Best On Skid Row Poems
Below are the all-time best On Skid Row poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of on skid row poems written by PoetrySoup members
Mother Goose Down On Skid RowTom Thumb got caught peeping
Now his life is on the run
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
On a gambling junket she was on
Little...
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Categories:
on skid row, nursery rhyme, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
A bit of humour to kick start the week
FRED THE PERV.
Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue...
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Categories:
on skid row, humor,
Form:
Limerick
VAN GOGH
Well over a hundred years ago
The illustrious Vincent Willem Van Gogh
A genius somewhat like Michelangelo
With thousands of artworks in his cluttered studio
From the sublime to...
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Categories:
on skid row, art, celebrity, irony, mental
Form:
Monorhyme
The Portrait
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth... Ecclesiastes 12:1 KJV
Once, there was an artist, who would paint the Savior’s face,
Portraying His great...
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Categories:
on skid row, religionme,
Form:
Narrative
Pangs of Love Never Dies in Diseased MindsNothing In his eyes
i'm nothing in his eyes
how did it get this way?
i gave my all, gave my best
but none the less
he choose to take...
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Categories:
on skid row, lost love, me, me,
Form:
Blank verse
Bipolar Symptoms We are to Shame to Talk AboutSchizo got my white man knowin’
What papa felt like bein’ black.
Mania got me actin’
like a strawberry
fiendin’ fo’ crack.
Got OCD and I cain’t get my...
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Categories:
on skid row, crazy, depression, sick, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
the gavelwith a black robe and a bad heart...with eyes that see evil and ears that hear lies
viewing the world like a dying disease
like the beggar...
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Categories:
on skid row, passionme,
Form:
Rhyme
Making LoveDrinking water all night,
jerking off on the Sabbath,
and feeling the night making me feel alive,
Sabrine she left me a year ago-
a lie or two broke...
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Categories:
on skid row, deep, depression, how i
Form:
Free verse
We Stare at our FeetHe sits and wonders why he's here
As his tears flow into his beer
Deep inside where the pain is kept
His whole life he has felt so...
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Categories:
on skid row, angst, life, pain, time,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
I Don't KnowWhat’s his name? What’s his name?
I don’t know, I don’t know
Let me go, let me go
What’s his name?
Who Jim Crow, Joe Blow or John...
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Categories:
on skid row, confusion, funny, imagination, me,
Form:
Free verse
Mission DreamsNight time creeps up fog like and
Bare with street lights bending
Shapes into focus.
Zombies march to an unheard
Song that have no words or reason.
A march that...
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Categories:
on skid row, addiction, allusion, community, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
YOU ARE MY SENSE OF SELFYOU ARE MY SENSE OF SELF
You are my view from on high, looking down at...
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Categories:
on skid row, inspirational, me, people, me,
Form:
Free verse
Watch It BuddyWatch it Buddy,
don't even think about it;
you see me, and I know you know it.
Don't fool with her,
she is mine,
and I'm hers'.
You mess with her,
and...
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Categories:
on skid row, anger, girlfriend, humorous, woman,
Form:
Free verse
street lifetwinkle twinkle little star she had a dream that went too far.all she wanted ws to be loved,all
she wanted was to be wanted.all she...
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Categories:
on skid row, adventurenight, dream, car, dream,
Form:
I do not know?
Sort Of True LifeAbout half way through this next poem I had a slight break with reality and decided to go straight for the humor! Hope you enjoy...
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Categories:
on skid row, funny, life, child, child,
Form:
Rhyme
Alone--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Through the night
lying beside him,
watching him sleep.
Suddenly aware-
my breaths match his.
Who is this man-
I don't know.
Not the man I fell
in love with years...
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Categories:
on skid row, angst, husband, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse
will there come a timei wonder if there'll come a time
when i forget how to rhyme
when the pen in my hand
no longer writes
when the ideas that i have
are no...
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Categories:
on skid row, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme