Best Hobo Poems

Hobo Walking Past Our House

He looked like man walking with rocks in his shoes,
a bit edgy, with shadows flitting about.
Dark clouds about him, sending the lonesome blues,
smiling alligator with a toothless snout.

Stopping to look back, time waving its hello's,
angry at not having what he left...

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Train whistles still call me
in the dead of night
recalling wanderlust
days of youth, tugging
something
inside me tight
Vacant curiosity of what
might have been
another place
another lifetime
remembering when
I was free, with
nothing to lose but
The Sadness
I carried overseas
(and back again)
like a bulky bag of
dirty laundry grown large 

Older now, I thought...

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Walking along the road 
Pushing the metal cart 
Having to be in a useless life mode 
I am a hobo with a broken heart

Finding new things everywhere
Picking up random things and putting them in my cart 
I even found a new pair of underwear
I told...

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Hobo Butterfly

Rest here
Weary Monarch
Though Monterey calls you
No flight for broken wings that seek
Healing
Born in this arbor - this hospice -
Begging release to fly 
The wind express
Again!

4/28/20

Based on an injured butterfly, in our garden, that hitched a ride on the grill of our car.  We...

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I’d love to be a hobo
To tramp the country mile
To be at one with nature
To face life with a smile

The countryside will feed me
With the hedgerow for my bed
The green grass for my pillow
When I need to rest my head

Oh I’d love to be a...

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He wallowed in the dirt
With the sand and the muck
Saying brother can you spare a buck?
He say I ain't got the time
Well how 'bout a dime?
Denied

Beggars sigh
As the cars passed by
My oh my

Please help
I'm down on my luck
I lack even a buck
And I don't know...

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He’s usually there – at the intersection
Disheveled and dirty
With blistered lips
Beaten mercilessly by the blazing sun
Day after day
I can’t look him in the eye
But nonetheless he approaches
I raise my hand to deny him a rand
Unmoved it seems – rich bastard
Do you know how it feels?
Without...

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In an unfolding poetic hymn of yours, 
I will be the poet, with zealous zeal,
A Sky, unwrapped the horizon of yours, 
while,  I was a lonely, soaring seagull 
Running brook of yours had a murmuring sound, 
though, tranquil water touched mine
Within the rainy season,and...

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Play that Oboe Hobo,
far across the field.
Like a Gypsy dancin'...
never yet to yield.

Play that piper viper,
play it all in song.
Tambourine and magic...
as we dance along.

Sing the mystery of life,
beat the drum and play the fife.
Play that Oboe Hobo...
onward as we go.

See that Gypsy dancin',
all around...

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Kids are spreading the news around
The circus is coming to town!
Colorful hobo
How could the kid know
Thought he had seen a circus clown...

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its beautiful town.
a hobo in dirty gown
He smiled at me
he lives near alley 
he kinda smelly 
he looked so holy
its shivering cold
snow and rain
never heard him complain
he played violin 
gave him watermelon
he said never eaten salad
took him to restaurant
he sang too loud
squawked like crow
people wondered...

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Time's moments takes it's toll
 adding gravitational pull
 
To a body, so weighed down
 His chin can touch the ground
 
With pain visible on his face
 He lives sans his wit, and grace
 
A life of selfishness, his crime
 now sentenced, to a duel with...

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Step right up
Come down below
Welcome 
To the side show
  See rodeo clowns    
Spiral down
Tendrils 
Twine around
Hobo
Give us thrills 
Break our hearts 
Star attraction there’s 
No sadder show revealed
Sure
To tear you apart...

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I once had a buddy named Bob
He was an unbearable slob
I pressed him a suit
And dressed him up cute
He dirtied it quickly, the knob....

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Gypsy of the Railways

I march to a different drummer
My life it is my own
I'm an explorer of experience
That is how I'm known

I've seen snow in South Dakota
I've been on the Vegas strip
Had barbeque in Kansas
My life has been a trip

I'm a gypsy of the railways
I'm...

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