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.
cabcool
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 1:31am
15th Feb 2024 1:31am
every common man
a sonnet
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for...
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for...
#kindness
#oppression
#homelessness
#inequality
#poverty
317 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 11:39am
7th Feb 2024 11:39am
No Hope
look at the hobo
he looks like me
can he dwell in shadows
if I was me, I'd flee
never once have I thought
seeing me would upset
water is thicker then my blood
self-doubt and regret
prison in this box of artificial delight
can you feel what I can't feel
fake smiles and fake looks
someone reach out for me heal
he looks like me
can he dwell in shadows
if I was me, I'd flee
never once have I thought
seeing me would upset
water is thicker then my blood
self-doubt and regret
prison in this box of artificial delight
can you feel what I can't feel
fake smiles and fake looks
someone reach out for me heal
#rhyming
#homelessness
#SelfReflection #poverty
#SelfReflection #poverty
251 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 10:56pm
6th Feb 2024 10:56pm
You Must Fight To Live
#drugs
#rhyming
#homelessness
#addiction
#poverty
207 reads
8 Comments
LongTubiFree
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 9:41pm
1st Nov 2023 9:41pm
Political gain
I see you, single mother, I see your pain,
but you cannot provide political gain.
I see you, young black man, I see your grief,
but political gain is my only belief.
I see you, thousand of homeless vets
but political gain is the war I don't regret.
Huddled masses, passing by, crying out
but Washington is the only thing I care about.
I need the powerful to love me,
otherwise, everyone will remain above me.
Secrets I know but I will never share,
the powerful and wealthy are what I desire
the need for their nods of approval is unfair ...
but you cannot provide political gain.
I see you, young black man, I see your grief,
but political gain is my only belief.
I see you, thousand of homeless vets
but political gain is the war I don't regret.
Huddled masses, passing by, crying out
but Washington is the only thing I care about.
I need the powerful to love me,
otherwise, everyone will remain above me.
Secrets I know but I will never share,
the powerful and wealthy are what I desire
the need for their nods of approval is unfair ...
#corruption
#politics
#homelessness
#greed
#poverty
289 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 8:46am
27th Oct 2023 8:46am
Hungry
Was listening to radio 4
Ready to switch off, as before
As i don't really listen
Fine food programmes, thus missing
I then thought
Of multitudes of hungry folk
Around the globe, especially broke
Looking at a bowl of rice
With delight, how nice
Grateful to be eating that night
Then i remembered
From sometime in my teens
Living in an abandoned car with not a bean
After a week without any food, i weep
And two nights without sleep
Hallucinations commenced with ghosts
Of historical hosts
Both fascinating, and...
Ready to switch off, as before
As i don't really listen
Fine food programmes, thus missing
I then thought
Of multitudes of hungry folk
Around the globe, especially broke
Looking at a bowl of rice
With delight, how nice
Grateful to be eating that night
Then i remembered
From sometime in my teens
Living in an abandoned car with not a bean
After a week without any food, i weep
And two nights without sleep
Hallucinations commenced with ghosts
Of historical hosts
Both fascinating, and...
#LifeStruggles
#food
#homelessness
#LifeAsAWriter
#gratitude
187 reads
0 Comments
DiaryoftheNow
Bumped 21st Oct 2023 3:52pm
3rd Jan 2019 9:59am
3rd Jan 2019 9:59am
Poem 3 (Homeless Hero)
I went out,
Guided by the principle of
least action and a new God.
The homeless were sewn tightly
to the backs of my minds,
Some of them arrive
with a universe ready to articulate itself,
like picking at a scab.
Others build themselves up like a
lopsided cathedral,
Or a three legged dog.
When I was little,
Wisdom had told me
Every disaster, storm, or death is a
dance, a fête, a soirée.
I hope when you die you can still
recite the theorem from heart.
That you remember our dances...
Guided by the principle of
least action and a new God.
The homeless were sewn tightly
to the backs of my minds,
Some of them arrive
with a universe ready to articulate itself,
like picking at a scab.
Others build themselves up like a
lopsided cathedral,
Or a three legged dog.
When I was little,
Wisdom had told me
Every disaster, storm, or death is a
dance, a fête, a soirée.
I hope when you die you can still
recite the theorem from heart.
That you remember our dances...
#homelessness
#honesty
#oppression
629 reads
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 2:43am
24th Sep 2023 2:43am
Mothering (post drink)
The seed never falls far from the tree,
and I hear her
an envelope, sometimes a shiver,
sometimes a run finger over some piece of flesh
and sometimes the Wilhelm scream
when it's all got too much,
sometimes it's the darkness
that licks head to toe,
or others it's the smile that wipes me off my feet.
I've been alone,
hoping someone
won't turn me out
of well built homes for so long
that the city doesn't have shit on me,
nor do the noises or the way people move
when they've drunk too much
or taken cocaine,
knee...
and I hear her
an envelope, sometimes a shiver,
sometimes a run finger over some piece of flesh
and sometimes the Wilhelm scream
when it's all got too much,
sometimes it's the darkness
that licks head to toe,
or others it's the smile that wipes me off my feet.
I've been alone,
hoping someone
won't turn me out
of well built homes for so long
that the city doesn't have shit on me,
nor do the noises or the way people move
when they've drunk too much
or taken cocaine,
knee...
#mother
#home
#homelessness
231 reads
1 Comment
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
485 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
313 reads
6 Comments
Veraceouz
Poem Published
13th Jul 2023 5:39pm
13th Jul 2023 5:39pm
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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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
488 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
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
631 reads
9 Comments
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