Winos Poems - Poems about Winos

...In a crowded room filled with high society, and In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news A lone saxaphone player, playing the blue......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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.......

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...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......

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...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......

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

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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