Long Poems About Homelessness
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Long poems about homelessness. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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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
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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
616 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
383 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
357 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
449 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
546 reads
12 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Jun 2021 9:27pm
20th Jun 2021 9:27pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 4)
The short time I spent in Llanfairfechan allowed me to gain a measure of stability and to contemplate on the direction my life had taken: the musical aspirations that I still felt passionate about, the aimless drifting through Devon and London, the solitary drinking, the fears and anxieties.
After staying in dormitories, sleeping on kitchen floors and sharing a room with international students, I finally got to wake up in a normal bed on my first morning in Wales. In the corner of the room stood the piano that had assisted me through most of my teen years, looking well and...
After staying in dormitories, sleeping on kitchen floors and sharing a room with international students, I finally got to wake up in a normal bed on my first morning in Wales. In the corner of the room stood the piano that had assisted me through most of my teen years, looking well and...
#alcohol
#homelessness
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
439 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 3)
Okay,' one of my relatives said when I finished explaining. 'There's a student hostel in Kensington. Get a taxi over and we'll meet you there.'
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#PTSD #fear
#PTSD #fear
597 reads
13 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
Homeless, The First Time (Part 2)
Have you the price of a can of lager?' the owner of the flat asked me in the morning. I didn't like parting with my money, what little of it was left, but I had no choice. Give him the money for the beer, or return to the Pound.
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#risk
394 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
Homeless, The First Time
I arrived in London a few hours later and began to panic, overwhelmed by the crowds and the noise. A siren wailed nearby and a police vehicle pulled to a halt. I felt truly lost, mesmerised by the speed of the city and the officers attending to an incident on the opposite corner of the street.
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#poverty
484 reads
11 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
23rd May 2021 4:32pm
23rd May 2021 4:32pm
A Man's Bad Situation
Back in 1986, an unfortunate man was living in a bad situation. He was doing so poorly financially that he was having to live in his car and eat dog food. People knew that he was eating the dog food because he didn't have a dog.
He bought the dog food at a man's convenience store. The store owner laughed at this man and made fun of him behind his back. He made fun of him to my dad. I believe what the store owner did was wrong. If the situation had been reversed, I don't think that the store owner would've wanted people to laugh and make fun of him.
Ask yourself this...
He bought the dog food at a man's convenience store. The store owner laughed at this man and made fun of him behind his back. He made fun of him to my dad. I believe what the store owner did was wrong. If the situation had been reversed, I don't think that the store owner would've wanted people to laugh and make fun of him.
Ask yourself this...
#LifeStruggles
#food
#homelessness
#poverty
#nonfiction
318 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 1:14pm
23rd Dec 2020 1:14pm
An Art Bell Radio Journey
An Art Bell Radio Journey
The parched hills roll like whales in a sea of the desolation of bone dry tumbleweed desert just past Tucumcari. We are hoping for a Santa Fe motel vacancy. The purple sunset glows like a nebula in the western expanse of the sky. It is 70 miles to Santa Fe and an old episode of Art Bell plays on the stereo, to bring the mystery of the cosmos into our cubist world on wheels. Here the night is a show billions of years in the making where satellites are newcomers on the celestial scene. The galactic night is for lovers who...
The parched hills roll like whales in a sea of the desolation of bone dry tumbleweed desert just past Tucumcari. We are hoping for a Santa Fe motel vacancy. The purple sunset glows like a nebula in the western expanse of the sky. It is 70 miles to Santa Fe and an old episode of Art Bell plays on the stereo, to bring the mystery of the cosmos into our cubist world on wheels. Here the night is a show billions of years in the making where satellites are newcomers on the celestial scene. The galactic night is for lovers who...
#love
#marriage
#night
#homelessness
#desert
520 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Homelessness
