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.
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
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A Homeless Heart
Her heart is starving for love.
Digging in his eyes for true love.
Realized it's completely empty.
Soul wandering down on misery.
She gave her all now she's a mess.
Never thought she'll be homeless.
Lately, her intuition seems kinda odd.
He took everything from her but God.
She's on the streets of confusion.
Wondering was it love or just an illusion?
Wounded crawling to find some shelter.
Until she found Faith things got better.
Life was falling apart but it fell into place.
All she needed was God his everlasting...
Digging in his eyes for true love.
Realized it's completely empty.
Soul wandering down on misery.
She gave her all now she's a mess.
Never thought she'll be homeless.
Lately, her intuition seems kinda odd.
He took everything from her but God.
She's on the streets of confusion.
Wondering was it love or just an illusion?
Wounded crawling to find some shelter.
Until she found Faith things got better.
Life was falling apart but it fell into place.
All she needed was God his everlasting...
#love
#homelessness
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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
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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
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Life's bitter streets
In these dark streets, where shadows twist and moan,
Lives rugged souls, venturing all alone.
They trot on pavements paved with sorrow's cost,
Where the bones of urban legends are lost.
Living rough, on the margins, they lament,
Through concrete jungles, wild and discontent.
These alleys, their fortresses in the night,
They seek solace, by the pale streetlight.
Drunk on life's bitter nectar, they succumb,
To the whiskey's embrace, where demons hum.
Their spirits rise, swaying in the dark air,
Amidst shattered glass, they find...
Lives rugged souls, venturing all alone.
They trot on pavements paved with sorrow's cost,
Where the bones of urban legends are lost.
Living rough, on the margins, they lament,
Through concrete jungles, wild and discontent.
These alleys, their fortresses in the night,
They seek solace, by the pale streetlight.
Drunk on life's bitter nectar, they succumb,
To the whiskey's embrace, where demons hum.
Their spirits rise, swaying in the dark air,
Amidst shattered glass, they find...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#city #homelessness
#city #homelessness
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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
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Deathly Testimonies
thespians of death
act: infinitude
another journal entry awaits
this fated journey
this diaspora of the soul..
scythe slashes umbilical chords
yet spiritual accords
remain intact..
respectful tact is
what it takes to re-enact
the moment of loss
engaging cozmik forensics
highlighting holographic fingerprints
emancipating movements from
the matrix's cycle
of a patented psychosis
fluxed between...
act: infinitude
another journal entry awaits
this fated journey
this diaspora of the soul..
scythe slashes umbilical chords
yet spiritual accords
remain intact..
respectful tact is
what it takes to re-enact
the moment of loss
engaging cozmik forensics
highlighting holographic fingerprints
emancipating movements from
the matrix's cycle
of a patented psychosis
fluxed between...
#death
#rebirth
#homelessness #memorial
#homelessness #memorial
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I Am Not Offended by........
I am not offended by seeing Gay people kiss on the street
but by kids and Seniors not having enough food to eat
I am not offended by a crazy MTG tweet
but by homeless people using concrete as their hotel suite
I am not offended by another Trump speech bc he is a bore
but by Putin's illegal war
i am not offended by Drag Queen performance art
but by another DeSantis racist and homophobic verbal fart
I am not offended by....
but by kids and Seniors not having enough food to eat
I am not offended by a crazy MTG tweet
but by homeless people using concrete as their hotel suite
I am not offended by another Trump speech bc he is a bore
but by Putin's illegal war
i am not offended by Drag Queen performance art
but by another DeSantis racist and homophobic verbal fart
I am not offended by....
#war
#homelessness
#racism
#HumanRights
#inequality
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Moon over Camp Hope
this town has her secrets
they settle on the southern hills
when it rains
& the memories of my ancestors
callused hands
still hold her close
I wonder if they hear it too
her people grieving
for their families, their jobs
their broken homes & backs
as they fall through cracks
and disappear with every single drop
Her mountains are beautiful
our protectors
snow covered peaks
bringing bittersweet sorrow
to the lost at Camp Hope
heart of this town
But she grows as cold &...
they settle on the southern hills
when it rains
& the memories of my ancestors
callused hands
still hold her close
I wonder if they hear it too
her people grieving
for their families, their jobs
their broken homes & backs
as they fall through cracks
and disappear with every single drop
Her mountains are beautiful
our protectors
snow covered peaks
bringing bittersweet sorrow
to the lost at Camp Hope
heart of this town
But she grows as cold &...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness #poverty
#homelessness #poverty
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"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
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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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Book Bans
If there is a god, its name is process.
Even ideation will need supplies
And all of this troubles those who obsess
Far too much about providential eyes.
The meaning is clear. Students need breakfast
And they need lunch and dinner and dessert
If we expect the scholarship to last
Or skill sets to remain fresh and alert...
And that is why the Sergeants of supply
Are more important than the oligarchs
Promoting policy which will deny
School libraries shelving Karl Marx,
Who understood the ways of modern man
Are...
Even ideation will need supplies
And all of this troubles those who obsess
Far too much about providential eyes.
The meaning is clear. Students need breakfast
And they need lunch and dinner and dessert
If we expect the scholarship to last
Or skill sets to remain fresh and alert...
And that is why the Sergeants of supply
Are more important than the oligarchs
Promoting policy which will deny
School libraries shelving Karl Marx,
Who understood the ways of modern man
Are...
#politics
#pollution
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#inequality
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DU Poetry : Poems about Homelessness and being Homeless