Poems About Homelessness Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about homelessness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 7:46am
25th Feb 2024 7:46am
Vegan Café Blues Haiku Octet
Vegan Café Blues Haiku Octet
ghost summoned
from ancient labyrinth
Hendrix flame
blue string
beaded in fire
Jimi on guitar
brujo
strums blue guitar
voodoo eclipse
voodoo guitar
jams black magic concert
rocks house of usher
blue Latina
grooves Guadalajara
on neon nirvana
felt coat hobo
crowned in stovepipe hat
king of bourbon street
Marie Laveau
in her midnight labyrinth
séance
smoky rhythm
of boudoir blues
Venus rites
ghost summoned
from ancient labyrinth
Hendrix flame
blue string
beaded in fire
Jimi on guitar
brujo
strums blue guitar
voodoo eclipse
voodoo guitar
jams black magic concert
rocks house of usher
blue Latina
grooves Guadalajara
on neon nirvana
felt coat hobo
crowned in stovepipe hat
king of bourbon street
Marie Laveau
in her midnight labyrinth
séance
smoky rhythm
of boudoir blues
Venus rites
#music
#haiku
#homelessness
#witches
#seductive
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 8:46am
27th Oct 2023 8:46am
Hungry
Was listening to radio 4
Ready to switch off, as before
As i don't really listen
Fine food programmes, thus missing
I then thought
Of multitudes of hungry folk
Around the globe, especially broke
Looking at a bowl of rice
With delight, how nice
Grateful to be eating that night
Then i remembered
From sometime in my teens
Living in an abandoned car with not a bean
After a week without any food, i weep
And two nights without sleep
Hallucinations commenced with ghosts
Of historical hosts
Both fascinating, and...
Ready to switch off, as before
As i don't really listen
Fine food programmes, thus missing
I then thought
Of multitudes of hungry folk
Around the globe, especially broke
Looking at a bowl of rice
With delight, how nice
Grateful to be eating that night
Then i remembered
From sometime in my teens
Living in an abandoned car with not a bean
After a week without any food, i weep
And two nights without sleep
Hallucinations commenced with ghosts
Of historical hosts
Both fascinating, and...
#LifeStruggles
#food
#homelessness
#LifeAsAWriter
#gratitude
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 2:43am
24th Sep 2023 2:43am
Mothering (post drink)
The seed never falls far from the tree,
and I hear her
an envelope, sometimes a shiver,
sometimes a run finger over some piece of flesh
and sometimes the Wilhelm scream
when it's all got too much,
sometimes it's the darkness
that licks head to toe,
or others it's the smile that wipes me off my feet.
I've been alone,
hoping someone
won't turn me out
of well built homes for so long
that the city doesn't have shit on me,
nor do the noises or the way people move
when they've drunk too much
or taken cocaine,
knee...
and I hear her
an envelope, sometimes a shiver,
sometimes a run finger over some piece of flesh
and sometimes the Wilhelm scream
when it's all got too much,
sometimes it's the darkness
that licks head to toe,
or others it's the smile that wipes me off my feet.
I've been alone,
hoping someone
won't turn me out
of well built homes for so long
that the city doesn't have shit on me,
nor do the noises or the way people move
when they've drunk too much
or taken cocaine,
knee...
#mother
#home
#homelessness
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1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Jul 2023 3:22am
24th Jul 2023 3:22am
Smoky Bourbon Years - Complete Rewrite for Clarity
Smoky Bourbon Years
My smoky bourbon lady puts her hand on my arm like a priestess blessing me. And sweet jazz from a distant club seeps through the open window to caress my innermost thoughts along with her tender touch that warms me like a barrel fire for homeless wraiths in a back alley of winter.
But the throb of my heart beats to her metronome and finds solace in the embrace of her smile, a grin that checks me into her villa of love whose room key is mine to hold. And I hold her deep in the night when love is an apostasy whose gnostic allure...
My smoky bourbon lady puts her hand on my arm like a priestess blessing me. And sweet jazz from a distant club seeps through the open window to caress my innermost thoughts along with her tender touch that warms me like a barrel fire for homeless wraiths in a back alley of winter.
But the throb of my heart beats to her metronome and finds solace in the embrace of her smile, a grin that checks me into her villa of love whose room key is mine to hold. And I hold her deep in the night when love is an apostasy whose gnostic allure...
#love
#romantic
#city
#homelessness
#nostalgia
203 reads
6 Comments
Veraceouz
Poem Published
13th Jul 2023 5:39pm
13th Jul 2023 5:39pm
A Homeless Heart
Her heart is starving for love.
Digging in his eyes for true love.
Realized it's completely empty.
Soul wandering down on misery.
She gave her all now she's a mess.
Never thought she'll be homeless.
Lately, her intuition seems kinda odd.
He took everything from her but God.
She's on the streets of confusion.
Wondering was it love or just an illusion?
Wounded crawling to find some shelter.
Until she found Faith things got better.
Life was falling apart but it fell into place.
All she needed was God his everlasting...
Digging in his eyes for true love.
Realized it's completely empty.
Soul wandering down on misery.
She gave her all now she's a mess.
Never thought she'll be homeless.
Lately, her intuition seems kinda odd.
He took everything from her but God.
She's on the streets of confusion.
Wondering was it love or just an illusion?
Wounded crawling to find some shelter.
Until she found Faith things got better.
Life was falling apart but it fell into place.
All she needed was God his everlasting...
#love
#homelessness
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GraveRaven
Poem Published
8th Jul 2023 9:55am
8th Jul 2023 9:55am
Homeless on the streets
In the depths of a concrete jungle, where dreams are undone,
Where shadows dance with broken souls, beneath a cold, stark sun,
There lies a world forgotten, where strength and hope collide,
A realm of darkness and despair, where life's harsh truths reside.
Today, I wandered down those streets, where desperation thrives,
To feel the pulse of life's raw truth, where no one really thrives,
I pondered on the homeless souls, their existence cast aside,
The struggles they face daily, as the world turns a blind eye.
For what is life without a roof,...
Where shadows dance with broken souls, beneath a cold, stark sun,
There lies a world forgotten, where strength and hope collide,
A realm of darkness and despair, where life's harsh truths reside.
Today, I wandered down those streets, where desperation thrives,
To feel the pulse of life's raw truth, where no one really thrives,
I pondered on the homeless souls, their existence cast aside,
The struggles they face daily, as the world turns a blind eye.
For what is life without a roof,...
#sadness
#homelessness
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#poverty
328 reads
4 Comments
GraveRaven
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2023 9:05pm
3rd Jul 2023 9:05pm
Life's bitter streets
In these dark streets, where shadows twist and moan,
Lives rugged souls, venturing all alone.
They trot on pavements paved with sorrow's cost,
Where the bones of urban legends are lost.
Living rough, on the margins, they lament,
Through concrete jungles, wild and discontent.
These alleys, their fortresses in the night,
They seek solace, by the pale streetlight.
Drunk on life's bitter nectar, they succumb,
To the whiskey's embrace, where demons hum.
Their spirits rise, swaying in the dark air,
Amidst shattered glass, they find...
Lives rugged souls, venturing all alone.
They trot on pavements paved with sorrow's cost,
Where the bones of urban legends are lost.
Living rough, on the margins, they lament,
Through concrete jungles, wild and discontent.
These alleys, their fortresses in the night,
They seek solace, by the pale streetlight.
Drunk on life's bitter nectar, they succumb,
To the whiskey's embrace, where demons hum.
Their spirits rise, swaying in the dark air,
Amidst shattered glass, they find...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#city #homelessness
#city #homelessness
170 reads
1 Comment
steelerman
Poem Published
20th Dec 2022 00:36am
20th Dec 2022 00:36am
This Holy Night
As the cold creeps its way through the city streets
Street lights flicker and pop as night falls
The restless and homeless seek shelter
As headlights illuminate tent cities
Shoppers fill their bags of greed
As snow covers the night world
No time to help their fellow man
They must prepare for the celebration
How many will die tonight?
While not a thought is given
How can you feast at your table
When the unfortunate beg for scraps
They celebrate the birth of a king
While never giving thought to his...
Street lights flicker and pop as night falls
The restless and homeless seek shelter
As headlights illuminate tent cities
Shoppers fill their bags of greed
As snow covers the night world
No time to help their fellow man
They must prepare for the celebration
How many will die tonight?
While not a thought is given
How can you feast at your table
When the unfortunate beg for scraps
They celebrate the birth of a king
While never giving thought to his...
#homelessness
188 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 6:07am
16th Dec 2022 6:07am
Haight/Ashbury
Haight/Ashbury
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific...
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific...
#happiness
#city
#homelessness #surreal
#homelessness #surreal
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ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
10th Dec 2022 6:07pm
10th Dec 2022 6:07pm
Signs
Is this my life?
Walking the halls a ghost
Walking the streets a phantom in the crowd
The ground beneath my tattered boots
The ache in my bones travels to my heart
Just as the sun rises, I am the moon
The happiness of others is reflected off of me
Just as the wind blows, I am the piece of trash that drifts down the street
You wouldn't pick me up, for fear of dirtying your hands
Each time you are full, I am empty
When you are nothing, everything's true beauty shines through
I see the stars, and am thankful I...
Walking the halls a ghost
Walking the streets a phantom in the crowd
The ground beneath my tattered boots
The ache in my bones travels to my heart
Just as the sun rises, I am the moon
The happiness of others is reflected off of me
Just as the wind blows, I am the piece of trash that drifts down the street
You wouldn't pick me up, for fear of dirtying your hands
Each time you are full, I am empty
When you are nothing, everything's true beauty shines through
I see the stars, and am thankful I...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#homelessness
#poverty
230 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2022 3:59am
3rd Dec 2022 3:59am
She Was The Only Rose In Osiris’ Wasteland
We fly like angels through tin pan alley on wings of warbled words along trashcan roads to secret wrecks lost in the junkyards of derelict dreams. Drunk on persimmon wine I carry her down memory lane looking for derelict cars in the haze of lost America where crushed beer bottles are strewn on junkyard plantations of golden-age rust buckets. A mustang chassis catches the rain. The concentric circles of a shattered windshield are a catcher of the American dream. The hood is a seat for weary pilgrims who can’t find their way home. Lost in the purple sunset we await the gospel dawn in the...
#happiness
#marriage
#romantic #homelessness
#romantic #homelessness
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2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 10:23pm
3rd May 2022 10:23pm
Homeless
On my way
To another watering hole
Last sunday
I met a man
In disarray
Now homeless
And nowhere to stay
And in a gliche
His name was Mitch
He was ten years younger
But not in hunger
But homeless
Nonetheless
I was tempted
To give my address
He thanked me for the chat
And that
Was the end of that
I know that today
He was going to the council
Looking for somewhere to stay
He said he had nothing to lose
With a sleeping bag
And a bottle of booze
by Jemia
To another watering hole
Last sunday
I met a man
In disarray
Now homeless
And nowhere to stay
And in a gliche
His name was Mitch
He was ten years younger
But not in hunger
But homeless
Nonetheless
I was tempted
To give my address
He thanked me for the chat
And that
Was the end of that
I know that today
He was going to the council
Looking for somewhere to stay
He said he had nothing to lose
With a sleeping bag
And a bottle of booze
by Jemia
#sadness
#homelessness
410 reads
2 Comments
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