For all those without a home and being loved this Easter, never pass by without a word.




homeless man

I think I'll lie down
its cold and hard
but I must lie down

my head spins
above in the sky
the stars hold my memories
mars is low
the plough high
I feel I am amongst them

I taught my son
to love the
excited wonderment
fast chasing clouds
out on the mountain
of his growth

alone now
unbeknown
unbeloved
overwhelmed by
life and space
but yes
o yes
the beauty of this place

next morn
the paper said
homeless man
found lying
amongst the bins
the garbage
naked
as if ready to die
at peace
on a night
as brutal cold
as this





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-04-21 at 15:13

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Bob
this is very good!!!
2014-04-25


Nabeela Altaf
Very well written with a pragmatic assent.
2014-04-22


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Stark, poignant and realistic... those are the impressions that come to me from the words. Very well-written.
2014-04-22



They line I-95 in the USA heading towards Florida seeking a bit of warmth. Men who had families and jobs and homes not so long ago. Silicon Valley, one of the richest places in the USA, where Ferraris and Mercedes Benz cover the roads, just turn your face and see the men and women standing by, homeless. They also had jobs and homes once not so long ago.
The Walking Wounded of the USA. Let us never forget them!
Thanks for this poem.
2014-04-22


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for taking from your time to write about this!Thank you for sharing!
2014-04-21


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
we so often forget in our complacency the lives and misfortunes of others, deep reflective poetry that all of us look at the stars

Elle x
2014-04-21