn. The wasps are whirring at a furious speed stings ready to inject venom. Bronzed body, huge turbaned skull. Eyes

Swallowed in dreams of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude strange sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers pant to

A sound In an empty room, Hollow space, Emptiness. Panic. Silence broken, By what ? A thud, Rooms no longer silent, Hassle and laughter, A gun shot. Once again silence But only for a second Screams erupting. Sirens in the

Long, long ago there was a bustling town Among whose inhabitants was a funny clown. Whenever he saw a face with a frown He would set upon a mission to bring a smile And to give a new meaning to

Didn’t realize when the heart swelled, a tear rolled down, then, another…. …and so on……….. What a charming guy with blue twinkling eyes! Santa spreading laughter and cheer; giving away endless memories and smiles! Immense pain wears the garb of

How treacherous Often memories could be. The ones I needed most, betray And those not, stay. Yes I am talking of poignant And ugly memories. Between the ticks of time, They take turns to torment me. Even in dreams, they

He was still paying the price for ultimate unbending. Before the black icon locked the waves to start tremors for an apolitical murder. He took the call and stood straight, stopped the melodrama of drinking the venom and became larger

The rain makes puddles on the pavements Children splash their boots in them, it’s not a crime People have ideas and make their statements No one really cares, it’s just a ripple in time I think throwing a stone into