To the Boy on the Street

To the Boy on the Street

A Poem by Luna Evangeline

He's just a person who finds happiness in nothing but hope

and escapes the clutches of poverty with nightly dreams.

 

He's just a fighter who is content to wait at the intersection

for a spare bit of change that he knows will never come.

 

He's just a child, stubby fingers caked in grime

brushing the heels of fat, well-fed figures passing on the street.

 

He's just a boy who's fallen through the cracks

beaten flat by the stampeding feet of oblivious cows.

 

He's practically a baby with no roof over his head

and no nightlight except for the city neons.

 

He is innocence, helpless and in desperate need

of a miracle or perhaps even an explanation.

 

He is exhausted; his tiny shoulders crumple beneath the world's weight

and he closes his eyes forever, hoping for better luck in Heaven.


© 2013 Luna Evangeline



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Luna Evangeline
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You have that gift of painting vivid scenes through your words. While this piece broke my heart, i can say that this is beautifully penned. Very touching piece.

Posted 4 Years Ago


A very moving poem. I remember reading 'The Little Match Girl' as a child and being struck by the ending. Your poem is equally striking and moving. The (almost) beauty with which you describe death makes the reality even more hard-hitting and poignant.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Woah, depressing, well written, and very emotional. You've got quite a gift there....

Posted 4 Years Ago


I understand the poem. When we learn. Every person is different. We will understand our world. I lost two brothers to suicide in 1987 and 1988. They didn't have the strength to face the world. Hid behind drugs and violence. We need to slow down our world. Maybe a few kind words can make someone know hope and chance. No weakness in the poem. You open a door to a long and sad discussion. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

4 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote.
I think that your poem does a good job of bringing the plight of poverty to the forefront. When I was in San Fransisco recently I saw mothers clutching babies on two different street corners begging. It was heartbreaking. The busy city was just passing them by. What will become of those children?

Posted 4 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

4 Years Ago

Child Protection Service is a flop. Their social workers are laden down with 50+ cases each. These c.. read more
Very, very sad. But a nice poem.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

4 Years Ago

Thank you.
AdorableDreams

4 Years Ago

Your welcome.
If there is such a thing as 'idealistic' views of poverty, I think this poem is an example of what that would be. There's nothing wrong with your poem, it raises questions about society and how we treat each other. It's just the 'idealistic' nature of some of your subjects plight that I disagree would happen. If you've ever been homeless, you know that many of the people living in the street, haven't even got hope. When they pass out cold and hungry, they don't always find themselves in a better place, in fact, they don't sleep well at all, and many of their dreams are nightmares, that they wake up from sweating and shaking and don't know where they are. In the gutter, always in the gutter. Lastly, this is an idealistic view because, it is a very western sort of description, whereas, the same scenario would play out completely different, say in the streets of Mumbai, or somewhere in the Congo. I think you could easily put more thought into this piece and build a more universally understood example and strengthen even further your overall message, that there are people out there all over that could use a hand, and to not be so selfish when we encounter them. This is my favorite line in your poem, "He's just a child, stubby fingers caked in grime
brushing the heels of fat, well-fed figures passing on the street." because it is the only part that to me rings true.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Astro

4 Years Ago

Not so, for you have given him a place in history and eternity.
Luna Evangeline

4 Years Ago

I wish every homeless child had that opportunity.
Astro

4 Years Ago

I wish, wordsmiths like you could inspire the world to lift them from the streets and give them shel.. read more
This poor boy Doesn't have a chance does he? Despite that innocence and hope, he will grow up to be a defeated soul... Just my thought in the moment after a drive past the worn down broken ones that live on the streets of LA, those who I passed today... Just glad I didn't see any children. Sad thoughts, in this poem...

Posted 4 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

4 Years Ago

Thanks Horizon.
We live in a country where the prevailing mood of a great many people is if you're poor it's your fault. Sometimes that's true but often times it isn't. Being born into poverty is a hard circumstance to overcome. Even in the land of milk and honey.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

4 Years Ago

Painful but true. Thanks Ricochet.
I like this a lot. You really painted a picture with your words here, and that is the type of poetry that I like to read. I don't necessarily always love the "pretty" and "hopeful", sometimes we need to write the real, you know? Be honest and if what is real at the time is somber or dirty, or whatever, then so be it.

The imagery really pushes this one to the top.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

4 Years Ago

Thank you Sarah.

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