homelessness (Remove filter)
Off-Key But Still in Tune
Prologue
They met in ways that broke them first,
Each life a thud, a hunger, thirst.
Not born to lead, nor raised to shine,
But time had worn them past their line.
What castaways might find anew—
You'll see, if you read all way through.
The Mule (Once a Builder)
He once laid brick with steady pride,
Now drags his boots from site to site.
His back's a map of breaks and bends,
He buri...
Tuesday 5th August 2025 10:50 am
Recent Comments
Auracle on Another poet in the family
31 minutes ago
Alexia_Supreme on Affray Day
5 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Perseverance
8 hours ago
Blue on The World Around Me
8 hours ago
David RL Moore on Another poet in the family
9 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Endless Clasp of Auryn
10 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Endless Clasp of Auryn
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on ASPIRATIONS
10 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on If The Self Rules
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Impatiens Glandulifiera Part II
10 hours ago