Poems About Homelessness Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about homelessness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
javalini
Poem Published
28th Mar 2022 1:04pm
28th Mar 2022 1:04pm
MONSTER
this what
rises out of me
this black ooze
that binds me,
sinks me,
smothers me,
wants me broken,
dead,
forgotten,
wasted,
ruined
this what bends me in the middle
and hollows me
and scrapes me from the inside
and makes me waste my wishes
and my good prayers
and scoffs
and sneers
and puts me out
to wander in its cold
this bully
this monster
rising from a cancer
in my soul,
this bleak thing
that calls itself Truth
and spits
and curses
and...
rises out of me
this black ooze
that binds me,
sinks me,
smothers me,
wants me broken,
dead,
forgotten,
wasted,
ruined
this what bends me in the middle
and hollows me
and scrapes me from the inside
and makes me waste my wishes
and my good prayers
and scoffs
and sneers
and puts me out
to wander in its cold
this bully
this monster
rising from a cancer
in my soul,
this bleak thing
that calls itself Truth
and spits
and curses
and...
#depression
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
507 reads
3 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
20th Mar 2022 7:02am
20th Mar 2022 7:02am
A Really Unattractive Fruitcake
she arrived with
two
garbage bags
(one in each hand)
they were her life
clothes
shoes
handbags
make up
and no tooth brush
moved in
ruled the house
ate the empty fridge
dull grocery cupboard
strolled the kitchen
in a pair of hot pants
talking
she started speaking
and never stopped
slept all day
never worked a night
a year later
she left with eight ...
two
garbage bags
(one in each hand)
they were her life
clothes
shoes
handbags
make up
and no tooth brush
moved in
ruled the house
ate the empty fridge
dull grocery cupboard
strolled the kitchen
in a pair of hot pants
talking
she started speaking
and never stopped
slept all day
never worked a night
a year later
she left with eight ...
#narrative
#homelessness
730 reads
8 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 8:07pm
24th Oct 2021 8:07pm
Free
If you don’t have water or clean water
If you don’t have food or safe food
If you are homeless
If you live paycheck to paycheck
If you don’t have health care or affordable health care
If you can’t surf the web or go to any site you want
If you can’t speak the truth-off-line or on-line
If you suffer from discrimination or hate
If your vote is not counted or under counted
If you don’t have proper legal and/or political representation
If your country does not have open and honest elections
If in your country “alt-truth or “truth decay”...
If you don’t have food or safe food
If you are homeless
If you live paycheck to paycheck
If you don’t have health care or affordable health care
If you can’t surf the web or go to any site you want
If you can’t speak the truth-off-line or on-line
If you suffer from discrimination or hate
If your vote is not counted or under counted
If you don’t have proper legal and/or political representation
If your country does not have open and honest elections
If in your country “alt-truth or “truth decay”...
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
#racism
#HumanRights
#inequality
865 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 3:48pm
13th Oct 2021 3:48pm
The Throwaways
Another block of new luxury homes just went up
As the farms are getting further and further away
And the freeway overpasses are getting pretty large
The city seems to be expanding every single day
The rental buildings around here go on for miles
I’m guessing some folks are raking in a lot of cash
America, one of the richest nations in the world
As I watch the homeless search through the trash
The nice cars pull out of the nicer neighborhoods
While the destitue walk aimlessly in the boulevard
Pushing their carts with all their...
As the farms are getting further and further away
And the freeway overpasses are getting pretty large
The city seems to be expanding every single day
The rental buildings around here go on for miles
I’m guessing some folks are raking in a lot of cash
America, one of the richest nations in the world
As I watch the homeless search through the trash
The nice cars pull out of the nicer neighborhoods
While the destitue walk aimlessly in the boulevard
Pushing their carts with all their...
#homelessness
#humankind
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
486 reads
12 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2021 4:35am
3rd Sep 2021 4:35am
where life least hangs
i see an earthquake crush the haitian land
such misery i can never understand
for i am in a place safe on a rock
dreading no portent shake or aftershock
i see dead soldiers in afghanistan
silenced by isis whim and taliban
my streets of home are filled with idle men
no trace of proselyte or saracen
i hear mudcakes are served for banquet feasts
where hungry afrique children, like poor...
such misery i can never understand
for i am in a place safe on a rock
dreading no portent shake or aftershock
i see dead soldiers in afghanistan
silenced by isis whim and taliban
my streets of home are filled with idle men
no trace of proselyte or saracen
i hear mudcakes are served for banquet feasts
where hungry afrique children, like poor...
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#inequality
#morality
391 reads
4 Comments
Sonneteer
Poem Published
27th Aug 2021 9:15pm
27th Aug 2021 9:15pm
Shadow People
They lurk & loiter in periphery,
these shadow people flit & flutter dim,
with many grounds one can or cannot see,
and warn of dangers to my life & limb.
Sleep deprivation listed as a cause,
whilst I see spirits from another world,
I theorise that they've escaped death's claws
and now these ghosts roam free with wings unfurled.
Dull apparitions of a wasted past
they portend doom more than an astral sign,
they came at night but then by day at last.
Am I mistaken as to their design?
These Voodoo souls...
these shadow people flit & flutter dim,
with many grounds one can or cannot see,
and warn of dangers to my life & limb.
Sleep deprivation listed as a cause,
whilst I see spirits from another world,
I theorise that they've escaped death's claws
and now these ghosts roam free with wings unfurled.
Dull apparitions of a wasted past
they portend doom more than an astral sign,
they came at night but then by day at last.
Am I mistaken as to their design?
These Voodoo souls...
#spiritual
#alcohol
#homelessness
#addiction
#sleep
686 reads
6 Comments
PGLithag
Poem Published
25th Jun 2021 8:41am
25th Jun 2021 8:41am
Camden Town
DJ rocks a reggae beat,
dull after dark. In the day, sticky underfoot,
the stench of old ale, cider, and smoke.
Some strain of skunk or spunk; sweet, sour and salty
My mop sheaths the stench for a time in pine
To be drowned later under a swell of noxious perfume.
Pints pour and scores are totted and marked
Darts thrown, targets hooked,
unknown, unnamed, ultimately forgotten.
Sacred rituals, breathy smiles,
Intensify to climax in sordid shags out back
Out of sight between a pallet of empty bottles
and the back wall of the...
dull after dark. In the day, sticky underfoot,
the stench of old ale, cider, and smoke.
Some strain of skunk or spunk; sweet, sour and salty
My mop sheaths the stench for a time in pine
To be drowned later under a swell of noxious perfume.
Pints pour and scores are totted and marked
Darts thrown, targets hooked,
unknown, unnamed, ultimately forgotten.
Sacred rituals, breathy smiles,
Intensify to climax in sordid shags out back
Out of sight between a pallet of empty bottles
and the back wall of the...
#death
#homelessness
#poverty
369 reads
3 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
25th Jun 2021 5:08am
25th Jun 2021 5:08am
Shu Qi Duke
a story about a boo 👻,
a childhood one,
that struck fear in you,
and your buddies too,
stop you dead
in your fun,
and cause you to run,
in a rough-and-tumble land,
there was a man,
that you developed
a sure fire escape plan,
Shu Qi Duke (shoe- key duke)
the project’s babadook,
of the demented brand,
not a ghost or a spook,
but definitely a kook,
a for-real life
neighborhood bogeyman, ...
a childhood one,
that struck fear in you,
and your buddies too,
stop you dead
in your fun,
and cause you to run,
in a rough-and-tumble land,
there was a man,
that you developed
a sure fire escape plan,
Shu Qi Duke (shoe- key duke)
the project’s babadook,
of the demented brand,
not a ghost or a spook,
but definitely a kook,
a for-real life
neighborhood bogeyman, ...
#childhood
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#poverty
459 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 4:42am
11th Jun 2021 4:42am
mercy
a garland cinquain
mercy:
human kindness
is a mark of valour;
let its mirror swell your noble
passion.
passion
for the spirit
dispossessed and lonely
makes the world a habitable
shelter.
shelter
for the homeless,
battered by his darkness,
makes your heart an unencumbered
lighthouse—
lighthouse,
where the rolling
waters stark the edges,
for death ravenously clued-up.
hapless,
hapless
are they, naked,
trolled by wind...
mercy:
human kindness
is a mark of valour;
let its mirror swell your noble
passion.
passion
for the spirit
dispossessed and lonely
makes the world a habitable
shelter.
shelter
for the homeless,
battered by his darkness,
makes your heart an unencumbered
lighthouse—
lighthouse,
where the rolling
waters stark the edges,
for death ravenously clued-up.
hapless,
hapless
are they, naked,
trolled by wind...
#kindness
#homelessness
#support
#inequality
#poverty
585 reads
4 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
28th May 2021 7:50pm
28th May 2021 7:50pm
Sleep Walking
Day after day I made it through
doing the things I normally do
Watched the Sun's morning light
and the glow of the Moon at night
But, then I noticed in the world things were not right
so I vowed to put up at fight
50 years later I am still in the ring
do my social justice thing
About the "Good Fight" I am always talking
and forgot there was ever a time that I was-Sleep Walking
doing the things I normally do
Watched the Sun's morning light
and the glow of the Moon at night
But, then I noticed in the world things were not right
so I vowed to put up at fight
50 years later I am still in the ring
do my social justice thing
About the "Good Fight" I am always talking
and forgot there was ever a time that I was-Sleep Walking
#murder
#power
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#poverty
667 reads
0 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 2:54pm
31st Jan 2021 2:54pm
Gutted
Poor people in the streets all around me.
Begging for change, not asking for money.
Change on greater scales.
So they can educate themselves,
digest some food and pay for bills.
Uncomfortable truth.
People living like broken convertibles.
No roof.
No proof.
Most people look away from inhumane brutality on display.
Ain’t none of my business they say.
But they’re wrong.
These people need help.
These people need hope from humanity to regain themselves.
These people need...
Begging for change, not asking for money.
Change on greater scales.
So they can educate themselves,
digest some food and pay for bills.
Uncomfortable truth.
People living like broken convertibles.
No roof.
No proof.
Most people look away from inhumane brutality on display.
Ain’t none of my business they say.
But they’re wrong.
These people need help.
These people need hope from humanity to regain themselves.
These people need...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#rap
741 reads
2 Comments
russell_snow
Poem Published
28th Dec 2020 5:59am
28th Dec 2020 5:59am
Starting Over
When I was twenty something
It seemed like I had never-ending breath
But I kept giving and giving and giving up
Soon I ended up fucking up every dream there was to fuck up
With just twenty something dollars in my wallet
And no contacts in my phone
Now, there's not much you can do
When the whole world disowns you
Not many faces turn and look your way
Those names no longer matter
When your whole life has shattered
And you run out of places to call home
Then I figured out a way to fly
The secret to eternal life
I...
It seemed like I had never-ending breath
But I kept giving and giving and giving up
Soon I ended up fucking up every dream there was to fuck up
With just twenty something dollars in my wallet
And no contacts in my phone
Now, there's not much you can do
When the whole world disowns you
Not many faces turn and look your way
Those names no longer matter
When your whole life has shattered
And you run out of places to call home
Then I figured out a way to fly
The secret to eternal life
I...
#homelessness
#addiction
#misunderstood
#MovingOn
#escape
211 reads
0 Comments
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