Best Tramp Poems

They enter the strip
joint like the last 
flurrie of flakes.

She hears the music,
hears the voice of the 
D.J. Wind, enters on cue.

Her cold poles await her 
as she moves to the beat.
One south, one north.
She works them both.

They call her Storm
she is the feature act.
Drawing her minions
in for months...

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud"--- By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a tramp, 
Far, far away from all human habitats
Away from all prying eyes
Following the bent
Of my vagrant inclination; 
Into Nature’s sylvan pockets
To places studded with trees
To the tranquil bosom of the woods
Onto the...

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The Tramp Persona
Who was this boy, a pauper born?
Existing in despair and continual forlorn
Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies
Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies
Charlie Chaplin how can I take you seriously?
Chucklesome slapstick injecting tragedy
Awkward, little mime tugging at the heartstrings
A cathodic empathy he brings
of all those...

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Yeah, that's my old nickname,
From my old band "Tramp",
As well as my occasional irresponsibility...
My friend and ex-sweetheart,
Rosie...called herself "Lady"...
The Lionel Richie song inspired...
"Lady and the Tramp" we were,
And shall be forever...
For my last birthday 
She sent me a
"Lady and the Tramp"
Cartoon artwork cell,
Quite expensive..
I'd expect...
She's...

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Shuffling, shuffling, the tramp shuffles.
One shoe too big, one shoe too tight.
Shuffling, shuffling, from dawn until night. 

Pausing at bins, fingerless gloves.
Searching for scraps with a hungry eye.
A few cold chips, a half-eaten pie.

City gents pass, avoiding a glance.
Afraid they might see,
A glimpse of things...

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This guy on the boardwalk is basically a tramp.
He makes as much money as a pickpocket in a nudist camp.
Since his last bath or shower, it’s been at least a week.
Don’t get too close to him.  He certainly does reek.
This bum will ask you...

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He helped himself up to the wind's foremost blow
On a hillock where the moon searched his impecunious pockets,
Waking a flood in his eyes like swelled teats.
He opened wide to receive the Lady, this Endymion cheats,
No worm-wood virus but sweet philtre phials.
Finishing, he is a lover...
He...

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She’s a whore of life, this woman of man,
she sits at a throne, and summons commands.
Her beauty is insatiable, all lust her creation,
they covet and desire her timely flirtation.

She’s a tramp of joy, she’ll steal your pride,
few escape her brutality, many have tried.
A vixen so...

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When I fell asleep
I felt a light breeze
While fluttering somewhere in the sky
I was someplace very high;
I saw the world from the other side
With snowflakes covering the ground
And a lonely tramp
Freezing like a hound

Sitting on a sidewalk
With a candle in his hands
Staring in its flame
Memories...

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To Whomsoever It May Concern,
(It concerns me nought)
This is just for me to keep
A track of the tricked mind's inmost--
A gist of sufferings I ever got--
All Happiness I discern.

I never stood for a loss--
I'm moving everyday--
Those about call me a 'Ruffian',
A 'Mongrel', a 'Vagrant', 
A...

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The way you look, you appear out of order.
I would like to see you go back across the border.
I don’t care if you’re from Quebec or Ontario.
You are a woman I just don’t want to know.
So go back to your town in Saskatchewan or Alberta.
Hit...

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He woke down the slope, by the hay
With him a thousand shrill cries
That stilled to him, yawning.
He moved with strands of hay, trailing
On his rags.
Sauntering, he is a flaneur...
The road lamps gave him away.

He moved and with him, his bed
And time moved.

Half-way on a bridge...

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BEING A TRAMP IS GIVING ME A CRAMP

I am a transient and I like it that way
I am a philosopher with intellectual utterances to say
I can’t remain in one place for a very long stay
Because I owe too many dealers money I cannot pay

So if...

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In reprimand of Donald Janus Tramp
     (the Grand Old Party's best and choicest loser,
who sleazed and promised us he'll “drain the swamp”),
     you live up to your name for there's none cruder

than you. And you behave like...

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You're   a plastic girl,a tarry girl
your wrinkles hid so well,
you're a spoilt girl
drinking  best flowing french champagne,
first class cuban cigars,
owner of so many latest convertible cars.

You're a perfect woman living your dream,
money coming your way like a stream,
rich men you chose,you had...

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