Best Homelessness Poems

*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. To bring it up to date, a fresh audio was...

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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 pigeon
whose body
attempts
as it struts 
to try
to catch up 
with its...

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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 day,
You all literally leave me on the streets to decay,
Letting...

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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 papers
 
without care of return receipt

handmade trees with news of...

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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 many people – who have no home.

Too many children are...

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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 rainbow,
Would they bright my gray skies
Across a ceiling of blue,...

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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 they said to each other. The people around me had...

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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 go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and park benches.
They...

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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 some Wisers.

Working in a good company , 
Failing  to organise...

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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 too gusty,
Or moved on to another street.

You don’t diet when
Your...

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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

                    Chorus
Are we worthy of peace and tranquility
We need but a...

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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 one who cares.

Attack beaten and were totally unawares,

 

Starved, cold,...

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cardboard mattress 
concrete box spring

cocooned within the threads of shame

pillow stained 
with dried tears of despair

air pockets 
hover with a pungent force

that’s the way I remember her bed—
as I walk by....

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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 astray?
A face that once held laughter
Spends Christmas in the park
Hypnotized...

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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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