The Homeless Poem by Dan Jordan
The Homeless
They linger wearily and lifelessly
About the barren and bleak
Back streets of the city's
poorest regions, for
they are the slums and bums
Of the diverse city of London.
They drag there stolen shopping
Trolleys along the decrepit pathways
Of London, with all of their belongings;
As if they are spirits being waken from the dead.
Their energy and hope are ripped from
Them as they linger about the solemn and
Barren back streets of London's
Poorest regions.
They are desperate for our help and our
Higher status which we show-off before them;
With our noses raised and our eyes filled with hatred
And evil, as we look down to them as they
Silently weep a sound of vengeance before
Us.
Some people like myself feel a slight sense
Of pity for them, as they have to endure
The coldest and harshest of winters,
And the scorching heat of the
Everlasting summers. All
They have for protection against these
Harshest of weather conditions is a
Decrepit and old cardboard box,
Or a tatty rag of a blanket.
All I am saying here is we ought show a bit
Of respect towards our fellow bums
And slums of London's poorest of
Regions.
This poem has nice flow to it and sends a great message. I've always felt that if a person cannot have compassion for fellow humans (or at least respect) that person will end up miserable. It is encouraging to see that some young people still think about such things.
Very well written, it reminds me of Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities. CP
i should say....you are a great writer sir! ! ! ....such descent way of writing! ! ! Nia
I must say I just Love the way you describe you can Draw a whole painting with all the details in an Amazing way Well Done
I feel sad and pity those people you wrote about. They could live free but with not much wealth to buy food or cloths. The way you wrote this could change some peoples' perspective on the homeless. I respect you and I love this poem! Nicely written, visualized and a smooth flow lingering around. Keep it up!
i know many a homeless person that chooses to live as an outcast of society because living as a 'member of society' is more degrading to them and they feel more free if they are not held down by a permanent home or steady income, strange thought and a notion foreign to me but there is something that i deeply respect about that choice
Very nicely written KRISTA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A very good write, Dan, and a show of compassion. Also, thanks for your comment on my poems. Ron