Talia Hill Poet Rhyme

Gutter

Cardboard and cold concrete;
   The makings of my 'home'.
Soggy socks, blistered feet;
   My harsh daily commute.
Pleading with outstretched hands-
   I'm loved?. or obsolete?

* 'Poetry is in the House' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
* Entered on: 11/6/2025

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Christopher Delegans November 23, 2025 at 11:23 AM I love the imagery of this one, Talia. I've experienced this life as well and think you captured the emotions of it very well. Talia Hill November 23, 2025 at 12:35 PM I appreciate that, Christopher.. it's definitely an experience that stays with you in so many ways, good and bad.

Andrea Dietrich November 13, 2025 at 10:58 AM Very interesting one. You did a great job. Congrats on the contest Talia Hill November 14, 2025 at 3:52 AM Thank you, Andrea!.. Inspired by my time spent as part of the unhoused community.