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Charles Hice Tresspassing - Poem by Charles Hice Tresspassing Tresspassing the tag was signed bye the police they told me to pack upp and go get moving now in a hurry they gave me two weeks to be gone this seems bizarre a time limit on the street what gives and it does look like a camp the way eye left my old clothing and yes eye have slept there then some now it is gone no way to return unless eye wish to be inside the jail for they might catch me there the end is in the night for all the homeless people they will not fight they must run run off the street and hide this erks me the reason a homeless person needs a shelter but not one run bye the state eye will keep tresspassing anyway hiding in my night listening for footprints with my mind on life some laws must be ignored and broken for a person to live now eye lay me down to sleep outlaw very sorry ewe eye seem to be Tresspassing Topic(s) of this poem: art Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about Tresspassing by Charles Hice Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Charles Hice's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ ~ Péine - Poem by Brandy Avery Is é mo tuar ceatha dubh agus dath. Is dóigh liom i gcónaí lag agus powerless. Tá mé mór-jacked suas praiseach amháin. Nuair a bheidh do ar mo thaobh is féidir liom a chuid eile ar deireadh. Mo chroí briste, anam, agus aigne. Faoiseamh féidir liom a fháil ar deireadh. Dar liom tá mé ag duine fuar. Ba mhaith liom go mbeadh duine éigin ag éisteacht go díreach. Grá agus níos mó nach féidir liom a bhraitheann. Tá súil agam go lá amháin agus beidh mo bhrionglóidí a bheith fíor. Ní féidir liom aon rud a bhraitheann ar chor ar bith. Ach amháin an pian nuair a thagann mé. Titim mé ar mo ghlúine agus pled. Cén fáth go bhfuil cac olc a tharlaíonn i gcónaí dom. Ní mór go mbeadh rud éigin ba mhaith liom a fheiceáil. Glacaim le mo ghrá agus a ghlacadh mé síos. Mbailítear agus a scaoiltear an briste ar an talamh. Tá eagla orm nach mbeidh mé a fháil. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ ~ Péine by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe