Winos Poems - Poems about Winos

...The streets are deserted, not a single soul is about even the winos and street bums are nowhere to be seen. There are no cars on the road or any planes in the air it’s so eerily quiet you ca......Read the rest...

...i never dreamed i would miss my first haven. the dusty little room filled with a misty smell. windows covered with dusty soot, outdoors a little hell. the abandon flats with shadowy visito......Read the rest...

...Adhesive hearts Outstretched to meet The forming of the day; Peel our stories Page by page, Cast to vacuums Sucking all we say. Replacing choice With fear, Replacing youth With age.......Read the rest...

...Long prior - I took to the wheel On a day, fairly, surreal Amid one of my visits back home I went to see, tailgating, all alone My boyhood city. A city on its knees I began patrolling, unemot......Read the rest...

...Gray smeared sky like a quilt of rags Winos sip rot gut from brown paper bags Threadbare cloud crotch splits up the side Rain pours down, you got nowhere to hide Cheap umbrella from a street co......Read the rest...

...City lights lure souls streaming by, giving steel and brick a fresh face. For only the young can supply the mortar that holds dreams in place. Busy roads form a maze of streets, where ......Read the rest...

...Broken lives became a long parade of winos and crumbled plaster just existing in life.......Read the rest...

...Wood for glass the shop fronts hide in poster covered shame And paper blows like tumbleweed in streets bereft of blame The constant dustbowl winds of change howl ‘business now decamped’ As recessi......Read the rest...

...Railroad Tracks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Down by the riverside under the bridge are the masses of those who have chosen to throw in the towel Although labels are not mine to place on anyone These broken d......Read the rest...

...The voices seem to travle through the wall. Slitther down the sidewalk. To settle in a place were no one cares at all. As the painter makes strokes apon a canvas with black and grey. Screams......Read the rest...

...The street sweepers sweep away At four in the morning and try to clean It will never change, it does no good Of yesterday's moral decay On the avenue of the hungry and mean The menu, drugs and n......Read the rest...

...I am furious! Who do you think you are asking me "who are you?" Who am I? Must you ask? Like so many before you who didn't make I refuse to sit and do nothing to help us So I wake at dawn and ......Read the rest...