Poetry just venting in a good way

Hungar


Should I open my eyes today?
Wondering
Pinching myself
I’m alive
Another day of hunger
Searching
The pain
Will this be it?
Cursed as I open my eyes
I live another day
Hear my cries oh lord
Lift the poor


The wicked
The lovers of money
Wealth
Let them drink from the cup
They poured


Let the poor have there place oh lord
Lift them in your embrace
Give them strength
Father God
I praise you in my pain and hunger
This is temporary
Your love eternal


I find writing poetry helps its my way of venting

Soup Kitchen





Out of the cold
This place of refuge
Friendship
Warmth reigns
Food for the empty
Prayers answered
Outbursts of frustrations
Calmed
Her love large
Gives strength
Hope
And will to carry on
The Cook
Food from heaven
Many
Help
Love
Patience
Guidance
This place of refuge

Nice!!

Thanks for posting your writing, I like how the first poem "Hungar" really gives an insight into the troubles and horrible effects of homelessness on a person, whereas the last poem "Soup Kitchen" shows how just the small things like an inviting room and bowl of soup can really brighten up your day. When I was on the streets another homeless person once said to me that he kept coming back to the particular soup kitchen we were in not for the food or people, but because since he had been homeless this soup kitchen was the only place he could actually go to and sit down and have a meal that he could afford. He had a place after awhile, but still went and ate out at the kitchen as it had been rare positive point of his homelessness. And I also love writing poems, however I write raps, but it's no different. The creation of a flowing, descriptive and emotive piece of writing as the product of ones experiences in the form they want it to be shown, is a powerful thing. Word.

hello homelesssomtimes,

just like to mention love your poetry - really touched me - and you can feel that it comes from life experience and your heart.

Hope u share some more with us.

Hi sk8r

I cant write that great I'm not that good with punctuation and stuff . I guess
thats why I like poetry, so many people don't get it what being homeless is or who the homeless are because they don't see what the homeless see ,and feel the things they feel. I use to go to a soup kitchen and that place to me was like a home. The people there cared about one another and looked out for each other, and I guess thats why I write poetry so the blinders that people wear can be taken off, and for a few seconds they can feel my words
I think its great you rap rap is poetry and so is lyrics same thing I believe

Grunt


I am the blood
I am the tears
I am freedom
Freely I give
Without return
The Government
My brothers
My sisters
Deprived
Basic human dignity
In a system of cruelty
Family torn
System failure
Welfare
Crime
Full circle

This Poem I wrote after I broke up with a woman I once new ........
FLAME

Its funny isn't it that someone with the same feelings
Arrives at the same place
The tall true flame
I think Ill take the flicker a small spark perhaps
Sometimes that tall flame that blaze of glory
Is well just bullshit
I could be wrong
What the hell do I know
I go after love and when it burns its great
For me it always ends
I end up in the same place no matter what way it goes
Looking for love finding it
Puff its gone
Maybe its some kind of cosmic joke
Maybe im meant to be alone
Romance is for some just not for me
My friends say well it wasn't your fault
Does it mater
When you love someone
and then its gone what's left
Ill tell ya what
A huge freak in void that's what
Emptiness and freak in pain
Pain so bad you feel like your chest will explode
I think though death is to easy
Another round of love perhaps
Just like a moth to a flame
Dam I think im just as stupid to

I was wondering sk8r if you could let me see on of your raps or anyone else for that matter ......

This is an accoustic guitar song I wrote a couple of years ago on the streets...

She sits in a gutter,
Head in her hands,
Crying to herself she doesn't understand.
Why does her family have to be this way?
Why is it her that gets beaten every day?
What is she doing,
At night in the cold?
Alone in the city she's fifteen years old.
She walks to a corner,
Lies down out of sight,
And there's another kid sleeping on the streets tonight.

She's cold and hungry,
Sick of this life,
She doesn't want to sleep
On the streets tonight...

They're all
Sitting on the sidewalks,
Sleepin' in the parks,
The Invisible People everybody walks past.
Ignored by society,
Nobody cares,
They think it's your fault, that you've chosen to be there.
If only they knew,
How desperate you are,
To hear just one person say they care about your life.
But they don't even look at you,
They walk on by,
You're not their problem.
It's not their life.

He sits on a blanket,
Smokin' in his squat,
Thinkin' about the life that he's lost.
He didn't think that drugs would take over his life.
He didn't think that paint or pot could make living such a fight.
He didn't think his parents would kick him out of home,
He'd give anything to go back,
He feels so alone.
But tonight as he tries to forget all his mistakes,
He's addicted to smokin' pot
And sniffing paint.

He's cold and hungry,
Sick of this life,
He doesn't want to sleep
On the streets tonight...

They're all
Sitting on the sidewalks,
Sleepin' in the parks,
The Invisible People everybody walks past.
Ignored by society,
Nobody cares,
They think it's your fault, that you've chosen to be there.
If only they knew,
How desperate you are,
To hear just one person say they care about your life.
But they don't even look at you,
They walk on by,
You're not their problem.
It's not their life.

SHARING IS CARING!!!!

Your real good when people experience heart wrenching things, and put it down on paper other people get a better understanding ,so maybe next time someone decides to walk by a homeless person instead....... they might get a smile a hug or a coffee it doesn't take much!!!!

Your WORDS change hearts sk8r

World War Crimes


Theres a war on the streets
People trying to survive
The cops arrive

Were not the ones that abuse
were not the ones that use
we look for love and get the above

Ordered by the Government
To be taken away
All we want is a home
And a place to stay

Were not the ones that abuse
were not the ones that use
we look for love and get the above

A man infront of a tank
Surely fredom will rain
Run over
Is the Government insain

Were not the ones that abuse
were not the ones that use
we look for love and get the above


I see with my eyes
I believe with my heart
In a world of justice
Freedom
Equality



http://www.cbc.ca/news/background/municipalities/squatters.html

Second strike -rant



I remember a time when I was younger and felt more human.Ill get back to that. Ive done all kinds of jobs grunt stuff most of the time Armed Forces, wharehouse ,forklift chef work,kitchen help,mechanics,and the list goes, on no licences for those but I also have my D licence no z .All that said Ive lived pay cheque to pay cheque most of my life I was married when I was 25 and I have a son who has learning disabilities theres alot left out but this is the short version .My son was put in a program to help him with the disabilities that he has and it was in a different city. I wanted to show him that I was there for him and that I loved him at this time I was divorced still good friends with his mom but we broke up when he was young all that said I had a few hundred bucks and I took of from city one to city 2 Ill call that stike one. I was on the streets for three months with no place to live but Im a survivor I adapted and learned quick I made friends the second day I was there and the older guys showed me around it was winter at the time and wasnt easy. There was a church that opened at 7am and they served coffee and donuts and later on at 12 lunch ,because of the friends I hung with I was able to get the food I needed and hang on to the money. I had 2 hundred bucks hoping to nail an apartment and a job Theres a different kinda currency on the streets bus tickets and cigarettes and if your smart you use both and take small steps, and you never expose either.The next place I went to was a hostel
I told them I didn't have any money, you learn to lie on the streets or get no where fast. I stayed away from booze and drugs never used and never will. I seen it up close and Ive seen the lives its destroyed.Some of the friends I hung with used crack mostly and some booze and others were in similar situations like mine just trying to get a job and a place but all of them were my friends even users are human and they all have a story and some of those stories are heart breaking and to me that was the hardest part of being on the streets cause you make friends and you care and you realize nothing is black and white anymore.Its so much easier when your on the outside looking in then the other way around. I'm going to tell u about a night at the hostel Ill never forget, but first I'm going to tell u about the rules theres two sets of rules you could smoke in the front part of the building it was ventilated and after hours you can smoke in the washroom if you saw someone smoking crack or weed or was around anyone doing this it was an automatic hit the streets (if you didn't tell the staff what you saw)
The rules of the streets are simple you look the other way and your response if asked is I didn't see nothing if you RAT your alienated and if you want to survive you need your friends.I was in my bed still awake just thinking about stuff and two beds down was a guy (no names)he was trying to get his life together he was booked to go in to a rehab for booze in another three days and he was back sliding he smuggled a bottle in and was drinking it in his bed he was smashed one of the night staff came in with a flashlight, and I closed my eyes the staff yelled get your stuff, and get out or Ill call the cops. Then he looked over at me and said did you see this and I said no I was asleep. So what did he do he kicked the guy out in the winter he knew he was drunk and he still kicked him out he fell down a few blocks down, and fell asleep.The cops picked him up and took him to the hospital and he spent the next week there and missed his opportunity to go to rehab with every experience like that one you feel a little less human every day If your a street person you know why I'm saying that
So anyways keeping it short I found a job and a place to stay and I was able to see my son
and when he was old enough and ready he went back to city one . I quit my job and followed
shortly after still wanting to be there for him. I had money this time and got an apartment as soon as I got there a job three days after . So what happened now you might ask well I'm older now and my body isn't as good as it was when I was younger I injured myself at work and my boss fired me when I applied for wsib I would of done light duties it wasn't like I was going on it for any great length of time just a few days. So now Im looking at eviction Its like 6 weeks to wait for unemployment and I asked welfare but they said that if I apply for that when I get my unemployment they will take it all back so then my landlord will have to wait another three weeks So the last couple of days Ive been looking for a shelter ....so I guess this is strike 2... and people wonder why I hate workers well I dont hate workers. I hate who they work for, now do you know why I feel a little less human

Well I managed to keep my place paid my rent and Im looking for work .I can't help being scared ! I'm older now and my body isn't what it use to be ,and since I live one pay cheque to the next ,and know what its like to be homeless its always in the back of my mind. (Is today the day I hit the streets)I know that I'm not alone I take comfort in that.I saw something I want to talk about its the homeless in Vancouver, out of all the cities in Canada and the USA Vancouver without a dought is the worst, people line the streets at night sleeping on the cold concrete, there estimates are 15 thousand homeless and by 2010 it could reach a staggering 30 thousand. The only reason the government has taken notice or should I say gives a shit is because the Olympics are going to be held in Vancouver in 2010 So what is there solution for this (BIG SURPRISE) affordable housing since most people don't make enough to pay there rents, do to condos and other rich people places taking over. The way I see it there's going to be the rich the poor and the homeless.I see the Olympics in 2010 as a good thing the world on that day will see the homeless.Right now the police are giving the homeless tickets, and telling them they would be better off in another city .Plus there's talk about huge buildings for the homeless in Vancouver. I like to call them PLANTATIONS these buildings will house the homeless and keep them out of public view, these places are for temporary accommodations the homeless will be able to keep there place as long as they work for minimum wage and supply the rich folk with slave labor they will never own, or be able to rent there own place but on the up side the government will have a low unemployment rate and the small business owners will have there slaves plus once these buildings go up if the homeless are on the streets past a certain time they will be fined or put in jail. I never thought in a million years that being poor would be against the law .

SLAVERY


I work all day to pay my rent
feeling warn out and physically spent
Today the world spins faster
What's the difference if I was owned by a master ?
I would be his investment fed and clothed
Not living on the streets and truly loathed
My life is one big glitch
Slave Free Man
whats the difference whats the switch
I still work for the man I still work for the rich

The homeless today are truly concealed
Only in soup kitchens and churches revealed
I am a figment
To my Government
A ghost of past and present
embarrassment

I am a soldier a worker a slave
The grunt and the brave
I am only a tool to be used
Cast aside and abused
And so it will be to the grave
Ill live may life as a slave

I have every confidence in you personally. I thank you for sharing your insight and opinion. Some people have what it takes left and an insight into the homeless world to make their way out of it successfully. Everyone is different, some people are just like that.

Poetry is the first word in the topic of this thread... poetry is freedom and joy. It's the greatest release, testament and art available to those who would open themself to others. Guts, balls, spirit, ... you have it.

You know what it is to live in survivor mode (and I appreciate that), but I'm sure you will create a life of your own design real quick... as you do please, once you are on the other side of homelessness, on the other side of your own challenges right now... please make the time to come back to this community and share more of your poetry. Be it straight out poetry or the personal account that you offer.

Your story and poetry spoke to me as a Social Worker who has been shaking the shit out off cages that need rattling for well over a decade.

Welcome to the community and I look forward to hearing more from you personally and more widely in community discussions.

I wrote this poem today, I hope you like it

I wish I had a bed
Where I could lay my head
I wish I had a kitchen
That I could sit and bitch in
I wish I had a shower
So I could smell like a flower
I wish I had a garden
Where I could go and fart in
I wish I had a feed
That's what I really need
Wish I had a home
That I could call my own

hey, i'm no poet, but thought i'd throw this out there anyway. To me, poetry is not about skill, but about expression!


Early morning memories
Of sunrise, blue skies
And dust at my feet

Start another day
of sunshine in my eyes
For just one little moment, darkness is disguised

I push away the urge to stay
The fight begins again
I force myself into the world, of bitter, twisted men

Where politics
Have right of way,
And riches mean a say

And hopes and dreams
and fairytales
Stay locked, in metaphoric jails

As I sit upon the footpath
Careless souls stroll by
They glance in my direction, but never in my eyes

It’s ok, I know its tough
To view me, as someone’s child
Blank stare, daggy clothes, hair a little wild

But if you got to know me
I think that you would find
I just lost myself for a little while, just got left behind

In my sleep I dream that
People didn’t look away
Once upon a time, I was human for a day

One day I’ll see another soul,
Who just like me, is in deep
And my early morning memories, I think I’ll choose to keep

well well earlymorningmoments
your a poet and you don't know it
i think poetry is feelings and only those game enough can express it

Disconnection.
A process by which that which is whole becomes broken.
The leaf falls, the green turns to wither.
The soul disconnected, the light fades to darkness.
The minds illumination being dark, how terrible.

Forgiveness.
A way by which things broken can be made whole.
By which things seperated can be united.
By which things withered can be restored.

Konstantin

uncanny i just posted a comment about disconnection of families,community and humanity
you summed it up so gracefully
you have a beautiful mind
thankyou

Oh my word wow there is alot of talent here... all of these poems/songs, are so wickedly awsome! its sucks that such good writting comes from the pain y'all experience.....

Well I have some good news my prayers were answered I found a job and not just any job a job I enjoy and it pays me 18 an hr and my son now lives with me its like Im living in a dream I go to church and Im happy ....God is real and I thank him everyday for all my experiences and for being there when it was bad and now when its good

Early Morning moments thats nice I enjoyed that and thanks for the Guts, balls, spirit, Dominic it meant allot when I was really looking down on myself and my situation but things have turned around I got my son an apartment lol soon to be a house with time..... I'm getting allot more then that starting wage and I'm hoping that God gives me a way to heal past relationships and gives me a way to help others now that I'm in a position to due so It feels good but its scary too Ive never had this kinda money before I had prime rib with my son last night Let me tell u it tastes allot better then craft dinner lol I'm up lait tonight its church tomorrow know the best part about that and why I cant sleep because I get to say thank you I know I can say that any time but this is the first week I saw the benefits of having a great job I was just hoping for 13hr because with that its livable this is more then what I needed I have my son and a place I call home and thats all I needed this is way more then I ever dreamed possible

I think I might pray for a wife in the future I miss the companionship but It needs to be Gods will and his timing When I do it myself I just mess it up its funny but I'm scared to Ive never knowen Gods presence in my life like I know it now and I'm far from perfect I curse and stuff and I go with the crowd sometimes but I'm trying and I'm sure he knows it

Hi Homelesssometimes,

Thanks so much for your posts on this thread, mentioning the ups and downs life deals you. It's been really good to have this insight, and I identify alot with what you've stated about your homeless experience at this time. I'm very glad to hear that things are starting to work out for you, and that you find so much hope in God (although I'm not christian myself but know the value of it to many is huge). Just a small thing to many, like a job, can have such a huge impact on your life when you've been homeless. My job has changed my life, and played a huge part in me getting off the streets. I was on welfare when I couldn't work, but I would never want to go back to welfare now, a job gives self-worth, hope, physical money, confidence, and socialisation. Good luck with your work, I hope it goes well as it already seems to have made a dramatic improvement to your lifestyle. And please keep posting with your progress, and poems, I'd love to read them.

hi homelessometimes
i'm so glad your life and future are much brighter
i'm sure that special people like your self and sk8rgirl were placed in these trying situations knowing that you would have the strength to overcome and use your experience and knowledge to help those that continue to suffer

i admire your courage, love and hope
with your's and sk8rgirls talent for writing incredible heartfelt poetry it should be made into an album with proceeds going into the hands of the homeless
it would also raise awareness

Thanks tons fudge, you post some pretty good writing too :D

Sk8r girl.

Well sk8r rat thanks and I read your entire post it was heart breaking I kinda figured out what happened and I'm glad your still here but I would really like to know what your doing now

Thanks allot fudge I'm slowly gettin it together I might have a car by the end of this month its an old beater but its better then local transit the insurance is the real killer ....but wow a car lol

you guys are just amazing
a car makes life a lot easier.. i've got an old beater to... i prefer the older cars cos their cheaper to fix and maintain and their bodies are a lot tougher and heavier... you stick to the road
the cost to run your car is the biggest problem... the price of petrol is high and it's rising by the minute
ther is one good thing about that though...they'll have to get rid of those huge svu's...and people will think twice before burning up their petrol will-nilly
cheers

Just thought I'd drop by and say Hi

I have gotten past my homelessness. I have a new life and new challenges I know this sounds funny but having money isn't that easy and ither is learning what to do with it I cant count how many times Ive gone over budget and that is insain since I'm making double the money Ive ever made but then again I went from a room at 450 dollars to a two bedroom at 1040.00 I have a car insurance cable a cell phone internet and a home phone Ive learned to budget and if I don't lol I do over time ...Know what would be kool if they had a government program to help people who have started over with budgets and maybe even the fear after homelessness I guess what I did was take the fear and turn it into drive its always in the back of your head what if I go back so I just used it to get more out of work Ive even got into food drives for the homeless toy drives clothing drives ....Its all about kickin the crap out of homelessness its me fighting back. When I work with charities the people there just think I'm a nice guy I know what the people I'm helping are going threw and for this I feel great full why because Ive been there My advice to anyone homeless is to hold on to hope and never give up

This is an accoustic guitar song I wrote a couple of years ago on the streets...

She sits in a gutter,
Head in her hands,
Crying to herself she doesn't understand.
Why does her family have to be this way?
Why is it her that gets beaten every day?
What is she doing,
At night in the cold?
Alone in the city she's fifteen years old.
She walks to a corner,
Lies down out of sight,
And there's another kid sleeping on the streets tonight.

She's cold and hungry,
Sick of this life,
She doesn't want to sleep
On the streets tonight...

They're all
Sitting on the sidewalks,
Sleepin' in the parks,
The Invisible People everybody walks past.
Ignored by society,
Nobody cares,
They think it's your fault, that you've chosen to be there.
If only they knew,
How desperate you are,
To hear just one person say they care about your life.
But they don't even look at you,
They walk on by,
You're not their problem.
It's not their life.

He sits on a blanket,
Smokin' in his squat,
Thinkin' about the life that he's lost.
He didn't think that drugs would take over his life.
He didn't think that paint or pot could make living such a fight.
He didn't think his parents would kick him out of home,
He'd give anything to go back,
He feels so alone.
But tonight as he tries to forget all his mistakes,
He's addicted to smokin' pot
And sniffing paint.

He's cold and hungry,
Sick of this life,
He doesn't want to sleep
On the streets tonight...

They're all
Sitting on the sidewalks,
Sleepin' in the parks,
The Invisible People everybody walks past.
Ignored by society,
Nobody cares,
They think it's your fault, that you've chosen to be there.
If only they knew,
How desperate you are,
To hear just one person say they care about your life.
But they don't even look at you,
They walk on by,
You're not their problem.
It's not their life.

SHARING IS CARING!!!!

that is amazing that just blew me away,

Hungar


Should I open my eyes today?
Wondering
Pinching myself
I’m alive
Another day of hunger
Searching
The pain
Will this be it?
Cursed as I open my eyes
I live another day
Hear my cries oh lord
Lift the poor


The wicked
The lovers of money
Wealth
Let them drink from the cup
They poured


Let the poor have there place oh lord
Lift them in your embrace
Give them strength
Father God
I praise you in my pain and hunger
This is temporary
Your love eternal


I find writing poetry helps its my way of venting

Soup Kitchen

sounds like a curse to me i've had three tramatic brain injuries in my life its like watching a bad t.v show over and over again and can't remembeer the firsst one but yu know it sucked iknow what cursed feels like my freind al my frothers and sisters out ther you'al take it easy and god bless you now zipcode i hope i get to meeet some of you b-4 long bye zipcode.keep your heads up yu hear ?


i t keeps saying my post is to short i'm abit new at this so if ti dosen't make sense well it sstill says it to short well i don't have any thing else to do bsides type get my practice in i don't know how much it wants but it getting pretty long and i'm running out of theings to wright about its hotter than hell out in wisconsin87 degrees at night
Out of the cold
This place of refuge
Friendship
Warmth reigns
Food for the empty
Prayers answered
Outbursts of frustrations
Calmed
Her love large
Gives strength
Hope
And will to carry on
The Cook
Food from heaven
Many
Help
Love
Patience
Guidance
This place of refuge

i wonder if it starts aat the bottom of the page or what?

Life on the Streets

Hunger and pain
Sun and rain
Through it all
Life is the same
Searching
Endlessly searching
Searching for food
For love
Someone to say your name
Invisible
Always invisible
Except to men
with angry hands
and sickening demands
Hungy
Exceedingly hungry
A tiger
Ripping apart your insides
Telling you you'll die
This is the summary
of life of the streets
Walk, walk, sleep, and eat
Always in that order
Although it is a struggle to continue on
Always the same
Yet still
We sullenly trudge on