Long Poems About Homelessness
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Long poems about homelessness. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
HellBellsPixie
Luna Belle
Luna Belle
Poem Published
10th Oct 2020 8:53am
10th Oct 2020 8:53am
This isn't Wonderland Anymore
Hello, Hero won't you step right in?
Crystal just left to put on her face
You know how spastic she's been.
Dearest Hero, the tea is just in,
Won't you sit down and have a glass?
We haven't met but I've seen you before.
Passed in the halls but I missed that class.
Have a silver spoon to stir the 'mile
I do hope it isn't too hot
Not too unbearable to feel.
Connecting the dots seems too reaching
Especially since the year's been insane
But Hero, I'm not the Mad Hatter,
You're not Alice... It's a pity...
Crystal just left to put on her face
You know how spastic she's been.
Dearest Hero, the tea is just in,
Won't you sit down and have a glass?
We haven't met but I've seen you before.
Passed in the halls but I missed that class.
Have a silver spoon to stir the 'mile
I do hope it isn't too hot
Not too unbearable to feel.
Connecting the dots seems too reaching
Especially since the year's been insane
But Hero, I'm not the Mad Hatter,
You're not Alice... It's a pity...
#ILoveYou
#death
#drugs
#homelessness
#addiction
528 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2020 6:03pm
23rd Aug 2020 6:03pm
let me be salt
Thus, when you give to the needy, sound no trumpet before you, as the hypocrites
do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may be praised by others.”
—Matthew 4:2 ESV
i clamour not to have my name
immortalised in gold
my service yield i not for fame
mercy has been paroled!
my right hand knows not what my left
conspires or circumvents
...
do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may be praised by others.”
—Matthew 4:2 ESV
i clamour not to have my name
immortalised in gold
my service yield i not for fame
mercy has been paroled!
my right hand knows not what my left
conspires or circumvents
...
#kindness
#food
#homelessness
#inequality
#poverty
498 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 3:18pm
19th Feb 2020 3:18pm
THE DARK SIDE OF LIFE
A question for the depth of the mind? When you look at someone, who has become homeless regardless of there reasons why it happen? What is your reaction, as you stare as you walk on by for what does your eyes say that your mind wants to speak, as you pass them on the streets for everyone has a story to tell for everyone, had what you take for granted wishing that this didnt happen to them. ...
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
#misunderstood
#HumanRights
#poverty
574 reads
4 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
18th Dec 2019 2:25am
18th Dec 2019 2:25am
Drifting About - Ft. Hippo & Harps
Floating around the shores of a beach, whilst being all out to sea
I’ve been drifting about, the days are becoming so long
Nobody told me, it could so easily, happen to me
It’s not that it’s bad, I’ve done nothing wrong
It’s just time, as I knew it, seems to have skipped a beat
A month became a year, like time decided not to catch up and meet
Nowhere to sleep, little to eat, only new wayward floaters to greet
Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me
I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d...
I’ve been drifting about, the days are becoming so long
Nobody told me, it could so easily, happen to me
It’s not that it’s bad, I’ve done nothing wrong
It’s just time, as I knew it, seems to have skipped a beat
A month became a year, like time decided not to catch up and meet
Nowhere to sleep, little to eat, only new wayward floaters to greet
Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me
I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d...
#mother
#ImSorry
#homelessness
#music
#rhyming
420 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
The Paste Eater’s Grave
I.
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
#death
#spiritual
#homelessness
#metaphor
#ignorance
1169 reads
31 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 10:34am
5th Nov 2019 10:34am
He Obviates The Obvious wit Skillful Derring'do
........and then, flattery
becomes battery
(in the due course of what will happen next),
and eye read each morning edition.....monster-truck ads
and all that's needed to
end it it all. once and for all.
Parceling all our neat, sweet boxes a'brim wit deeds
or anOther woman's generosity
(of anOther man's seed)
overcoming ordinary events, scaling...
becomes battery
(in the due course of what will happen next),
and eye read each morning edition.....monster-truck ads
and all that's needed to
end it it all. once and for all.
Parceling all our neat, sweet boxes a'brim wit deeds
or anOther woman's generosity
(of anOther man's seed)
overcoming ordinary events, scaling...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#Buddhist
#homelessness
601 reads
6 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2019 10:48am
22nd Oct 2019 10:48am
Purple Haze - ft. Hippo & Harps
Homeless in paradise, it's never that clean
Home free, since I was a middle-aged teen
Purple haze trees, as my life's infrastructure
Smelling the scent, of my bohemian subculture
Playing along the boardwalks of Venice Beach
Passersby, all the time just begging to screech
Their rude undertones, as they sip on their latte
Surely, I was a given, for a dope smokin' runaway
I must admit, I am a drunk
I will admit, I did love punk
I won't admit, I'm not a hot spunk
Have to admit, at skool I did flunk ...
Home free, since I was a middle-aged teen
Purple haze trees, as my life's infrastructure
Smelling the scent, of my bohemian subculture
Playing along the boardwalks of Venice Beach
Passersby, all the time just begging to screech
Their rude undertones, as they sip on their latte
Surely, I was a given, for a dope smokin' runaway
I must admit, I am a drunk
I will admit, I did love punk
I won't admit, I'm not a hot spunk
Have to admit, at skool I did flunk ...
#music
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#homelessness
#rap
485 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 5:28am
27th Sep 2019 5:28am
Hang Hat Wit Heart, ( esp. At Home)
Home away from home away from home away from home
away from home from home home away from from home /
Home away from home away from home away from home
away from home from home home away from from home /
home is where the heart is the heart is where home is heart
home is where the heart is
home is where the heart is
home is where the heart is
Home is where you hang your hat/home is where the heart is/
Home is where you hang your hat / hat hang hat home
Home is where you hang...
away from home from home home away from from home /
Home away from home away from home away from home
away from home from home home away from from home /
home is where the heart is the heart is where home is heart
home is where the heart is
home is where the heart is
home is where the heart is
Home is where you hang your hat/home is where the heart is/
Home is where you hang your hat / hat hang hat home
Home is where you hang...
#happiness
#kindness
#secrets
#home
#homelessness
453 reads
5 Comments
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
6th May 2019 8:53am
6th May 2019 8:53am
SLUMPED (Revised, Final edit - with Video)
#anger
#homelessness
#CallToAction
#frustration
#poverty
719 reads
12 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 1:18am
13th Jan 2019 1:18am
Vagrant in the House of Women
Vagrant in the House of Women
He sleeps in sodium light shadows. There, whiskey weary souls expire like angels in the fetid night air. Their cardiac cauldrons pump like lovers in a final tryst.
On Christmas Eve the Soup Kitchen runs out of meals. The last cup of milk is served. The bewildered hobo roams the storefronts in search of Yuletide generosity from restaurant owners. When he rounds a corner, an angel holds his hand and opens her van door.
His heavenly companion gives him a derriere boost and he feels the warmth of her hand through his...
He sleeps in sodium light shadows. There, whiskey weary souls expire like angels in the fetid night air. Their cardiac cauldrons pump like lovers in a final tryst.
On Christmas Eve the Soup Kitchen runs out of meals. The last cup of milk is served. The bewildered hobo roams the storefronts in search of Yuletide generosity from restaurant owners. When he rounds a corner, an angel holds his hand and opens her van door.
His heavenly companion gives him a derriere boost and he feels the warmth of her hand through his...
#women
#romantic
#angels
#homelessness
#sensual
500 reads
0 Comments
IHate_BlackEye
Chuymonster
Chuymonster
Poem Published
20th Nov 2018 10:50pm
20th Nov 2018 10:50pm
Home lessons on Portland benches
Home is where the heart can rest and help the mind unwind from stress
My home lessons on bench’s taught me life’s least concern is chasing waterfalls and the love of falls inside a chest
In PDX winters moist with heavy gusts that soaked my cloths, shoes and most my toes, I grew blisters after walking 4 block every other hour because I awoke shivering and shaking like
Parkinson’s disease
Unfortunately over a dozen died asleep becoming so numb that by the time they awakened it’s to late, their fate is sealed paralyzing every muscle except the eyes to see...
My home lessons on bench’s taught me life’s least concern is chasing waterfalls and the love of falls inside a chest
In PDX winters moist with heavy gusts that soaked my cloths, shoes and most my toes, I grew blisters after walking 4 block every other hour because I awoke shivering and shaking like
Parkinson’s disease
Unfortunately over a dozen died asleep becoming so numb that by the time they awakened it’s to late, their fate is sealed paralyzing every muscle except the eyes to see...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
532 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2018 10:27am
22nd Oct 2018 10:27am
~ Blessed be that [which] Will Obliterate Every Trace [of Me ]~
the man of monster, old gentle soul too grievous
to forget the grieving. Finding empty the
Houses of Lords, Fathers, and
dead Daughters, wit
all spirits in a
colloquy of yester'year's glee
that happens to be not happening
anymore, nor anywhere
(where the blind eye looks to see),
O, aye'll be'damed as the blessing...
to forget the grieving. Finding empty the
Houses of Lords, Fathers, and
dead Daughters, wit
all spirits in a
colloquy of yester'year's glee
that happens to be not happening
anymore, nor anywhere
(where the blind eye looks to see),
O, aye'll be'damed as the blessing...
#homelessness
#humankind
#HumanRights
#inequality
#poverty
659 reads
3 Comments
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