Best Displacement Poems

Have you found a place in the world yet?
Perhaps just that one where you can belong?
A one place and time you have swept
A place you know you have lived to begone

Creating moments beyond grasp to flee
Have you that living moment for yourself only?
I would like...

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What is life? 
At this exact moment
Sitting in a hot crowded bus,
Headed somewhere absolutely meaningless to be in,
Yet feeling no sense of displacement for it.

What is life,
Wandering through unknown roads
Working with unknown people
Helping them in their strange endeavours
Yet feeling no sense of foreignness for it

Is...

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Exhausted to  the very end, I don't know how much more I can take.  Mentally it just 
never ends for me,  I fear my life is a stake.

I feel like  I am spinnning around in circles, I am dizzy from it...

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Displacement.          

Slow motion memories;
A conscience pricked, in pictures; develop,
And are delivered to the senses, on
The white wings of the winter wind.
It blows lazy! And sharp; skin parts bare,
Bristle in shivers, woven close and damp.

This wind, sweeps...

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zephry wisps rising 
  eyelids flicker in soft breeze
           gardenia aswirl 



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There is very little humanity i tolerate
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little i hate
littler i love
not...

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I grew in the soil of a forest fire
From the minute my seed fell 
I was the disgraced one,
Cursed to grow within the ashes
Of something meant to last a lifetime.

Now standing among my peers 
I am lost.
My branches not quite right
and my trunk the worst...

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I’d like to reach into my pocket 
And use all those wasted times of past displacements 
Stored there for just this momentous occasion 
A fatalistic fantasy for immortality. . .  
For I know that one day 
My time will run out 
But for now,...

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SON OF SEOUL


		Child presses sweet head to her,
		While mother holds fast to him
		Man busses forehead, soft lips tight
		‘Gainst acorn-colored skin.
		
		From ashes G.I. soldiers rose
		To souls of Seoul set free.
		Much taller than the rest, one stood
		‘Bove war-torched Calvary.
		
		And drifting now to streets of home
		And bird-song tones...

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In the dark corridors of want we trudge
With dreams and reality walking astride
Surfing on the turbulent hope's tides
We ploughed, watered and waited for greening seeds

So there again the same old story  goes 
We left school and the comfort our homes
Knocking on locked gates hoping...

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A back water wash                                         ...

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Complex and profound,
The many forms of migration,
Each resonates and weighs differently....

The migration before famine,
After the harvest,
They are not the same...

The migration from oppression,
And that clandestine flight,
Across guarded frontiers...

The migration of cultures,
And of traditions and tongues?
And identities unsettled so fragile...

The migration from familiarity,
After a community,
Has been...

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She entered unannounced; no bell, no brass. The aperture, a bureaucratic lapse in Nature’s accounting, permitted transit for the curious, not the wise. Through corridors of warped conjecture, she drifted—unclaimed luggage of a thought experiment. Each particle bowed with procedural discipline; each law maintained protocol...

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