Patricia Grantham

Gold Star - 6,582 Points (Moncks Corner, South Carolina)

The Homeless - Poem by Patricia Grantham

Treading the highways and byways seemingly without a care
Walking about the streets alone nobody knows you're there
Pushing a cart so ladened with all of their earthly goods
Sleeping under a bridge at night or camping out in the woods

When you come into their presence all you can do is just stare
They return the look that shows only emptiness is lurking there
If only something you could say but you're caught at a lost for words
Remember God watches over them the same as He does for the birds

Even the homeless have a place to lay down their weary heads
They pile their clothes up so high just to build makeshift beds
Catching water from a leaky faucet just to get a cool drink
Survival is a constant struggle always living life on the brink

They also have a circle of friends and gather together as a group
Sometimes food is plentiful and at times just a cup of soup
They will always be a part of society that's called the human race
Lets not look at the outside but on the inside that is full of grace

Copyright 2013

Topic(s) of this poem: homelessness

Comments about The Homeless by Patricia Grantham

  • Amitava Sur (11/2/2013 1:59:00 AM)

    Absolutely true. A poor may be poor by kind but may be much much above by virtue. Actually it's a shame of the society to have the poor. Either they could not be educated or could be carried along in the main stream. It's a lovely details sympathizing the poor peoplle...May we all have the same feeling for them (Report) Reply

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  • (9/23/2013 6:46:00 AM)

    A very touching and inspiring poem... (Report) Reply

  • Om Chawla (8/28/2013 10:39:00 AM)

    Your poem captures the plight of deprived ones so very vividly: Survival is a constant struggle always living life on the brink, how very true. But the tragic part is that despite so much advancement of Human race, ' They will always be a part of society...' Can't we evolve a social structure which takes care of the unfortunate ones. Moving write, makes one sit up and think. (Report) Reply

  • (8/12/2013 11:17:00 AM)

    A very touching poem Patricia! As you say God watches them too as he does a bird! Lovely poem ! (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (8/12/2013 6:15:00 AM)

    I never see any homeless but i know there are many in this world...sometimes we can change the world with a little help, we never know what we will face in the future, and be a helpful not make us lose anything but retain us a human in soul...wish we can end the world suffering no matter they and where they are Thanks for this good advice, and again a reminder_SOul (Report) Reply

  • (8/8/2013 3:15:00 PM)

    A great poem, there is more and more people been made homeless
    more needs to be done.
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  • (8/7/2013 11:17:00 AM)

    100 million people are homeless worldwide, and we people need to notice that...a brilliant piece to make change. well done ma'am (Report) Reply

  • Louis Rams (7/30/2013 10:00:00 PM)

    they say they are the bottom of the barrel, but if you ask me I find that hard to swallow no one knows the pains that they have gone through, I 'm sure this was not the life that they chose to go thru.
    many could not deal with what life threw their way, so they abandoned it all and tried to run away.
    yet underneath the torn clothes and dirty hands, they are always there to help their fellow man.
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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/30/2013 8:40:00 AM)

    inside that is full of grace
    Poem nicely describes the plight of the homeless. Asks us to look inside. Beautiful. Thank you.
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  • David Wood (7/15/2013 11:28:00 AM)

    This good poem is a fitting tribute to the homeless. Have a read of my Alone on the Streets. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/4/2013 6:44:00 AM)

    The deprived and the marginalized also are our brethren and shouldn't be shunned! By sheer chance while some are born with silver spoons in their mouths, into the lap of comforts and riches, some others, for no fault of theirs happen to land on streets and pavements! So there is no need to feel great about ourselves or look at others with contempt! Your poem reminds us not to forget the ballads of the slums! A compassionate write! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (3/25/2013 10:29:00 AM)

    There are too many homeless out there, and they need all the help they can get. Excellent write Patricia. (Report) Reply

  • (3/24/2013 12:04:00 AM)

    Oh! What a lovely poem! What a keen observation you've made of the Homeless, and what a wonderful poem with rhyme and rhythm to portray their ilk! GREAT! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2016

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