GUTTER POET

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The dirty streets
And broken people
Run down factories
And general store
Seem to call
From filthy gutters
Their words
Knocking at my door.

The prostitutes
The people
The drunkards
Characters all
The drug addicts
And the fallen
To lifes cruelty
Seemed to call.

Violence
On the corners
At 3am 
Blood to spill
The underbelly
Of society
A different world
That seems to thrill.

A place without
Gods or angels
Preaching survival
To each and all
The homeless
And forgotten
I just seem
To hear their call.

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Comments7

  • sorenbarrett

    This poem creates a dark and noir feel in its imagery. It feels like a world of shadows, suffering, sadness and danger that gives a thrill to those searching for such. Nicely crafted with rhyme it seems to echo out of dark streets. Well done Norman

  • orchidee

    Good write N. We've sat down in the gutter, having stood for ages waiting for that bus. One solution might be - someone passed the bus stop and said to us: 'Oh, that route stopped 30 years ago'. lol.

  • arqios

    Been there, however briefly. There is poetry even on the other side of the tracks. Thanks for sharing my friend. 🙏🏻🕊️

  • Paul Bell

    21st century, not a lot has changed it seems, and if anything getting worse.

  • Lorenz

    This reminds me of certain streets of Philadelphia filled with twisted shadows...

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Norman, I like this a lot. You’re listening where respectable society usually tries very hard not to hear anything. The people pushed to the edges still have stories, and sometimes the gutter has a hell of a lot more to say than the polished places do. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • Goldfinch60

    Fine words Norman about a state of the world that need not be there if those in power and with the money cared.

    Andy



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