Short Homelessness Poems
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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?
its everywhere
here and there
so your be aware
so many need care
you pay a fare
to be there insome town
lay on the ground
its a long less
HOMELESSNESS
if your on the street
than you know this beat
they come out late
thats no misstake
and its cool
cloths and food
for homelessness
jod well done
the
MIDNIGHT RUN
Nobody is born bad
War
Poverty
Homelessness
Lack of love
Lack of compassion
Lack of education
Lack of jobs
And lack of care
Drives people to take desperate measures to survive
"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."
God helps those who help themselves
Hidden here a kernel of truth: "no free lunch!"
But if I seek a shelter in real or fancied homelessness
"A stitch in time saves nine," - not my bikini (thanx a bunch)
Humanity hungers
Hope seems to be lost today
Homelessness a problem.
Heaven's door far away
Heavier the heart lost
Happiness floats or flees
Heir of all things arms wait
Downtown city lights
with breathtaking ambiance
hides in her darkness
disparity ~homelessness
ensnared in her masquerade...
Inspired by numerous sightings of homelessness while traveling by train.
Unemployment line
Single file to soup kitchen...
Fear of homelessness
Unemployment line
Cries in emergency room...
Fear, no insurance
Unemployment line
Like a faith-healer's crusade...
Hope to help, heal, house
little orphan girl
wandering the streets
after being thrown out of a group home
little orphan girl
trying to figure it out
without the skills to do it
little orphan girl
dressed in a woman’s body
no help coming because of that gown.
ocean sounds
I pass a conch
from my ear to hers
monsoon dusk
the flood carrying
my shattered dreams
long rain
the homelessness
reopens the school
holding tight
to the hand of my child--
on the iPad
my mother talks and talks
of returning roles
Homelessness, at the present
time is happening all the time
All around the world
Can't make ends meet
A life defeat
A lifetime change
Or by choice
Found myself like this
Did not want to miss
The chance put down
All happenings around
That bitter Midwest wind attacks me
I sit on the bench and I shiver
My old farmer's coat protects me
A grand blessing which I cherish
I think of that homeless guy
He slept on this bench years ago
I think that he's dead now
At least I can go home
Oh, the piggy loves you
The piggy loves me
The piggy is homeless,
yessiree.
Give the pig a cookie
Give the pig a bed
Or maybe a sarcophagus,
in case the piggy's dead.
Punch'm in the snout
Poke'm in the eye
Take the piggy home
and dump'm in the sty
He stood erect.
I don't know
if he would have kissed his mate
or patted his childrens' heads
when he set out from camp
to procure food.
But they were happy
when he returned provisioned.
I bought him rice and tuna at Wal-Mart.
This is homelessness today.
The abrupt dissonance caused a mental breakdown
Father was never in his life
The streets played the role of caretaker
Homelessness became his ultimate attire
Often, a square peg in a round whole
The grinding lead to a friction like no other
Bottom is reality, top is but a dream
The homeless sleep outside empty buildings
large enough to house them all
where pennies pinched cost more than you spent
measured against the rise and fall
to set your stall when others lose it
together propped and prepped was key
standing tall where ever you sit
a fallen oak is still a tree.
Poem therapy . An addict
The history of Christianity until now
The history of Islam until now.
Logic
Of humanity
All says the goodness
All says health
So
So
Not a narcotic smugler
Not addict of men
Not ruin of families
No divorce for women
Not homelessness
Not injustice
3
I had a chance
To do things different
And the same
And I believe
I can’t do either
Because
They have
Already been done
So I just want
To go back
To homelessness
And staying at
Friend’s houses
And now I
Am
Going
Home
(Excerpt from the ebook "Jail Poetry Vol. 1" Available !!NOW!! @ Amazon.com)
The Retreat: Part 3
Opening Bell
And you thought YOU had it bad
Cancer
Homelessness
Divorce
Estrangement
Family Death
Pet Death
Molestation
Rape
Depression
Sex Worker
Sex Client
Bad Taste
Bizarre Taste
You people are really ed up
Ok I am too
Let's un—-k ourselves silly
And begin.
(3/24/17)
The world collapses
Diseases kill
Meaningless wars
Starvation
Homelessness
Cancer is growing
We either hate our neighbors
Or just don’t know
Fire builds fire
Revenge is the cause
You can’t wound with your hands
You kill with kindness
And heal with compaction
Hatred no solution
The world collapsing
and we don't know what to do
covid-19 deaths,
unemployment on the rise...
so is homelessness.
the pain very real
our ship of state is living...
a complete nightmare.
no relief in sight
not quite a happy new year...
lifeline held hostage.
Date written: 12/27/2020
Trial in Complaint by Corruption
Without notice of state of emergency regarding homelessness
Poverty law precludes me from prosecution as in definition of rights the slaves literacy is justice.
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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
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 for a reprieve from cold's siege.