Street Life Poems - Poems about Street Life

Street Life Pitbull Thug

(Intro)  
Yo, I got scars on my knuckles and dreams in a duffle,  
Life gave me lemons, I sold 'em in a hustle.  
Mandy said “swing by,” I said “bet,” no delay—  
But what happened next? Man, lemme just say...

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Verse 1
Mandy told me to stop by, I pulled up in Crocs,

THAT BOY

He sits by the junction
scraped knuckles, half a smile
a boy with more scars than years
each one a story no one asks to hear.

I saw the truth in his trembling vow
heard the break in his voice
when he said he’d left Kush behind
but all they saw was yesterday's face.

He carried hope in both hands
knocked on doors he

Street Life

Street life is like
Wild life; law is needed to 
Neutralize troubles.

Story Poem

A girl named Mouse

There once was a girl named mouse,
She ran away from her parents house.

No place to call home
It is on the streets she will roam, 

Found shelter at the park,
On new adventures she will embark.

She thumbed a ride to the local mall,
Grabbed some clothes and headed to the stall.

With her new dudes in

Homeless Poetry

HOMELESS POETRY

These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless.



Epitaph for a Homeless Child
by Michael R. Burch
		
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.



Homeless Us
by Michael R. Burch

The coldest night I ever knew
the wind out of the arctic blew
long frigid blasts; and I

Street Life

Every night I walk these streets
Where the neon lights shine so bright
People rushing all around me
Barely stopping to say goodnight
Homeless ones are lying on the street
Dreaming of a life that they may never meet
Fighting for a meal, day by day
Trying to keep the sorrows far away
The corners filled with heartless souls
Trying to make their living

Street Life

A box made of cardboard with nothing inside
Came from a shop where white-goods are supplied 
The high street still busy but less than before
When I used to manage the furniture store

The shoppers are rushing to spend lots of cash
They're choosing gifts hoping their choices aren’t rash
The street lamps are lighting as dusk rears its head
And

Street Life

Street life 
We know no night 
Cos we can sleep 
A little at noon 
We can't be sleeping
When the night pays our due 
We are like the angels of the day 
Yet the devil's at night 
That is the calling of 
Street life 

Street life 
Silver spoon was so 
Far on the day of our

Street Life

I am born to hassle
Grown to live with hustlers
I am born in the street and raised in the waves of nowhere
I am the daughter of the cage
Under the bridge is where I lay my head
I am the seed of poverty
Hunger is what drives me wild
I am a friend to a snow and
Winter frost knows me

The Street Life

I was runaway at 16
the streets was my 
new home.
My knight and shining
armour turned out to 
be a fake.
He made me think I 
was beautiful and loved.
He was all I had so l
did everything he asked
of me.
Next thing you know I 
was degrading my body 
and giving him all the 
money.
To prove my love l

Street Life

Poet: Ken Jordan
Story: Street Life
written: July/2014


    Child, I have seen many nights
turn to dawn, out in the streets.
I was you once,  left home thinking that 
I could take care of myself at eighteen.
      
     My parents told me what to
expect from my decision to walk away 
from the one's who loved me.

Street Life

Mug of Joe
Tarp hung low
Living under an over pass
Is better than dancing in jail
Day old butts
And dumpster meals
A cart with just three wheels
Got a place staked out
On the corner of Main
Cardboard on my chest
Says, “Bless you anything will help”
I dyed my haired in a Exxon
And took a shower in the rain
Going to take it to

Street Life

Magnolia walls
that lay like beaches
around this island bed,
neon pollen throwing crosses
from windows pane
as Friday nights vocalist
vomited lyrics into hedgerow mike.

Macadam stretched between penguin houses,
black ice with diamond eyes shone
as she stood in spotlights glare
of the last bus,
never knew her name only her stare,
sweeping the damp street for sanctuary
away from needles making love to junkies.

Bump and

Street Life

Click click boom and your brothers gone

Sittin at his funeral knowin he aint’ do nuthin wrong

Was just at the wrong place at the wrong time aint know where to start

Messed around, got 3 bullets to his heart

Grandma on a breathing machine

Take all her breath just to tell you she loves you, make you wanna scream

Scream

Street Life

twinkle 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 wanted was to be acknowledged.
from a child to a woman overnight express.what harm came her way with a simple hello.at 16 
she lived on skid row,getting introduced to being a

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