Best On Skid Row Poems

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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I have a little secret
That maybe you should know
Let me whisper it in your ear
Let me get real close
Promise me you will keep
My little secret...

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we sat, my brother and I
leaning against the old wood pannels of the room
the smoke engulfed us like breath
as the threat of violence loomed

his voice...

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Its those silly little butterflies i get in my tummy,
Just thinking about him.
The gentleness of his touch.
The deepness in his eyes.
The sound of his voice.
the...

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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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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise,...

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An occasional chance encounter
With a stranger on the street 
Can change life like a tidal wave
And lift us off our feet.
The mystery of wakefulness
Like the...

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All alone here I sit, in this hell I call home.
With no motivation to silence these moans.
There's junkies in the next room, and tweekers below,
outside...

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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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Nothing 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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A pauper begs at the town gate
and sets, each day, a date with fate.
He harbours dreams where riches flow
but morning finds him on skid row.

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September sun beats a downtown hotel,
For skid row children the heat is hell.

Mother drugged and father out to score,
Their children play alone, on the lobby...

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Schizo 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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"Midnight to 3.33, Morning Kills"



He said, 
“Go to where the poets go
Love rolls wet and sways
Intensity wraps itself inside out
and somersaults its legs backward
to open...

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with 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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