Poems about Homelessness and being Homeless
#homelessness
Homelessness poems, poems about being homeless. Poetry about poverty, life on the streets and opinions on how society fails the homeless. Also poems about the personal circumstances which lead people to become homeless.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 10:15pm
18th Aug 2024 10:15pm
Allow Compassion To Reign Upon Humanity
Devoid of festering and lamented bitter sorrows
Doves soaring in search higher grounds burying turmoil of past tomorrows
The covenant of rainbow between God and man
None holier unto humanity from where we stand
He who seeks shall find peace, within their reach
For the masqueraded, acrimony, rancor, discontent shall never lash the meek
Time is not assured by the human’s mind
Life is the blink of an eye in God’s time
Turn away and allow Sodom and Gomorrah to burn ...
Doves soaring in search higher grounds burying turmoil of past tomorrows
The covenant of rainbow between God and man
None holier unto humanity from where we stand
He who seeks shall find peace, within their reach
For the masqueraded, acrimony, rancor, discontent shall never lash the meek
Time is not assured by the human’s mind
Life is the blink of an eye in God’s time
Turn away and allow Sodom and Gomorrah to burn ...
#homelessness
#rain
#spiritual
277 reads
6 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 7:32pm
17th Aug 2024 7:32pm
Poet on a Road who Shoulda known Better than to ask for a Hug
BEAUTY sewn into flesh and bone of my demons is
often ignored or overlooked by those holding
bible books, hoping
for halos gleaming
UGLINESS honed by those in 'blessed' clothes preaching is
often swept into holes,
mine stays violently bleeding
KINDNESS shown by us messes
erodes each season,
these acts
often deplored or mistook by brashly bold, those
liable to poke the...
often ignored or overlooked by those holding
bible books, hoping
for halos gleaming
UGLINESS honed by those in 'blessed' clothes preaching is
often swept into holes,
mine stays violently bleeding
KINDNESS shown by us messes
erodes each season,
these acts
often deplored or mistook by brashly bold, those
liable to poke the...
#beauty
#homelessness
#LifeAsAWriter #sadness
#LifeAsAWriter #sadness
196 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
Street People
Cold in the crisper dark origins of my mind
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
#dark
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #shadows
#LifeStruggles #shadows
158 reads
4 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 1:55am
14th Aug 2024 1:55am
Injustices
I shall not be blind to injustices, to see that I live comfortably,as it tramples humanity. I say I see to much to be quiet, so I throw my voice into the ocean of injustices to cause ripples, create waves to drown it out. How can I sit quietly as my heart screams out. No Justice no peace, so there is no Justice so I have no peace of mind. Picket signs and riots yelling in my head. If you are quiet in the face of injustices, you hide your face behind the face of comfortability. And if you find comfort in your heart as injustices, stomps at your door. Than you are the face of injustice. In the...
#corruption
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#inequality
#LifeStruggles
254 reads
5 Comments
sugaroses
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 7:57am
4th Aug 2024 7:57am
Cold
She is cold
So cold tonight
With no ghosts
And no blankets
And no memories
And no dreams
She is cold
So cold tonight
Listening to the rustle of the leaves in the wind
She is cold
So cold tonight
She pretends to be a tree
So she doesn't freeze in the wind
She is cold
So cold tonight
Trying to explain to her heart
Why he won't hold her how he lied
To you heart
And that's why your broken
The heart says what is a lie
It is a dream that he forgot when he put you down
Why didn't he fall in love ...
So cold tonight
With no ghosts
And no blankets
And no memories
And no dreams
She is cold
So cold tonight
Listening to the rustle of the leaves in the wind
She is cold
So cold tonight
She pretends to be a tree
So she doesn't freeze in the wind
She is cold
So cold tonight
Trying to explain to her heart
Why he won't hold her how he lied
To you heart
And that's why your broken
The heart says what is a lie
It is a dream that he forgot when he put you down
Why didn't he fall in love ...
#homelessness
139 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 11:20pm
28th Jul 2024 11:20pm
A Tuesday in July at 6:28 am (Part 2)
On my second day out on the Atlantic City Boardwalk, I headed down towards the Claridge Hotel and Brighten Park. As seen in the picture. The Claridge was once a Hotel/Casino from 1981 to 2014. Since 2014 the Claridge operates as a hotel.
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
#addiction
#city
#homelessness
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
136 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 12:31pm
28th Jul 2024 12:31pm
A Downward Spiral
So many need help
A downward spiral happened
Whose to blame for this?
A downward spiral happened
Whose to blame for this?
#addiction
#choices
#haiku
#homelessness
#poverty
124 reads
11 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 3:23pm
25th Jun 2024 3:23pm
AGAINST THE WORLD
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ that will have you thinking about the very words, I write ✍️ and speak with truth and genuine understanding of what is truly, happening in the very world 🌎 of today's society. For the world as it is now isn't the world, that you and I remember as the world of yesterday, as it's has been changed. YET in so many ways 😞 it has change right before our very eyes, 👁️ making us feel like a lost soul just wondering, how did we get here in this day and time ⌚ For we have become an extension of...
#corruption
#deception
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles
#murder
179 reads
0 Comments
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
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 12:42pm
4th Apr 2024 12:42pm
Good Times Were They All
Skyscraper shadows and streetlight rendezvouses
pulse through my veins to the rhythmic heartbeat
of the city
Such fond memories, even the struggles were colorful
from the underpass condo and gas station bathing to
mortal combat over a bag of aluminum cans,
good times.
I stare down at her now from a much more elevated
position, but I always see myself looking back at me
We share a smile knowing that we walked a mile
busting out song lyrics in soup kitchen lines
at peace with who we are.
pulse through my veins to the rhythmic heartbeat
of the city
Such fond memories, even the struggles were colorful
from the underpass condo and gas station bathing to
mortal combat over a bag of aluminum cans,
good times.
I stare down at her now from a much more elevated
position, but I always see myself looking back at me
We share a smile knowing that we walked a mile
busting out song lyrics in soup kitchen lines
at peace with who we are.
#peace
#homelessness
#SelfReflection
14 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 7:46am
25th Feb 2024 7:46am
Vegan Café Blues Haiku Octet
Vegan Café Blues Haiku Octet
ghost summoned
from ancient labyrinth
Hendrix flame
blue string
beaded in fire
Jimi on guitar
brujo
strums blue guitar
voodoo eclipse
voodoo guitar
jams black magic concert
rocks house of usher
blue Latina
grooves Guadalajara
on neon nirvana
felt coat hobo
crowned in stovepipe hat
king of bourbon street
Marie Laveau
in her midnight labyrinth
séance
smoky rhythm
of boudoir blues
Venus rites
ghost summoned
from ancient labyrinth
Hendrix flame
blue string
beaded in fire
Jimi on guitar
brujo
strums blue guitar
voodoo eclipse
voodoo guitar
jams black magic concert
rocks house of usher
blue Latina
grooves Guadalajara
on neon nirvana
felt coat hobo
crowned in stovepipe hat
king of bourbon street
Marie Laveau
in her midnight labyrinth
séance
smoky rhythm
of boudoir blues
Venus rites
#music
#haiku
#homelessness
#witches
#seductive
164 reads
0 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 12:06pm
15th Feb 2024 12:06pm
I Once Was Lost
Gone the enchanted days of childhood past
Left bleeding in the streets of the city
For the golden innocence does not last
The concrete and steel bear them no pity
Grievous are the lost souls that hunger so
Amidst the curtain fall of times gone by
Their hearts empty of love they ought to know
Somewhere lost in a looping lullaby
Left lying in the shade of skyscrapers
Escaping the heat of desperation
Faces of death in the asphalt vapores
The fading pulse of a broken nation
They were the future once so brave and bold ...
Left bleeding in the streets of the city
For the golden innocence does not last
The concrete and steel bear them no pity
Grievous are the lost souls that hunger so
Amidst the curtain fall of times gone by
Their hearts empty of love they ought to know
Somewhere lost in a looping lullaby
Left lying in the shade of skyscrapers
Escaping the heat of desperation
Faces of death in the asphalt vapores
The fading pulse of a broken nation
They were the future once so brave and bold ...
#city
#alcohol
#homelessness
88 reads
6 Comments
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