Best Down And Out Poems


Down and Out In Saigon

Down and Out in Saigon

Southeast Asia, and Mexico
 has always attracted 
A certain type of westerner
The down and out 

On a down word spiral
Why?
Relatively cheap to live
Lots of part-time gigs

Teaching English
Or other things
Cheap Booze, drugs, sex
Readily available


Places to stay
Dirt cheap
And no one needs 
To sleep outdoors

Easy to disappear
Into the foreigner's backpackers ghettos
And escape 
From whatever you are running from

The locals are somewhat tolerant
The police usually look the other way
And there are lots of people
In your shoes

I was surprised to find 
That Saigon has become
The latest place 
For the down and outer crowd

In Bangkok, one sees them a lot
In Cambodia as well
In the Philippines 
In Nepal

And south of the border
In Mexico as well
and Eastern Europe
and Latin America 
 
In India not so much
In Japan and Korea 
Just too damn expensive
And too cold to be outdoors

Back in the day
I used to work 
The citizen services gig
And saw lots of the down and outer set

The old blues song 
comes to mind
No one remembers you 
When you are down and out 

And in the States
Being down and out 
Means living 
on the mean streets

As it is very difficult 
To live with almost no money
And the various side hustles 
Don’t give you much money
Unless you are dealing drugs

And teaching ESL
Is not an option
other hustles are difficult
and begging gets one arrested

Food is expensive
Transportation is expensive
Booze and drugs expensive
Rent is prohibitive

Commercial sex is expensive
And no one loves you
If you are down and out
No one knows your name

You are just another
 homeless bum
Invisible to all
As you try to make do 

Much better to be down and out
In Southeast Asia
Than on the mean streets 
Of the USA
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Down and Out

“Stay away, I can’t afford to be sick.
Hand sanitizer please, and make it quick!
I can’t have the flu,”
I moaned as I puked -
“I’m out of Tylenol, Nyquil, and Vics!”


12/30/11
For "Sneezing Limerick" contest

Down and Out Number 2

You eager commuters
you don’t see me
in the shadows shivering
Remembering that green door and the
warm baking bread smells
A king in a pocket sprung bed
Beside my abdicated queen
And the curly haired prince who
No longer hears my song

You eager commuters
Forward looking
I alone have 
Wealth and friendship
Bottle shaped
No idle chit-chat
But whispering cold comfort in my ear
and warming the broken hollows of my heart

You eager commuters
understand
This nook is not a chosen one
Not for its smells of rotting waste
or its views of shoes and hemlines
Of swiftly passing people
Averting their lofty eyes
From this pile of rag and bone
That used to be a man with house and home
© Kaye Locke  Create an image from this poem.


Down and Out

Hey stranger, will you help me 
I’m begging of you please 
My world has been turned upside down 
And now I’m on my knees. 

The job I held has disappeared 
The wife I had is gone 
The child whose hair I ruffled
no longer hears my song 

My cosy hearth a memory now.
The comfort of my home 
replaced  by rotting garbage, 
and a makeshift bed of stone 

Don’t pass me by like that sir 
Just some pennies or a pound 
Would buy some comfort for me 
While you are homeward bound 

I was once a knight in armour 
Desirable and clean 
Not just a heap of rag and bones 
That you can pass unseen

Please kindly sir, please help me
My life is now so bleak 
My mind is not so good now,
my body oh so weak

The content of this bottle
is now my only friend 
it warms the hollows of my heart 
I know will never mend 

Just stop and spend a moment 
A chat would be so good 
To have a conversation 
like normal people would 

I don’t know about the football 
The tv, or the news 
But perhaps my horror story 
will help you change your views 

I didn’t mean to be here 
It’s really not my choice 
But when you’re broke and lonely 
That’s when you lose your voice 

No-one will listen to you 
Your pleas on deaf ears land 
Your past is unimportant 
You’re just a homeless man 

Oh stranger won’t you help me 
I’m begging of you please 
My life has been turned upside down 
And now I’m on my knees.
© Kaye Locke  Create an image from this poem.

Down and Out

So many nights like these
 on my hands and knees
Begging God please
 give me just a little release
In a dark desperate state
 with too much on my plate
Straight out of the gate
 this seems to be my fate
Since the womb ive been denied,
 hated and despised
Just another outcast from the tribe
, discarded, judged and tried.
A wayward son buried deep
, too many secrets Ive had to keep.
This insanity steels My sleep
, a weeping wailing black sheep.
I scream up at the skies, 
is it all just smoke and lies.
It just seems the more i try,
 i never find peace of mind.
So i pray my heart will heal
 and God will give me a better deal
And true happiness i can feel
 and he will show me what is real

Down and Out

I found you when you were down and out 
your soul with holes and inside doubt 
the prayers you said with your rosary 
did not stop that deep, deep bleed 

you looked through me like I wasn’t there 
taking what I offered, refusing to share 
I stayed beside you—held your hand 
helped you try to understand 

the closer you got, you were further away 
holding me close yet still at bay 
I warmed your lust, but not your heart 
you told me from our very start 

the tables turn, I place no blame 
on love’s defeating, haughty game 
words don’t come in any form 
at night when I lay safe and warm 

I always knew you wouldn’t miss 
any form of a vacant kiss 
always reading yesterday’s news 
it is just the publisher’s views
© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.


Down and Out

DOWN AND OUT
By:Poetic-Life
May 21, 2013

i cant explain my feeling anymore cause everytime i think of you i cry, i been crying for days and nothing i can do but cry i can wipe my tears but im still going to cry, i can promise you that im not going to cry but im still going to cry, as my night and days appear i sit on my bed in my heartache in tears, i may have cried a river who knows, it still stay that i cried day and night, and the pain i have will not go away, i get on my knees asking god help me through this time but i still feel the tears coming down my face and now i feel all the tears i have are gone and i just sit up in the middle of the night wishing that things were same but deep inside my heart i know they isnt and its killing to not say how i feel, i been in pain cant talk cause its like you really isnt there, i cant speak to you at times cause feel like you dont care, it feel as if im a nobody, i dont know if i can bare another tear anymore, i dont see my happiness end yet to come, i see the pain in the rain to come , i dont see it getting any better yet

By:Poetic-Life
May 15, 2013

Down and Out Haiku Slam

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Down and Out

How I hate the way I feel today,
   I just want everything to go away.
Don't know if I am angry or sad ,
  All I know is that it feels real bad.
Everything is so mixed up inside ,
  Confused by it all I just want to cry.
Closing my eyes trying to get some rest,
   Doesn' help much getting only moments at best.
Hoping for nightfall is what I want now,
   Praying tomorrow will be better some how.
How I hate these days when I am down ,
   Wishing nobody would ever come around.
Asking myself why I am in this mood,
   What will it take to change my attitude.
Surely there is something to make me smile,
   I wonder if there is because it's been awhile.
Reading the book to maybe see my way through,
   It doesn't help either I am still feeling blue.
Listening to others and what they have to say,
   Changes nothing at all I still feel this way.
Why are there days I feel so down and out ,
   Makes me want to just scream and shout.
Wait for the morning sunrise is what I'll do,
   Possibly then I will be able to talk to you.
Oh how I do not like the way I feel today,
   It's just the worst ever feeling this way.
TAC

Premium Member Down and Out

don't dwell on the past
when the future has alot to offer

Down and Out

Poor man down and out

Set aside like trash at
A cold curb left
To wonder about how
Life so promising
And glee, could gray
Into thick black haze
Of somber dream
And waking nightmare
Where hunger live stout
And doubt stouter still
Each nights' eternity
Coolly serves reminder
Hope is beyond,
Far beyond...
This concrete laced lot.

Down and Out

When your down and out
You want someone to lay down with you
Shine a light
Wash away all your dreams 
Ease your mind
So all your troubles disappear
Look into your eyes and wipe away the the tear.

When You Are Down and Out

When you are down and out

When you feel alone
When the key no longer fits
When you no longer feel safe

When you can’t reach; reach whom it concers
When you can’t reach; reach the ones you love
When you can’t reach; reach the one you love

When you are isolated
When you can’t have visitors
When you aren’t allowed visitors

When you needed a friend
When you needed more than a friend
When you needed a shoulder; to talk too

When you needed a hug
When you needed more than a hug
When you needed; love

When «how are you?» are to be answered with «I’m fine, how are you?»
When you aren’t ready for a good advice
When you are down and out

Then «social distance» doesn’t help
Then «no hugging» doesn’t help
When you are down and out

How are you really?
Really; how are you?
When you are down and out

I see «andrà tutto bene» written on the wall
Everything is not going well; I know that
But; things will get better

Even; when you are down and out

Down and Out

When I feel down and out
It makes me want to shout
No one wants to hear it
So it makes me feel arrogant
My heart is good
But to many get misunderstood
I'm on my own
And nothing is set in stone
I'm there for friends 
But mine don't want to bend
Nothing much I can do
But keep going like I do

Premium Member Down and Out

Occasionally, we might stub a toe,
    Or even sometimes, skin a knee.
Now while most of us fully recover,
    It's not always done gracefully.

We might also get our nose bloodied,
    Yet we're compelled to never quit.
So that whenever we stumble and fall,
    We'll rise above, we won't just sit.

These are lessons learned early on,
    Where managing pain is clearly taught.
Though for some the lesson is lost upon,
    Those who couldn't see a victory if they fought.

If we fail in these efforts when struggling,
    Then our survival will be shortened, not endured.
And should we decide to give in to what's easy,
    Mankind's fear will remain as reassured.

This is why we must never give up or into,
    The shadows of doubt that attack our soul.
Because the very fight is for our survival,
    And if we lose , we may never be whole.

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