Michael Tor Poet Free verse

A Homeless Man's Finality

His eyes looked worn and full
of a lonely lifeless existence. Lost
in his world, wandering through.

    The heartfelt pains are the
heavy burdens he carries with him.
    His body and feet aching from
the miles of foraging through the
cold dark mean, city streets.

    The Holidays are hardest for
him as he remembers vaguely 
his first Christmas with his parents.
     For a moment that thought
brings a warm loving feeling, 
engulfing his heart releasing a
tear.

     He then sees a family through
a picture window as he slowly walks
by, listening to their joyful
expressions of festivity.
Remembering his and escaping to
avoid the pain of his thoughts of
his family.

   His clothes are worn like his teeth.
Needing medical attention, he deals
with the physical pains along with
the mental ones, on his own.

    He finally sits down, puts his 
hands over his head and breaks
down crying uncontrollably. Releasing
his life's experiences all at once! 
Relieving all of his hearts pains,
through tears. Finally giving up!!



Michael Tor 10/6/2015

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Iris E. Sankey- Lewis November 12, 2015 at 5:55 AM This is sad, wonderfully written with images that says; 'there by the grace of God go we'

James Inman October 20, 2015 at 8:38 AM Enjoyed this sad write, Michael. Michael Tor November 10, 2015 at 4:38 PM Thank you James.

Ralph Sergi October 9, 2015 at 1:34 PM Hi Michael: A very intense and poignant prose for those with no alternative avenues to seek. I can only appreciate the manner in which you conveyed this sad plight of many. GREAT WRITE! Michael Tor October 9, 2015 at 6:14 PM Hey Ralph thanks for your feedback. It is very intense. Hope you are doing well. We missed your writes.

Andrea Dietrich October 9, 2015 at 1:42 AM oh my this one is so heartbreaking. The poor suffering man, and very sadly, it is happening to someone at this very moment and another, over and over again on this planet! By the way, I read what you said about contests over at somebody's comments and I replied to your comment over at their page! I too was feeling quite disgusted today over a few things similar to what you said happened to YOU!" Michael Tor October 9, 2015 at 2:54 AM Thank you Andrea for understanding wish I could share more but It is not my intention to cause any hurt to anyone, but it is very frustrating and sometimes disappointing to deal with the pain it causes. I will find where you have commented. Thank you for your kind supportxxx

Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:30 PM Focusing on the plight of an individual and his personal angst touches people at some deep level whereas before it's just a "sad situation". You were so good here, Mark. Exceptional write. 7. Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 11:40 PM Thank you Kim. I appreciate your generosity but more importantly your observations. Thanks for stopping by.

Richard Lamoureux October 7, 2015 at 6:59 PM What a moving piece Michael. This tugs on the heart strings. Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 9:05 PM Thank you Richard. These poor people are not only men but women and children. It really bothers me to know that much more can be done for them and it isn't. I admire John Bon Jovi for starting his soup kitchens through out New Jersey. It makes me happy to know good people are helping. Have a good one Richard loved your write on your mom, sis, and wife.

Cherl Dunn October 7, 2015 at 6:51 PM Dear Michael Thank you for all of your comments my friend, Glad you like them so much, I hope Linda will like hers as much as you did, she asked for this one, and also for the review on my other works, I am flattered and appreciate all you've written you take care and have a great night, cheri Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 8:52 PM Thank you Cheri. Your poem I wish everyone here could read, about Halloween. My wife loved it. Your gift to Linda I know she will appreciate greatly.

Joan Donnelly Ellis October 7, 2015 at 6:28 PM Michael I have a friend who was homeless for years and now has a modest dwelling and a job. He was here this morning and I read him this poem. He couldn't hold back the tears. When poem from the heart can make one cry you know the poet has something special. Congratulations Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 8:42 PM I'm so happy he is doing well. Tell him I wish him the best life has to give, and may the good Lord watch over him. God bless him. Joan your words have touched me today. Thank you so much for sharing. I am glad you are friends with this gentleman. Blessings to you.

Cherl Dunn October 7, 2015 at 5:44 PM Dear Michael Glad you enjoyed my old fashioned Halloween, I promised CayCay my newest sister that I'd write her something more traditional today and so I did this morning. It was a fun write, and I'm so happy she really enjoyed it, and I'm thrilled you did also, take care and have a fun and safe week, cheri Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 8:39 PM It's incredible how you can just get up in the morning and write such beautiful poem of Halloween for Linda. I read it Cheri it was one of my favorites.

Nette Onclaud October 7, 2015 at 1:07 PM a total gush of a heart in angst so powerfully composed, michael... greeat job.. huggs Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 1:26 PM Nette thanks for your comment. I agree with your observation. Thanks for the visit.

Emile Pinet October 7, 2015 at 12:40 PM This is truly penetrating in is delivery and its exposed truths. The world is a hurting place and we sometime feel we are being tested and prepared for pain as its presence seems to dominate our existence as we prod along in a state of continued disappointment and failure, without much hope for change or enlightenment. Emile. Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 1:37 PM Sadly I agree Emile. Your words express here speak of a worldwide reality. Not just men being homeless and hungry but women and children. When you think of that it is agonizing. Have we become animals, I shouldn't compare us to animals. Even animals take care of their own. I respect John Bon Jovi he started soup kitchens in New Jersey. I hope others follow suite. We spend so much money on war, and going into space, and secret opts trillions and trillions of dollars.. I feel in my heart Emile that we are headed for disastrous times. This is happening in America not a third World Nation where it would be more likely to happen. anywhere it happens is terrible.

Demetrios Trifiatis October 7, 2015 at 5:43 AM Row truth that, unfortunately, have witnessed and witness every day because of the hardships the Greeks go through the last five years and the chords of migrants that have occupied parks, streets and squares of the city! A poem to which your concern and tender heart has given life and put it in the apex of our sensitivity! A big seven dear Michael for your humanity and concern! Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 1:45 PM It is a horrible realization. I am glad good people like yourself Demetrios sees and feels and knows these truths. I would on Sunday after service go out into the city and buy sandwiches for these people. It wasn't much but It gave me a feeling of helping the least of us. When I stopped and thought if each one of us did this they would at least not be hungry. Every little bit counts. Life can sometimes be challenging like Silent One says no one chooses to live like this. Thank you Demetrios for your kind words..

Anne-Lise Andresen October 7, 2015 at 3:41 AM - Really heartfelt pain, many such destinies in our world - a deeply sad and touching poem, Michael - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 1:46 PM Thank you Anne-Lise for your observations.. I appreciate the feedback.

Poet Destroyer A October 7, 2015 at 12:45 AM such a sad read Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 1:08 AM It is sad. Whats more sad is that so many are experiencing so much pain and our government is not doing enough Linda to help. It is getting worse.

CayCay Godwin October 7, 2015 at 12:44 AM I almost stopped halfway, didn't know if I could see it through which means your poem worked. I felt his sadness, a global problem, as you creativity described. You dug deep into your sensitive side for this one, Michael ... CayCay Michael Tor October 7, 2015 at 1:09 AM Thanks CayCay I wish more could be done for these people.

Robert Lindley October 6, 2015 at 10:24 PM A very compelling write my friend. Sad part is its all to common now in this nation. I come from a family of 15! I can not imagine ever being alone like that. Great poem my friend. A7 Michael Tor October 6, 2015 at 11:15 PM Robert your very fortunate to have come from a large family. It is all to common very sad. Thank you for stopping by Robert.

Laura Leiser October 6, 2015 at 9:53 PM Forgot the rating, here it is! :) Michael Tor October 6, 2015 at 11:11 PM Thank you so much Laura for your generous rating.

Laura Leiser October 6, 2015 at 9:52 PM Oh, this is so sad and yet so beautifully written with such a poetic elegance, Michael. You have captured the plight of the homeless well. A 7 from me. Michael Tor October 6, 2015 at 11:13 PM It is sad Laura. I try to imagine what its like to be homeless. I really can't imagine. I hope someday our government steps in and helps them.

Cherl Dunn October 6, 2015 at 8:55 PM Dear Michael Very heart felt and meaningful, what a worthy write about the times we live in, it's sad but emotional, wonderfully inspirational, and yes I'm HERE, again lol cheri Michael Tor October 6, 2015 at 9:24 PM Cheri glad your back. We missed you.

Marian Millerstutzman October 6, 2015 at 7:03 PM Very Nice! Michael Tor October 6, 2015 at 9:22 PM Thank you Marian I appreciate your feedback.

Tim Smith October 6, 2015 at 5:20 PM Michael this so sad and melancholy. I'm seeing life through his eyes and now my eyes are misted. Sensational write. Going to my favorites and a7+++ Michael Tor October 31, 2020 at 5:17 PM Thank you so much Tim.