Best Abroad Poems
Vehicles flow on the road
Engines rumble loudly throughout
All vehicles are running on the same road
But as each of them is different destination
So many people travel back and forth
They step on the same path
All of them are in a hurry and introvert
But they do not converse together
Each of them has own target
I blend with those people
I do not know them and they do not know me as well
I only recognize who am I? And where to go?
My destination is my beloved motherland
I look upon someone's waiting for my return
Darling...!! I will be back...
Phoukhong SONEVONGXAY
Ho Chi Minh City. November 04, 2014
I have a birthday wish for you today,
Although words are not always easy to say.
In some ways, it does not seem right,
That you are not here and have taken flight.
My heart aches, but I really do understand,
After all my love, I still have your hand.
You have dreams you wish to come true.
This is my wish, my dream for you.
May your happiness be complete,
So in this life, you will not feel defeat.
From my heart with this poem,
I cannot wait until you come home.
Edward Ebbs - Desert Storm 2005
May your day be clad in bright chitenge (colorful flowing garments)
and your ears filled with the music of falling waters!
Lwa mitonda , kaizeli! (We miss you, sister!)
See us run with arms outstretched
like the wings of an airplane
because, if we could, we would fly to you;
see our encircling, turning legs
like those of sprinting cyclists
because, if we could, we would pedal to you;
see us hop, in a sitting posture
like that of a crazy taxi driver
because, if we could, we would race to you.
But we would rather have you here with us
Africa ya kutonda, kaizeli! ( Africa misses you, sister!)
Ku tezi batu - we are waiting for you ( We watch the horizon)
Utwa, ba andamisa - come dance with us. (And the drums are beating)
While distance separates you from us
we talk about you, smile, and say:
Mutu yo munde ki ya na ni sikoka kwa batu; (she will make many friends)
and we want you to remember always:
Ku sebeleza Mulimu, ki makalelo a butali. (it is more blessed to give than to receive)
Be blessed, dear sister!
We wish you peace, we wish you joy
and above all, we wish you love.
Afghanistan in football fever
Airborne division lose cover
To cheer from abroad
They won't hit the board
A rest for radio receiver
The one I love is far abroad…
Text messages are faithful pigeons to each other.
There’re times it’s hard to keyboard.
“Love you…” my hands don’t listen to me further.
The one I love is far abroad…
I cannot touch, can’t fondle her smooth skin.
An acute feeling’s cutting up my throat
While I’m swimming in a pool of dream.
The one I love is far abroad…
I realize, but can’t except this truth.
Day after day I’m getting odd,
Sometimes I want to howl like a wolf.
The one I love is far abroad…
I’m suffering, but it is possible to deal with.
You know that our life is hard and short.
Be brave to keep the one you wanna love or live with.
Japans painful wounds
Shakes the world and floods our eyes
Our prayers go out
The half moon shimmered wanly as she wrote
“Dearest, do you realize how much I miss you?
How long will your trip abroad take?
Here I am in empty rich, luxury mansion.
A hovel with you would have been better.
Or perhaps you do not love me anymore?”
Thus the letter arrived in my posh Rome hotel.
I could not help but let a lonely tear drop down
And smudge the words written there.
Why can’t I find the courage to write a full letter?
Only fragments have I written, not worth sending.
The show goes on and all around me were the so-called friends.
Yet I have none, absolutely none. One day I’ll disappear,
Leave Rome and go back to my home sweet home.
i was overjoyed
i was eager to travel
wishing everybody a good stay,
i quickly packed my suitcase
and was ready to twist life
little did i know,
joy would turn into sadness
happiness into tears
desires into loneliness
but what do i see?
i choose that path
it wasnt easy
neither is it easy
but above all i thank God
He has been my keeper
my strength and guide
i dnt regret going abroad
the journey hasnt been easy
The desert wind scours the land
Home to all of civilized man
Ankhs hang from leather straps
No turkey gobbles nor Auntie naps.
Kids in mosques and chapels abound
Singing chants of eastern sound.
Genies squirm in lamps too tight
Images rise of Arabian nights.
Visitor you’ll find me over seas
In search an antiquarian gies.
No pumpkin pie or candied yams
Gathered around a table of clan.
Destiny has brought me here
Ancient pyramids now come clear
Yesterdays dreams, I do revere.
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Some people have no sense at all
Live abroad acting like fools
Not wanting to integrate
nor eating what the locals make
Only want to go get drunk
find an easy lay
So many idiots abroad
why can't they stay at home!
Scarce a year it was before my birth,
that Lindy set The Spirit down
at Le Bourget one night
and all the old voitures
as suddenly lit up the runway
with their headlights.
as he taxied to a stop.
Thirty years beyond, I landed there
from fair Bruxcelles and it was day;
the city of the light took rest
avant le gaiete of night—
there was no welcoming:
"Attencion Monsieur,
you are in zee way,"
and my attempt at French
brought only curious stare.
"Et je n'ai pas de plus argent
and little more to bear me home
to Orleans. Je suis un etranger
dans ma cite des grandes lumieres, "
I thought, and sent my fond farewell
to Brussels and its wondrous minature
Etats Unis and Circarama
still unknown in fifty years back here.
Sacre Bleu! C'est incroyable
that naked little boy in Belgium,
and the Champs above the catacombs
in Paris, now still flaunt their youth,
their vibrancy, as I advance
to that dim room somewhere
when irony prevails—where Lindy,
luckier than I, will share with me
the just equality of death.
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The thought of me losing
makes me so depressed
Especially when I think that I'll be
the reason you left
All this guilt in me won't take
any of the stress to less
And the things I do to you
dosen't give me much help
I know it bothers you inside
those times u hold back the tears
I know all the stuff I put you through
these past 5 years
I'm poisoned with confusion
u are the one to produce a cure
I appreciate that I Love You
plus I am tring to keep u from leaving me
My love 4 u grows more more more..........
A ship once sailed in the wide open sea
A ship once called "All Aboard" to the ones who dared to take risks
Some heard that call and ran towards it
Slowly, they stepped onto its body...
Whilst fear with a pinch of courage overwhelmed them...
Turning back now was too late,
For the ship had sailed into the wide open sea...
Sunset approached the ship
As the sun slowly dipped into the sea...
The sky was painted red, orange, and yellow by then,
Calling out those who would care to join them
To paint the world with sleep...
Some of those on the ship rejected the call
As their eyes gazed at the stars up high
For they were lanterns that guide...
Their pondering and gazing soon stopped
For they eyelids couldn't handle it anymore...
And so they slowly glued together
Calling out to their masters "Go To Sleep..."
Calling to their beholders, to the ones on the ship.."Go To Sleep..."
Time passed so gently as the clock ticked by
Thus, a warm, gentle ray touched their faces
Carressing them to wake up
A smile spread upon their faces
As their eyes greeted the sun with a gentle blink...
That day, the sun played with the clouds
Whilst the wind and birds joined with pride
Yet, the journey was about to end
For the ship called once again
But this time it wasn't a welcoming "All Aboard"
In fact, it was a whistle waving goodbye...
Slowly, the ones the ship hands
And step by step went towards the land
Yet, a sound was heard from behind
As they turned behind towards the sea,
Something beautiful was displayed...
Where the sea was waving goodbye...
Agents Abroad.
Tiny rooms in basements somewhere not far from the docks,
pink light ,no air-conditions. Cartagena girls on contract going
from city to city, their best years are as short as footballers;
only the girls have short contracts and in no time they end up
in third division. I remember this because Obama’s security
guards, coming to a foreign country went wild, living as they
do in a country where the puritans rule, those caught
philandering like Tiger Woods, get his balls cut off and he will
never be great again. Ok, Obama’s guards should be mortified
it is just the freedom to be a man not having going through
rituals of courtships and feel reckless. Not easy to be American
male squeezed into an iron jumper by the moral brigade, all
is legal as long as you don’t get caught…and if you get trapped
go to the nearest church and confess in public, tell everyone
you are a Christians who have sinned, you’ll be forgiven if you
castigate enough, tears will help; but remember do not argue
with a prostitute.
Oh, to be in Deutschland
Now that Adolf’s there.
For whoever wakes in Deutschland
Finds some morning, unaware,
There’s a knocking on the apartment door.
The Gestapo says you’re outside the law :
There’s a blinding flash as they break your
jaw.
In Deutschland -- now.