Best Homelessness Poems

You all walk past me and you don't bat an eye,
Not even when you can see the pain in my cry,
You tar me with the same brush as them all, that you cant deny,
But ignoring me, you cant justify.

No one gives me the time of...

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#1 Apr 21, 2015
I felt nearly dead but I was alive as I remember sitting in a room labelled "CityU of Seattle Library, looking at rows of White Cubes with my books in them and I was not a vegetable in a com a like...

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Social uselessness is a virtue of its own,
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and...

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We're down on our knees
Begging you please
For wanting a which way to go
Are you listening at all
Uouve forsaken our call
Oh why is your answer so slow

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The would be no homelessness
no poverty, no delusion
if men would but make their homes underground.
Tell me, what is the moral of this story?...

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*Had to bring this one back. Like my Poe poem, this one follows me wherever I go. It is my favorite lyric that I've written thus far. It is loosely based on a real person and deals with the issues of mental illness and homelessness....

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a city 
hungover 
wakes slowly 
to silence
and lights that 
keep watch
over night

the red
and red amber
the green
amber 
red
on still streets with
no traffic in sight.

railings and
stone steps 
lead down to a 
basement 
where graffiti
conceals a
locked door

and where bins
overflowing
with bottles
and chip trays 
spew half eaten 
food
to the floor.

a...

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brittle stained jagged fingernails
scratch against the splint hairs
of a cold weathered wooden elbow

an impatient clock had sapped
a once supple leather coat

now requiring constant mending
as homeless unraveling posed an inevitable ending

torn pockets spilled over
with a plethora of dead letters

hope had long ago delivered 
its final walking...

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I’m just sitting here drinking coffee.
The morning air is so crisp and clear.
I know there’s so much going on out there
While I’m just sitting here.

Too many people are roaming around out there
On a day they’re destined to roam.
They’ll push their carts up to garbage bins
Too...

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If my tears were a river
Would they flow to the sun?
Would they laugh, would they chatter 
And before its course run,
Would they open to an ocean 
Holding childhood dreams?
And in the tides of that ocean
Could they bring back what’s been? 

If my sorrows were a...

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Homeless, 

Homeless becames your name 
Because you decided to leave your Home. 
Coca-cola is no more your favourite  drink  
Because you are addicted to  Cocaine. 

Street is straight but 
Sleeping on the street you don't  look Straight. 
Weed pushed  you to speak foolish Words,
Which provoked...

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You Don’t Diet When…


You don’t diet when
You “shop” at a food bank
With never enough for tea.
No readies for treats,
No lattes or sweets,
Nothing extra for you or me.

You don’t diet when
You live by a gutter,
A newspaper lining for sheets.
Sleeping bag if you’re lucky,
And a patch not...

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Is he invisible to the naked eye,

Can’t she be seen by the passers-by,

The track marks on her body,

Follow them they tell a story,

Full of heartache and purgatory,

 

We look but nobody thinks to stop,

Judged and moved on by the cops,

No, where to turn no, no...

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Ding dong, hear the bells of Christmas.
Wind songs of the holiday.
How many bells are ringing 
How many bells are singing
A sad song that belongs to yesterday.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.

How many hearts have wandered to the alleys?
How many minds have simply gone...

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There's construction on 400
Bed rolls under the junction
Lights passing overhead
Eyes shut but never rested

With the film money rolling in,
New homes are built
With the overpass covering,
some are sheltered from the rain

Underneath 85,
Just south of city lights
are those still trudging through life
Bed roll, holding dog close for...

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