Homelessness Poems - Poems about Homelessness

You are gone and I am okay. In fact, I wanted it this way. For you, life was a machete. I always wished you to be free. Leaving us for months, sometimes years, made me often spill grieving tears or scream aloud my sibling's plea. I always wished you to be free. I lived with a broken heart stain and thought with an aching...

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"In the USA, vacant homes by thousands thrive, while countless homeless struggle to survive. In a land of plenty, such homes stand bare, as lost souls grow, wandering in despair."...

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Is today a new year in any way? Thirty first and first look too much the same. The snows that the sky and cold winds still spray, Are still making me feel cold without blame. Hardship bought me no coat on a cold day. Homelessness is what they falsely proclaim. But there, in their closets coats beg to leave. My back pleads...

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In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone, Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone. She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips, "My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped." Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace, She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space. For Charles, the one she loves, but he...

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Its a cold December and there is reason to believe The establishment wants the homeless dead No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve That bitter cold wind causing our bodies to seize the people on a merry dance have been led Its a cold December and there is reason to believe That jack Frost...

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Why were you at the canal so long? Even you said that its a wasteland. Reclamation of this waste, so its true artisan nature can thrive. I've seen so many artists out there just like you, but you say its dangerous. We can't lose artists, what would happen if there were no artists? I know you don't want me around that avenue, but I...

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Sun on the ground, warm on the bottom. Heat from the bricks. In that moment troubles forgotten. Winter rain brings misery, soaked to the bone. nothing dries, you still cry. Never felt so alone. Stranger propositions make you feel as worthless as can be. Sins a plenty offered. Can anything be sold for a fee? The kindness of strangers is not always...

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Trauma,misery and unhappiness Is a life one lives; Overcoming obstacles and barriers Interacting with carriers Of diseases and affliction Mental health and addictions Days of sadness and depression No help on the horizon Living the life of flight or plight Trying to survive another night Dawn and then the morning comes Thoughts of what the day holds Let’s get out of...

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Take notice of the beggar man that soon your eyes shall meet, Offer out an outstretched hand and ask to take a seat. This man is more than just another man who’s lost his way, He’s more than just a man who walks the streets alone each day. Within his eyes, a story lives, a past that's rich and...

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Friendships, wordy scripts, cameras, microphones and venue blips. Call security, no need to be shirty, let's go again.. scene five, take thirty. Action. Cut. Time for tea. The bar is closed but coffee's free. The waiting patiently never ends. We chat we laugh. We're making friends. The brushes flash across my brow.. my shirt is...

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No one should ever live this way we should all support each other no matter what...

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music lingers streetlights shine stars man and woman sleeping in shadows the library’s closed an intimate voice on the radio as I drive home midnight the spell is cast midnight as I drive home on the radio an intimate voice the library’s closed sleeping in shadows man and woman shine stars streetlights music lingers ...

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The barren ground bleached by the sacred sun scantily clothed children and dogs run Trees scarred by scavenged limbs Burned in pyres as sunlight dims Low water levels recorded on painted rocks Boats cannot reach out of water docks I have seen he planet of the damned The hardened earth refuses tent stakes another hill make your Achilles ache The ground crackles then...

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

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Hes ing homeless, you see him there don't ignore that starved groak glare, You can see that he's got an empty cup in his hand he looks hungry and you're now aware, He has no shirt on his back no shoes on his feet, but he's human too, hes no different to me or you, He...

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