AuthorsDen.com   Join (Free!) | Login  

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!

SIGNED BOOKS    AUTHORS    eBOOKS new!     BOOKS    STORIES    ARTICLES    POETRY    BLOGS    NEWS    EVENTS    VIDEOS    GOLD    SUCCESS    TESTIMONIALS

Featured Authors:  Peter Egan, iStacey Chillemi, iAaron Cole, iPeter Jessop, iEdward Patterson, iShoma Mittra, iGisele Vincent-Page, i

  Home > Internet > Poetry
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Linda M Hill

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Sponsor Me!
· Articles
· Poetry
· Blog
· 610 Titles
· 9,387 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
·
Member Since: Jun, 2002

Linda M Hill, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.




Featured Book
The Path, vol. 2 number 1
by Mary Nickum

short stories, essays, poetry, book reviews..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members


Featured Book
Chesapeake Country
by Eugene Meyer

Handsomely photographed and authoritatively written, Chesapeake Country takes the reader through the varied wildlife, the towns forgotten by time, and the spectacular vis..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members



Popular Poetry (Internet)
  1.  Information Nation
  2.  Tail Chasing





Cry Of The Homeless
by Linda M Hill

Thursday, October 30, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
Share   Print  Save   Become a Fan

Recent poems by Linda M Hill
•  God Bless The Ones
•  I'm Going Home With Jesus
•  Let Me Introduce You...
•  So You Say You Are An Atheist
•  Bullying
           >> View all 609


 

The wind blows a tin can

Slowly across the way

Wrapping the dirty blanket around her

Aching to chase the cold away

 

She hides from the stares

Trying hard not to care

But tracing the wrinkles and grime

There flows a silent tear

 

*******************************

 

She fights a wayward cat

For a morsel of food she found

Her only feast for the day

Eaten from a hard, cold ground

 

Every hour that passes by

Seems like one long, hard day

She sits alone, cold and hungry

Wondering how she got this way

 

*******************************

 

Somewhere tangled up in time

She lost her family, her home

Desolate she roams the streets

All she cared about is gone

 

Nothing but the icy coldness

And the clothes on her back

Just a few meager belongings

Stuffed inside a paper sack

 

*****************************

The wind blows a tin can

Slowly across the way

Wrapping the dirty blanket around her

Aching to chase the cold away

 

(C) Linda Hill 2008

Repost

Want to review or comment on this poem?
Click here to login!


Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!


Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 12/11/2008
Dear Linda,

This is a phenomenal poem - absolutely stunning work!


Hugs and love,

Lance
Reviewed by Shedding Light 11/1/2008
This is real poetry here!!!!

Harold M. Nash
Reviewed by Liana Margiva 10/31/2008
Very sad and very nice!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Debashish Haar 10/30/2008
It is a sad and touching poem. The picture speaks a thousand words (as they say), and it is a common scenario in India.
Reviewed by Michael Jones 10/30/2008
At least twice a year Linda a few of us go down and feed at least 300 hundred or more veterans and other homeless people in the park. When bring grills and grill polish sausages & hot dogs, serve cold slaw, potato chips, some fruit. Give out books, clothes and shoes. And we give them the Word of God, the Gospel of Jesus Christ and most love it. This effort was started by me and now I have support of 2 churches and the Detroit Writers Guild! Thank God and you for reminding us again of the homeless plight all over the world1 Peace.
Reviewed by Rose Rideout 10/30/2008
Heart breaking Linda, it kills me to see this but we know there are so many out there living off the streets and then you hear those spoiled children threatening to move out because they don't get their own way, if they only knew what it was like to truly have NOTHING. Thank you for sharing Linda.

Newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Felix Perry 10/30/2008
Tears at the heart strings as if it was someone you loved sitting there in the rags and the filth. Very well done Linda and also sad but true.
Fee
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 10/30/2008
Haunting: how many of us with food in our bellies and a roof overhead truly understand? We are one pink slip; one sudden illness or accident; one poor choice of joining those on the mean streets: sobering write, very well penned.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat 10/30/2008
Linda,

This is a very powerful write, describing the plight of the homeless. It could happen to any of us. This makes you look at these pour souls in a different light.

Mary
Reviewed by Gene Williamson 10/30/2008
To answer Ted's question, the enemy is us, I think. -gene.
Reviewed by Peter Engelman 10/30/2008
Isn't it a shame that a country as rich and powerful as the United State s of America can't take care of a single homeless person? We are so desensitized to the needs of others, that we forsake the basic tenants of our Judaeo-Christian faiths where we have the obligation to feed and clothe the hungry before doing so for ourselves. Your beautifully written poem brings this important issue to the forefront. If only people would pay attention and do something!
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines 10/30/2008
You notice how the lady sits with her possessions snugged up against her? She has lost everything else and these few things are too easily lost on those hungry mean streets. No family or friends? What happened? You could know if you sit down with her, if she will talk. She may be one of the many who were kicked out of special-care or private mental facilities a few years ago when government subsidies were stopped. Not far away, covered by a layer of newspapers on a park bench is a grizzled old man who looks nothing like the Marine who returned from Vietnam to be cursed and spat upon by a peacenik public; he dropped out, became homeless, voluntarily (truly a man without a country). He still has his jungle nightmares, and his anger, for company. Here in Bowie County, Texas, we boast more than 700 churches full of happy congregations; people who turn their eyes away from the homeless in Texarkana. Who is the enemy?

Thank you for sharing this, Linda :-)

Ted
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 10/30/2008
Heartbreaking write, we must do all we can to help those who are truly in need!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Even though I am poor myself, this is when I say, "There for the grace of God go I"; I am a lot better off than these poor unfortunate souls!
Reviewed by Stan Grimes 10/30/2008
Beautifully done, Linda. Thanks for sharing those feelings.
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 10/30/2008
Truly heartfelt, and truly far too many of these cold and hungry homeless souls in our nation today - and many of them include valiant veterans who gave their nation their all - and they now have nothing at all.
Reviewed by Bonnie May 10/30/2008
You made me feel sorry for a can, now that is writing talent my girl. Well done and well penned. Love, Bonnie



Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us


Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.