Homeless in the streets. 

Homeless in the cars, bars and motels too. 

There are so many homeless, what could we possibly do?

We give them milk, water and bread but it feels as if the more we give; the more it spreads. 

People say it's an eye sore, that their value goes down...

When all the homeless, show up in town. 

But what they don't realize, who those homeless could be...

Your friends and neighbors maybe even family. 

Because homelessness looks different.

It comes in strange shapes and forms.


Like a mother huddling with her baby during a long stormy night..

Lighting crashes and trees breaking as a infant cries out with fright. 

Surely she could go elsewhere? Why does she stay here?

But did you know her loved ones are no where near.

Her husband died fighting in long drawn out war and her parents cut off communication when she moved off to a distant shore.

Had she known what was coming, maybe she could have thought....

"This might make me homeless, guess it's all for naught."


We can't change time and we have to face our fates. 

Some are bound for greatness, but how long until that will change?

There's homeless all around us, something that we can't change.

Unless we vote out those who harm us!

With greed their only game. 

Until then I'm still homeless, and homeless is my name..



  • Author: B.Ray (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2023 13:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: Homelessness can happen to anyone. Helps those you can.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 12
  • User favorite of this poem: WiccanWoman.


  • David Wakeling

    When a society is based on Money as Jesus said there will always be the poor.I think its a sad truth that society values money more than people

  • Tia Natasha

    Beautiful!! I love it! I felt every line. I wish I could help everyone out there.

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