Street Life Poems - Poems about Street Life

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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The morning was cool, just a little nip in the air, then I saw her in the alley. with a hungry stare. Digging in a dumpster, she was looking for food, I could not imagine, I didn't have a clue. She is someones mother, " I thought to myself." but do they look for her, or do they even care? How...

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STREET LIFE DAY IN DAY OUT LIVE OR DIE THATS [STREET LIFE]. MANY OF MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS LIVE BY THE CODE THE STREET CODE THE STREET LIFE CODE .ITS THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE OUT HERE FOR MY AKHIS AND MALIKAS .DAY IN DAY OUT THE CODE YOU LIVE BY...

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