Posts tagged ‘homeless’

CLVII

  Nothing left to hold on to Packed my backpack Maybe find something new NORTH SOUTH EAST WEST Does it matter which way? I roam the…

CCLXVIII

  lifetime watching gold coins disappear into the deep well   Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC 2020   If my poetry helped, entertained, or moved you,…

CCLXXIII

  flat tire push bike look around no help found huffing puffing drop bicycle everything now possible will not go home these old bones now walk alone…

CCLXXVI

  standing in light rain belly growling  stopped front of restaurant window fantasize eating gourmet pizza drinking craft beer       Copyright© Edge of Humanity…

CCLXXXI

  sitting on sidewalk not saying a word rattling coins in my cup       Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC 2019   If my poetry…

CCCXXVII

  worn torn flip flops head high commanding attention the middle aged lady pushed her cart unhurriedly across the intersection   Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC…

CCCXCIII

Sitting at bus stop Broke Cold Hungry Out of luck Smoking cheap cigar Always told would go far Long ago Stopped Reaching for stars   Copyright©…

CDXXX

  swiftly walking past man soaking wet lying on sidewalk pedestrians holding  umbrellas shield themselves from light rain     Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC 2019…

CDLXVIII

slowly pushing cart dead-end alleyway maybe mid-twenties hair completely grey frozen face her eyes look faraway   Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC 2019   Who is…

DIII

under the wood steps protected from sun old man sleeps not bothered by tourists walking up and down to and from the beach KINDLE Ebook |…

DVII

holding beer can in paper sack he sat on the dirty sidewalk enshrined by the shadow against the building   Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC 2019…

DXXV

Young girl Sitting on dirty blanket Tiny fingers Reaching into packet Scarfs down Leftover French fries Mother Collected While Begging on the street  * Find More…

DCXXIII

Monday morning Missing his front teeth He stood on busy street corner Laughing at everyone going to work  * Find More Poetry HERE   BACK TO  HOME…

DCLXV

Frail woman Worn dirty clothes Chewing nails Resting on cement bench Looking Far away Maybe for a better place  * Find More Poetry HERE   BACK TO …

DCCXXI

Digging deep into the sidewalk trash can, the shabby dressed man found a copy of The Wall Street Journal. Stepping onto the city bus, he sat…

DCCXXX

A man carries his sack on his back Holding his thumb up Hoping to catch a ride To anywhere.    * Find More Poetry HERE   BACK…

DCCXLIX

every day same six blocks pushing her stuffed shopping cart everything inside is all she’s got cement bench only sleeping spot luxury automobiles pass by drivers…

Haiku #189

Step inside my boots They are wet cold will feel loose Now beg for some coins   Back to HOME PAGE   Copyright© Edge of Humanity…