Best Street Life Poems

Poet: Ken Jordan
Story: Street Life
written: July/2014


    Child, I have seen many nights
turn to dawn, out in the streets.
I was you once,  left home thinking that 
I could take care of myself at eighteen.
      
     My parents told me what to
expect from my...

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I was runaway at 16
the streets was my 
new home.
My knight and shining
armour turned out to 
be a fake.
He made me think I 
was beautiful and loved.
He was all I had so l
did everything he asked
of me.
Next thing you know I 
was degrading my body...

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Mug of Joe
Tarp hung low
Living under an over pass
Is better than dancing in jail
Day old butts
And dumpster meals
A cart with just three wheels
Got a place staked out
On the corner of Main
Cardboard on my chest
Says, “Bless you anything will help”
I dyed my haired in a Exxon
And...

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Click click boom and your brothers gone

Sittin at his funeral knowin he aint’ do nuthin wrong

Was just at the wrong place at the wrong time aint know where to start

Messed around, got 3 bullets to his heart

Grandma on a breathing machine

Take all her breath just...

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I am born to hassle
Grown to live with hustlers
I am born in the street and raised in the waves of nowhere
I am the daughter of the cage
Under the bridge is where I lay my head
I am the seed of poverty
Hunger is what drives me wild
I...

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twinkle twinkle little star she had a dream that went too far.all she wanted ws to be loved,all 
she wanted was to be wanted.all she wanted was to be acknowledged.
from a child to a woman overnight express.what harm came her way with a simple hello.at...

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Magnolia walls
that lay like beaches
around this island bed,
neon pollen throwing crosses
from windows pane
as Friday nights vocalist
vomited lyrics into hedgerow mike.

Macadam stretched between penguin houses,
black ice with diamond eyes shone
as she stood in spotlights glare
of the last bus,
never knew her name only her stare,
sweeping the damp...

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A corner lamp post is home
a fiery steel drum keeps 'em warm
eyes that never say goodnight
cigarettes that hold 'em tight

up the nose in the arm down the hatch
drugs and alcohol just dont match
everyones looking to be free
feel'n cool such a fool

in there eyes the silence...

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A box made of cardboard with nothing inside
Came from a shop where white-goods are supplied 
The high street still busy but less than before
When I used to manage the furniture store

The shoppers are rushing to spend lots of cash
They're choosing gifts hoping their choices aren’t...

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Every night I walk these streets
Where the neon lights shine so bright
People rushing all around me
Barely stopping to say goodnight
Homeless ones are lying on the street
Dreaming of a life that they may never meet
Fighting for a meal, day by day
Trying to keep the sorrows far...

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Street life is like
Wild life; law is needed to 
Neutralize troubles....

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STREET LIFE        


DAY IN DAY OUT LIVE OR DIE 
THATS [STREET LIFE].
MANY OF MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS 
LIVE BY THE CODE THE STREET CODE 
THE STREET LIFE CODE
.ITS THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE OUT HERE
 FOR MY AKHIS...

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The morning was cool, just a little nip in the air,
then I saw her in the alley. with a hungry stare.

Digging in a dumpster, she was looking for food,
I could not imagine, I didn't have a clue.

She is someones mother, " I thought to myself."...

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A girl named Mouse

There once was a girl named mouse,
She ran away from her parents house.

No place to call home
It is on the streets she will roam, 

Found shelter at the park,
On new adventures she will embark.

She thumbed a ride to the local mall,
Grabbed some...

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HOMELESS POETRY

These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless.



Epitaph for a Homeless Child
by Michael R. Burch
		
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.



Homeless Us
by Michael R. Burch

The coldest night I ever knew
the...

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