Sitting on the cold concrete step
In front of an abandoned building
The worn-out olive bag
Stuffed with all his belongings
Between the two stiff fingers
Clutching a cigarette butt
Under the Messy hair
Reveal an emotionless face
Through the hollow eyes
Glimpse the shrivel heart
Wrapped with hopelessness
An alien lost in an unknown world
Don't know where he belongs to
Where will you hide from the storm
When will you have your next food
Where will you get clean water
How will you survive the frozen winter
Shall one day
The Sun warm your heart up
Finding you the path
Back to home
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Author:
myself and me (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Saw this homeless person, can not erase his image, my heart felt heavy. Why, what and how?
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Comments5
mam, this is so well written, one can practically see that person. Homelessness is getting to be a bigger and bigger problem, and nobody seems to know how to handle it.
I did write a poem about it too back on July 11th, titled: Fuck this life, you might want to check it out.
I read yours and love your writing. We could not solve this big social problem, but we could help one a time or simply buy them a meal. I am thinking to bring a warm breakfast for him, it won't help much but, at least he does get something to each in the morning.
Really enjoyed this engaging write as it's also something close to my heart and by coincidence I've written a short work about it which I'll post in a couple of days.
mam, what I do is (not on a regular basis) to either buy a MacDonalds breakfast or just give a guy 5 or 10 bucks. If I give the money, I know that most of the time it will go for alcohol, but hey, I just want to make em happy.
What ever, alcohol or food, as long as it could bring them the short moment of happiness, it will be fine.
@ Michael, I can't wait to read yours.
Just posted it
Very good write, there seem to be so many people in this place and those who can help just do not care.
Your poem tells a vivid story and I could see the person of whom you were writing. When we go into town we see the same, often (but not always) seeking to sell "The Big Issue" magazine to stay alive. Your vivid poem has brought all these images back to me. Who will help them, but us! Thank you for a very inspiring poem.
Thank you for stopping by and read the piece.
Timely and thought provoking well done
Thank you.
Such sorrow that also hides a horror! Very impactful and thought provoking!
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