Homeless Man (poem) by Linda M Hill on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 11, 2013

Another i can relate to..i;ve had concerns for the homeless for many years..I wrote an essay called The Vagrant..when i was 18 & still at school..then in 2011 i wrote The Unseen..a poem..about the same subject..I even befriended someone who i met..about 3 days after writing the poem..he was sleeping in shop doorways..I helped him as much as i could..until he moved on to somewhere else.

Reviewed by Philip Birmingham

Reviewed on April 4, 2013

Very poignant and thought provoking. I, too, have much empathy for people in this situation. Thank you for your comments on my website.

Reviewed by Asa Seeley

Reviewed on March 27, 2013

within the walls of every abandoned house there is a story and in some...there are more than one. made me think...thanks

asa

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on March 26, 2013

The way this poem was written
Leads the reader to feel the pain & hunger
many are experiencing in this country today.
In a matter of seconds things can change. . . . .

Excellent poem - enjoyed reading.

db

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on March 20, 2013

Your poem brought my tears Linda.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on March 20, 2013

You have gleaned a moving insight in this ekphrastic poem, Linda. I share the sentiment you've captured. well done ... richard

Reviewed by Michael Jones

Reviewed on March 19, 2013

Linda, feed a lot of veteran's and homeless on or near the 4th of July. They are always in need many are homeless. So this poem very good and touches home. We are obligated by the Lord to take care of the poor and homeless. Peace!!!

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on March 19, 2013

a sad dilema felt by far too many
budd

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on March 18, 2013

Sadly All Who Read It Linda It

Only Is It Them Whence They Suffer Consequences

Become 1 Millions Of Homeless Who Live In Your There

Own Back Yards Streets,i.e. Simply They Believe

They Are All Infallible...

Until Then They Could Care Less..

Your Friend, TRASK...

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on March 18, 2013

i see him, Linda, see him in your poignant
writing and in my heart
and in this very wealthy state i live in
with hundreds of billions in the black (not the red)
and a booming economy i see him on my way to the shops

Bless you for this poem

john

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 18, 2013

There's a story in that old face. If we took the time to learn what the story is, we might be able to help him get out from under the situation he's in and into warmth and shelter instead of cold and starvation.

Ron

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on March 18, 2013

A truly sad commentary on the wealthiest country in the world.
Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 18, 2013

How sadly true for far too many today in this sad nation of ours.

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

Stark real poetry Linda. This should not be. Not is a country that waste trillions of dollars on programs that don't touch folks like these. What have we become? What can we do? If we can't solve things at home there is really no excuse.

Peace, love and blessings to you,

John Michael