On my Own

On my Own

A Poem by Ice QueenJen
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This is what I thought a homeless person feels,(we should not judge why they have no physical premise) after seeing the belongings of one of the many roaming this planet.

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On My Own

You wanted to know

I live on my own

only to roam, no

place to call home


So I take to walking

no one is talking,

just murmuring I hear

as I pass them by


They don't know the

Earth is my abode

A free soul to wander, these

mean streets called Life


Here I go and there

to see this tree, or

whatever may be

It's wonderful being free


The Earth is my floor

the Sky my roof, no

need to have a box, or

any ole boring door


Four walls to trap

me inside to rot


to pay the Big Man, any

rent, taxes, and energy


So I take to the road

to live as I please

no one to goad, as

the Earth is my home.


© 2020 Ice QueenJen


Author's Note

Ice QueenJen
Many people used to be Nomads, traveling from one place to another. So maybe they are following their ancestors, you never know. Enjoy this writing too!

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The homeless. Many reasons for. Many today are Vietnam war veterans. They gave-up. The nomads are still about. They have a city on the Georgia coastline to rest. I enjoyed the poem. No taxes, move with the seasons and know laughers. A Nomad life. Could be alright. Thank you dear Jen for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I enjoyed this very much. The life sounds exciting. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 3 Years Ago


The homeless. Many reasons for. Many today are Vietnam war veterans. They gave-up. The nomads are still about. They have a city on the Georgia coastline to rest. I enjoyed the poem. No taxes, move with the seasons and know laughers. A Nomad life. Could be alright. Thank you dear Jen for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very refreshing perspective on the homeless! Seeing the bright side of it is very elating for a change. Sweet is the sleep of a man who owns little, owes little! I enjoyed this read!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem struck me in a very personal way. To know a free spirit is to know life.
Nice work.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Something tells me the nomads died out leaving a new urban species that sure don't want to be outdoors.
Immigration, loss of work, break-ups. They say people are one wage away from landing on the streets. Covid will multiply this tenfold.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ice QueenJen

3 Years Ago

I live downtown and see them multiplying, hopefully next year will be better for everyone!

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Ice QueenJen
Ice QueenJen

Bakersfield, CA



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