Homeless and Refugee Poems

Homeless by Hanne

Lost,

Alone in the world

No one to talk to

No home, but a box

No warmth, just cold

No fancy clothes

Rags

No nice warm dinners in winter

Not even a warm bed

No family, no friends

I am just alone in the world

No one cares!

Homeless Poem by Perry

sitting on the street

with no money whatsoever

tired, no money

shelterless

searching for food

trying to find a way to get more money

coming to the soup kitchen

with not much sleep

making different homes

on the ground

sleeping on the ground

depressed

Homeless by Charlie

Homeless, homeless

I am homeless

Homeless, homeless

Not being blessed

Homeless, homeless

I have no chance.

Homeless, homeless

Why bother to dance.

Homeless, homeless

It could be my day.

Homeless, homeless

But the sky is still grey.

Homeless, homeless

The city is wonderful.

Homeless, homeless

But I’m just horrible.

Homeless, homeless

Why bother try.

Homeless, homeless

I’m just gonna die

Homeless, homeless

I am homeless

Homeless, homeless

Not being blessed

Homeless by Lucas

Homeless

homeless

I wish I wasn't homeless

I sleep in a box

my best friend is rook

not a penny

freezing to death

no family, I'm left out

hungry for food

bored with nothing

jobless

no one listens to me

begging on the street for something

hurt

Refugee by Meg  

I am not like you

you are lucky

I ran for life

I ran from war

I ran to food and water

I ran to education

from my country to another

I  walked for miles

you are lucky

I am not like you

I am a refugee!

Homeless by Liv

Thirsty,

desperate search for water,

Hungry,

never ending search for a bite,

Parched,

my search for a sip continues,

Famished,

please just a nibble,

Friendless,

endless searches for survival resources,

Chattering teeth,

I’m lying beneath half-a-layer of ripped leaves

Trying to sleep,

but only yesterday,

I had a breadcrumb

but I’m still unemployed,

and I’m a disadvantaged beggar,

neglected, abandoned,

lack of fun,

dull and bland,

could someone lend a helping hand?

All I have, is dirty and hopeless rags,

and the smallest of all of the bags,

all I’ll ever be is unoticed.