PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Help The Homeless


Walking down the sidewalk and all I can see

Is the sad old man looking at me. 

He begs and pleads

Sitting on his knees.

My heart breaks

My whole body starts to ache.

This man lives in the street,

Usually can't even find something to eat.

His long dirty hair,

The everyday same clothes to wear.

Laying on the cold floor, 

People walk by and ignore.

I quickly handed him some money,

The man suddenly became happy.

One nice gesture made his day,

I wish I could make it everyday. 

It definitely isn't fair. 

I CARE.

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

PrincessCherriLove

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.