Poems About Homelessness Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about homelessness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th May 2024 3:11pm
4th May 2024 3:11pm
He flushed himself to death
A homeless man in New York found a manhole in Brooklyn that was just out of the way enough to offer him some privacy, so he routinely used it as a toilet. One day he lost his balance and was found dead at the bottom of the sewer. Draws down, face up.
#death
#funny
#homelessness
#ignorance
#ShortStory
188 reads
12 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 1:31am
15th Feb 2024 1:31am
every common man
a sonnet
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for...
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for...
#kindness
#oppression
#homelessness
#inequality
#poverty
290 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 11:39am
7th Feb 2024 11:39am
No Hope
look at the hobo
he looks like me
can he dwell in shadows
if I was me, I'd flee
never once have I thought
seeing me would upset
water is thicker then my blood
self-doubt and regret
prison in this box of artificial delight
can you feel what I can't feel
fake smiles and fake looks
someone reach out for me heal
he looks like me
can he dwell in shadows
if I was me, I'd flee
never once have I thought
seeing me would upset
water is thicker then my blood
self-doubt and regret
prison in this box of artificial delight
can you feel what I can't feel
fake smiles and fake looks
someone reach out for me heal
#rhyming
#homelessness
#SelfReflection #poverty
#SelfReflection #poverty
231 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 10:56pm
6th Feb 2024 10:56pm
You Must Fight To Live
#drugs
#rhyming
#homelessness
#addiction
#poverty
186 reads
8 Comments
LongTubiFree
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 9:41pm
1st Nov 2023 9:41pm
Political gain
I see you, single mother, I see your pain,
but you cannot provide political gain.
I see you, young black man, I see your grief,
but political gain is my only belief.
I see you, thousand of homeless vets
but political gain is the war I don't regret.
Huddled masses, passing by, crying out
but Washington is the only thing I care about.
I need the powerful to love me,
otherwise, everyone will remain above me.
Secrets I know but I will never share,
the powerful and wealthy are what I desire
the need for their nods of approval is unfair ...
but you cannot provide political gain.
I see you, young black man, I see your grief,
but political gain is my only belief.
I see you, thousand of homeless vets
but political gain is the war I don't regret.
Huddled masses, passing by, crying out
but Washington is the only thing I care about.
I need the powerful to love me,
otherwise, everyone will remain above me.
Secrets I know but I will never share,
the powerful and wealthy are what I desire
the need for their nods of approval is unfair ...
#corruption
#politics
#homelessness
#greed
#poverty
265 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Jul 2023 11:29pm
7th Jul 2023 11:29pm
Rusty Fulcrum
No one laughs
watching a homeless lady
agonize to cross the street
at a snail’s pace
except for a lone dude
in the park
He shifts his weight from the bench,
stands on both legs
and decides to use humor
to cover whatever triggered
the uncomfortable knot
curling its fist in his chest.
He makes a joke
about homelessness
and laughs.
Riddles the poor
lazy leeches sucking taxes
from the working class
and laughs.
My compassion uncoils itself
as an aching frond— ...
watching a homeless lady
agonize to cross the street
at a snail’s pace
except for a lone dude
in the park
He shifts his weight from the bench,
stands on both legs
and decides to use humor
to cover whatever triggered
the uncomfortable knot
curling its fist in his chest.
He makes a joke
about homelessness
and laughs.
Riddles the poor
lazy leeches sucking taxes
from the working class
and laughs.
My compassion uncoils itself
as an aching frond— ...
#bullying
#homelessness
#poverty
598 reads
9 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2023 6:17am
2nd Jun 2023 6:17am
fury of the friendless
Death takes in many people, but still lives alone.”
―Anthony Liccione
unless
i endeavour to be
fearless,
distress
is my only vacant
fortress.
blindness
is the sighted man's un-
kindness,
...
―Anthony Liccione
unless
i endeavour to be
fearless,
distress
is my only vacant
fortress.
blindness
is the sighted man's un-
kindness,
...
#loneliness
#friendship
#LifeStruggles #homelessness
#LifeStruggles #homelessness
261 reads
6 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 5:32am
27th Feb 2023 5:32am
I Am Not Offended by........
I am not offended by seeing Gay people kiss on the street
but by kids and Seniors not having enough food to eat
I am not offended by a crazy MTG tweet
but by homeless people using concrete as their hotel suite
I am not offended by another Trump speech bc he is a bore
but by Putin's illegal war
i am not offended by Drag Queen performance art
but by another DeSantis racist and homophobic verbal fart
I am not offended by....
but by kids and Seniors not having enough food to eat
I am not offended by a crazy MTG tweet
but by homeless people using concrete as their hotel suite
I am not offended by another Trump speech bc he is a bore
but by Putin's illegal war
i am not offended by Drag Queen performance art
but by another DeSantis racist and homophobic verbal fart
I am not offended by....
#war
#homelessness
#racism
#HumanRights
#inequality
601 reads
6 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2023 6:37am
22nd Feb 2023 6:37am
Moon over Camp Hope
this town has her secrets
they settle on the southern hills
when it rains
& the memories of my ancestors
callused hands
still hold her close
I wonder if they hear it too
her people grieving
for their families, their jobs
their broken homes & backs
as they fall through cracks
and disappear with every single drop
Her mountains are beautiful
our protectors
snow covered peaks
bringing bittersweet sorrow
to the lost at Camp Hope
heart of this town
But she grows as cold &...
they settle on the southern hills
when it rains
& the memories of my ancestors
callused hands
still hold her close
I wonder if they hear it too
her people grieving
for their families, their jobs
their broken homes & backs
as they fall through cracks
and disappear with every single drop
Her mountains are beautiful
our protectors
snow covered peaks
bringing bittersweet sorrow
to the lost at Camp Hope
heart of this town
But she grows as cold &...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness #poverty
#homelessness #poverty
324 reads
10 Comments
FriendlyFlame
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 5:40am
19th Feb 2023 5:40am
"Get It Out!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lights flicker…
Jingle Jang of the keys,
About every fifteen.
Chaos and comatose;
No sleep for lord who knows,
Stuck in a pendulum swing.
Jingle jang,
Go the keys.
Stuck in a loop;
Visions from unwanted ketamine,
At only Eighteen,
Drizzled into my leg,
Needled in circlets of slicing flesh,
Calm, Chained and Detained as I was…
I wondered, why the man in uniform and health chose to drug me so severely. ...
Lights flicker…
Jingle Jang of the keys,
About every fifteen.
Chaos and comatose;
No sleep for lord who knows,
Stuck in a pendulum swing.
Jingle jang,
Go the keys.
Stuck in a loop;
Visions from unwanted ketamine,
At only Eighteen,
Drizzled into my leg,
Needled in circlets of slicing flesh,
Calm, Chained and Detained as I was…
I wondered, why the man in uniform and health chose to drug me so severely. ...
#Christian
#homelessness
#memories
#art
#SelfDiscovery
286 reads
1 Comment
Results_May_Vary
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 3:44am
5th Feb 2023 3:44am
Taken
Better to never touch than never be able to let go
Suppose that’s how it works, but how would he know?
He slowly lifts up his head and opens his eyes
To see there’s no life left to live, within the scope of this light
Here he can see that everyone’s gone, everyone left
The shadows give his mind room to play
They bring back the ones he needs to feel home
To make the beating in his chest hurt a little less
Complacency brings the warmth back to his hands
Just as they used to be before the cold came to embrace him
Hands that held so much,...
Suppose that’s how it works, but how would he know?
He slowly lifts up his head and opens his eyes
To see there’s no life left to live, within the scope of this light
Here he can see that everyone’s gone, everyone left
The shadows give his mind room to play
They bring back the ones he needs to feel home
To make the beating in his chest hurt a little less
Complacency brings the warmth back to his hands
Just as they used to be before the cold came to embrace him
Hands that held so much,...
#grief
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
#poverty
520 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 1:09am
8th Jan 2023 1:09am
Book Bans
If there is a god, its name is process.
Even ideation will need supplies
And all of this troubles those who obsess
Far too much about providential eyes.
The meaning is clear. Students need breakfast
And they need lunch and dinner and dessert
If we expect the scholarship to last
Or skill sets to remain fresh and alert...
And that is why the Sergeants of supply
Are more important than the oligarchs
Promoting policy which will deny
School libraries shelving Karl Marx,
Who understood the ways of modern man
Are...
Even ideation will need supplies
And all of this troubles those who obsess
Far too much about providential eyes.
The meaning is clear. Students need breakfast
And they need lunch and dinner and dessert
If we expect the scholarship to last
Or skill sets to remain fresh and alert...
And that is why the Sergeants of supply
Are more important than the oligarchs
Promoting policy which will deny
School libraries shelving Karl Marx,
Who understood the ways of modern man
Are...
#politics
#pollution
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#inequality
371 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Homelessness Seeking Honest Critique
