Long Poems About Homelessness
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Long poems about homelessness. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Aug 2023 7:03pm
25th Aug 2023 7:03pm
Purple Reign
If Heaven could only hear me
The world would be a better place to roam as we breathe
Can you hear me now
I heard the bullets flying in the inner cities, state to state, town to town
Do you not see the children wandering in the street
The men in blue with guns drawn as my soul they take turns to beat
A bird can fly, yet has no dreams
I walk in fear with love, compassion, to find peace in greener pastures of serene
One person I stand against the multitude
Yet, within the palm of my hands,...
The world would be a better place to roam as we breathe
Can you hear me now
I heard the bullets flying in the inner cities, state to state, town to town
Do you not see the children wandering in the street
The men in blue with guns drawn as my soul they take turns to beat
A bird can fly, yet has no dreams
I walk in fear with love, compassion, to find peace in greener pastures of serene
One person I stand against the multitude
Yet, within the palm of my hands,...
#politics
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#poverty
#sun
376 reads
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
201 reads
6 Comments
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
327 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
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
486 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
190 reads
6 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
211 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
390 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
15th Mar 2022 11:17pm
15th Mar 2022 11:17pm
The Forgotten Ones
Is the thrill gone away
Do I have nothing more to say
This is the day I have silently prayed never to come
I cannot hear the beat of my own mental drums
My mind is trying to stay afloat
Waves rocking against my paddle boat
I…
Do you see what I mean
My thoughts have never been this far in between
However, I’m somewhat tinkled pink
Fingers gliding as I think
Giving everything, I got bedsides the kitchen sink
Is the thrill really gone away
Is this the day I have nothing else to add or...
Do I have nothing more to say
This is the day I have silently prayed never to come
I cannot hear the beat of my own mental drums
My mind is trying to stay afloat
Waves rocking against my paddle boat
I…
Do you see what I mean
My thoughts have never been this far in between
However, I’m somewhat tinkled pink
Fingers gliding as I think
Giving everything, I got bedsides the kitchen sink
Is the thrill really gone away
Is this the day I have nothing else to add or...
#homelessness
#poverty
479 reads
14 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
306 reads
4 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
263 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
378 reads
5 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2021 10:19pm
23rd Jun 2021 10:19pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 5)
Not again, I thought. But I had only two choices. Check in at reception and fill out the necessary forms, or sleep rough.
I arrived from Wales on the Saturday afternoon. By the Monday, I was drinking a bottle of cinzano on the Cathedral Green, not really caring who saw. The sweet intoxicating liquid offered some relief, though only temporarily, and when I woke in the morning, I knew I couldn't go on in this way.
Having no idea of how to rejoin normal society, I prayed quietly, pleading with God for a place of my own. Later, I spoke to a Baptist minister whom I'd known...
I arrived from Wales on the Saturday afternoon. By the Monday, I was drinking a bottle of cinzano on the Cathedral Green, not really caring who saw. The sweet intoxicating liquid offered some relief, though only temporarily, and when I woke in the morning, I knew I couldn't go on in this way.
Having no idea of how to rejoin normal society, I prayed quietly, pleading with God for a place of my own. Later, I spoke to a Baptist minister whom I'd known...
#religion
#music
#alcohol #homelessness
#alcohol #homelessness
475 reads
12 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Homelessness
