Poems About Homelessness Published by Members Recently Online
#homelessness
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:53am
3rd Apr 2025 7:53am
they call the train station crack central (home town observations)
A pigeon was scavenging scraps
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
#addiction
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #poverty
#LifeStruggles #poverty
71 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:53am
3rd Apr 2025 7:53am
they call the train station crack central (home town observations)
A pigeon was scavenging scraps
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
#addiction
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #poverty
#LifeStruggles #poverty
71 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:53am
3rd Apr 2025 7:53am
they call the train station crack central (home town observations)
A pigeon was scavenging scraps
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
#addiction
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #poverty
#LifeStruggles #poverty
71 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:53am
3rd Apr 2025 7:53am
they call the train station crack central (home town observations)
A pigeon was scavenging scraps
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
#addiction
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #poverty
#LifeStruggles #poverty
71 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 1:52am
12th Jul 2019 1:52am
so sorry, old man ..
most of the railway arches
around london bridge have been
blocked off or converted into
something else is going on
but I need somewhere to sleep ..
around london bridge have been
blocked off or converted into
something else is going on
but I need somewhere to sleep ..
#homelessness
477 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
41 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
41 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
41 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
41 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
41 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Apr 2022 1:18am
21st Apr 2022 1:18am
Our Conscience
The world has gotten ass backwards
In these last couple of years
Whether it’s through politics or greed
Morals have fallen on deaf ears
I’m talking about the ethics of humanity
Which have become so obscure
When the constant suffering of so many
Become profits for the rich assured
And as absurd as that may be sounding
Think how many are hungry tonight
While some shit in their gold commodes
Something just doesn’t seem right
There is a heartless avarice that grows within
When those who have more want more
It...
In these last couple of years
Whether it’s through politics or greed
Morals have fallen on deaf ears
I’m talking about the ethics of humanity
Which have become so obscure
When the constant suffering of so many
Become profits for the rich assured
And as absurd as that may be sounding
Think how many are hungry tonight
While some shit in their gold commodes
Something just doesn’t seem right
There is a heartless avarice that grows within
When those who have more want more
It...
#homelessness
#humankind
#greed #poverty
#greed #poverty
387 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Apr 2022 1:18am
21st Apr 2022 1:18am
Our Conscience
The world has gotten ass backwards
In these last couple of years
Whether it’s through politics or greed
Morals have fallen on deaf ears
I’m talking about the ethics of humanity
Which have become so obscure
When the constant suffering of so many
Become profits for the rich assured
And as absurd as that may be sounding
Think how many are hungry tonight
While some shit in their gold commodes
Something just doesn’t seem right
There is a heartless avarice that grows within
When those who have more want more
It...
In these last couple of years
Whether it’s through politics or greed
Morals have fallen on deaf ears
I’m talking about the ethics of humanity
Which have become so obscure
When the constant suffering of so many
Become profits for the rich assured
And as absurd as that may be sounding
Think how many are hungry tonight
While some shit in their gold commodes
Something just doesn’t seem right
There is a heartless avarice that grows within
When those who have more want more
It...
#homelessness
#humankind
#greed #poverty
#greed #poverty
387 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Homelessness Published by Members Recently Online
