Best Haiti Poems
Haiti, the home of voodoo practices
Seventeenth Century Spain cedes to France
Catholic Spaniards trembled when they saw
“Dead” men revived to wander in trances
A vile poison can make men appear dead
Revival requires an antidote
But perhaps there is more to zombie lore
An explanation to why these souls woke
Brutally treated slaves worked sugar fields
Captives from Africa known as “Maroons”
As French aristocrats sat and grew fat
Blacks sweated for “sweets” in the tropic sun
Buried guilt deep at night still festers
For conscience is God’s gift to each man
Some may suppress it for just a short time
‘Til magical night envelopes the land
Spirits of those who were taken in chains
Are given by God a chance to rebel
Stalking the living in deathly pallor
Haunting their captors with visions of hell
“Zombifications,” Maroons erected
Spreading the horrors of slavery with anger
Showing the French what their evil produced
And putting their sanity in danger
So please put the voodoo dolls back on shelves
The needle-sharp pricks of remorse can sting
Enslaved Maroons prevail in heaven’s court
Our Creator’s eyes aren’t missing a thing
Magic, black or white, God sees no color
Love is bestowed on men of all races
And those who question the Lord’s intentions
Should look in the eyes of living-dead faces
Listen to our cries,
Observe all the fear and devastation that surround us.
Listen to our hearts beating, pounding loudly.
Without hope, how in the world can we cope?
Many of us have lost faith and many of us too have found it.
God, how could this be, why me, why our country?
Have pity, give us mercy.
What have we done to come to this?
We are neither perfect nor righteous, we admit it.
Many of our families and friends we will miss.
Did not get to say goodbye,
Did not get a chance to apologize
For all the wrong we've done.
And now what, they are all gone,
All we've came to love with hugs and with shoves.
By Marckincia Jean
Who could have predicted this?
Still, if one could, would we all have fled?
And to where, where would we be received?
Our eyes opened wide, bright, clear, and white,
Startled, frightened and uncertain.
Many have died, hundreds of thousands buried underground.
The awful smells of the dead,
Stacked on top of one another like piles of bricks.
Many yet to be found,
Still buried alive, beneath the heavy rubble.
Among the dead,
Many innocent souls, parents, children, singles, and criminals.
Port- au prince, the Haitian city capital,
Home to the Presidential Palace,
All of what now lie in ruins.
Rubble covers the streets.
Many questions to be asked,
Not many answers will be gasped.
Change, when will it come, not soon enough, I suppose.
But beneath our heartbreaks, obstacles, and pain,
There is a spirit that tells us:
Everything will be fine,
No need to worry,
Don’t, it’s not necessary,
For you are mine.
I'll take care of you.
If you believe in me,
I'll always be there.
I will be your light and guidance,
I will put you in the right direction
And send you off to your destination.
Trust me,
No one else can compare,
For I am your creator.
As sadness weighs heavily upon my heart
My pen does not know where to start
Haiti I weep for you in all your tragedy
What a devastation to humanity
For days the smell of death stenched the air
My heart was sadden and my soul was remorsed with care
My Lord Jesus praise you, we never seen so much godspeed help
Through out the world the pain is definetly felt
I cried when I seen all the destruction and corruption
So many children that are homeless, parentless, and hungry
There is so much confusing, death, missing people, and so many angry
But have you noticed so many mircales happening everyday
That is why we need to continue to be on bended knees and pray
From shore to shore they run and flee
This is the mark of the enemy
But with all this strife
My God still breathes life
All is not lost in the midst of need
When Haiti was wounded everybody around the world helped and took heed
It's a shame that it has to take a diaster for human hearts to awake
Oh how that island was hit by a mighty earthquake
For we hear their cries, and our hearts weep
Echos of pleading are heard through the streets
Comfort them, help, encourage, and lift them from the dust
Everyone needs to do something, in God we need to be patient and trust
For John Heck's Beatlemania competition. To the tune of "For No One" from the Revolver
album.
The day fades, the earth shakes
The Haitians find their homes no longer stand as families fear their future
They struggle through rubble
To find survivors, loved ones who've succumbed quietly to nature's violence
And in their eyes we see despair
No spark of hope behind the tears shed for victims
So many lives lost in tremors
They want help, they need ours
And so we dig through empty pockets struggling to find scant resources
And in our eyes they see empathy
In tears we promise to do what little we can offer
To ease a pain that knows no end
We stay home, we watch them
The TV shows such agony that all are moved to send their prayers and sympathy
A day breaks, our hearts ache
Such turmoil spills upon the screen and we reach out to help our Haitian brothers
And in God's eyes they are children
As are we all now joined in hearts and in sadness
Rebuild this nation with His help
Copyright © 2015
11.13.2016
1:22pm
Royal blood from afar,
far from Africa,
Africa a torn and raped
land by European hands
First land of freedom to rise,
but segregated by a mountainside
and corrupt politicians on both
sides by greed and neglect, when all
anyone needed was love and respect
Respect yourselves, and expect to rise
great Nation, surpass their creation
with the help of other Nations
Bond and build, build, build your
land, a land for your people to
stand, stand and deny others to
rape and kill, kill only that
which for your stomachs to fill,
train Haitians with skill
A Haitian Police to instill and
maintain peace Haitians see,
see with Haitian eyes, not
another European disguise,
once demised, but not despised
by HIM on High, hold your head
high, HE will not deny
Haitians, prepare your Nation for
this great blessing, and declare
your royal blood from afar, once
was and still can be, a global Star
by: LPruitt 12:59pm
Edited: 12.15.2015/9:15pm
January twelfth two thousand and ten
witnessed near annihilation and destruction
of the Haitian nation
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of building facades
practically demolishing every creation
since this island settled, which indigenous tribes
sought safety in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water
in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg,
especially as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans foisted
forfeiture of land with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake such actions
that rent asunder culture beseeched god when
these brutish, nasty and (shortish) simians to cease desecration
yet the peoples of this dominion rose
from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no mattered genetic pool
underwent white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
and those coveted legal tender bucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
yet within the very fiber of tropical man grove persons
patiently lined up their ducks
and declared as the first African American peoples
INDEPENDENCE to be the word
whence adulation, elation, inspiration akin to the sound winged fowl clucks
until the advent of the major earthquake
composed by this aging hippy type nerd
whereat remote control san voodoo affect every bloody word!
For there is no discrimination when catastrophe strikes;
It is no time to fight.
No race card of black and white.
This is when people of all creeds and races need to unite.
Sometimes I question, whether compassion for humanity still exists.
Haiti use to be where the rich thrive, and the poor perish,
We should quell their fears;
Lord give Haiti the strength to fight their tears.
Now the wealthy and poor are united at last,
So let them assist each other and forget about the past,
They may be battered and beaten, but they are not defeated.
Haiti is where my Jesus is seated.
But out of the destruction, hope will rise,
For it's children I will always have tears in my eyes.
Bring a prayer and a friend
Let's support their cause and faith
Lord give Haiti the strength, don’t let them wait
While guided by Your light, it is the comfort they seek
‘Cause their scenario is bleak
Come help if you can
So stretch your hands from land to land
Proud people of the Haitian Ile,
Stand firm with head held high.
Though days may last for a while,
The world has begun to hear your cry.
Le monde ecoute les voix criant;
On voit et meme se sent votre douleur.
Avec vous, on est priant.
Avec vous, aussi on pleure.
Two plus centuries ago,
You proved strength and gained liberty.
For your great past, there’s a greater tomorrow,
In spite of the now, pursue prosperity.
Le monde écoute votre voir d’éspoir;
On voit toute votre courage.
Quelle belle pays et peuple noir –
À vous, on dis “soyez brave, soyez brave!”
Such a calamity to strike Porte-au-Prince;
May you raise capital walls and the hearts therein.
Like those of Katrina, you will be remembered since;
This time, may justice and compassion speedily win.
Haiti, le monde écoute les cries de votre terre;
On voit ques vos avez tellement de besoins.
Il nous semble qu’un des ces est un frère.
Donc, à vous on dit, “On vient!”
(Dedicated to Haiti as a result of the 2010 earthquake.)
After Agnes Krampe
Upon a lone palm,
they build their communal
nest —determinedly— but pause
to study the berry-hued
cinder blocks of the hillside
shanty town, short lives
stacked on short lives.
One bird watches
the woman plucking laundry
from a fraying washline
as if shirts were passion fruit
on a vine, as if the vibrant reds
could placate hunger.
Another bird eyes
several threads unraveling,
temptingly soft, so close,
but the woman looks up
stays the flight as she entreats,
will you not sing me a new song,
will you never fly me home?
I pray dear God to grant reprieve
To Haitian brother in dire need.
Spirit, instill a strength divine,
Transform his heart as loving Guide.
May healing hands inspire hope,
May grace and love our prayers provoke.
Raise Haiti’s head, with conqu’ring faith
You will prevail, you will prevail. Amen.
What do the poor hang onto?
When all the trees are gone.
When hearths are quaked to crumbs...
With nowhere to hide from the whirling gray eye of the storm.
In the afterbirth, show boaters will arrive.
One spoonful at a time. To feed a million shaken lives.
One blanket to warm the sharky shoals.
One cross to shelter the fractured mast of hope.
Soon after, show boaters will flee to silver ships.
Setting sail for gilded homes.
Wrapped tight around paper souls.
Far removed from Haiti's howling winds.
That lick the salt from burned black bones...
No invitation to board these ships of privilege.
Like there were so many years ago.
In Western hemisphere located
“The Pearl of the Antilles”
Thus, for all formerly called
Was due however, its natural beauty
For the Hispaniola Island
It is only a small western portion
With 2680 meters of altitude
Pic la selle stands up
And both the Atlantic and the Caribbean Sea
As that sentry, guarding the infinity
Of shipwrecked pieces of black suit history
Patriot and martyr, was his illustrious son
The slave Toussaint L'Ouverture
Reading and writing, also known
For later, the revolution to join
And with all others under the same allegiance
Of freedom, making the great foundation
The ground rolled, it shook
and broke apart this afternoon.
Now all we have is broken
buildings, with broken people.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to call
home, cause it's a pile of concrete
on top of concrete with loved ones
under it, maybe it's their tomb.
Bodies stacked along the road,
no place to put them yet; loved
ones moved on to safer grounds.
Waiting for water is such a heartache.
They see planes coming in, but
where's the damn food and water: where
is all the help they were so hoping
to get, where's the MAN with the help?
Can't they see his sister under that
piece of rubble, or his neighbor below
her they're both still alive, they
just need the MAN to dig them out?
They sit in despair with heads ups
watching the planes comeing in hoping
soon that one well get to them before
it's too late. It's up to each of us now.
Steven L. Siegel
January 16, 2010
Precious Haiti
Haiti sounds like hate I
Rhymes with Baby doc
And Papa doc
Feels like
Made in USA
But Unlike the Mariel Boatlift
The people are excluded from
Entering
Black
Dark
White teeth
African
Looking
French and Creole speaking
People
Haitians
Unwanted
Haiti
Shook the world
Fought and won
A great war
Against the French
But this black
Revolution
This first black republic
Like a white’s man rabbit’s foot
Like a white’s voodoo
Back fired
On Haiti
Because they
Paid
Reversed Reparation
For 100 years
250 years ago
An earthquake
Rocked Haiti
The world yawned
100 years ago
An earthquake
Rocked Haiti
The world
Announced the seismic
Reading
Minutes ago
Haiti sat on a wall
Haiti had a great fall
And like Humpty Dumpty
All the King’s horses and All the King’s men
Couldn’t put aside their hate and indifference
To put Haiti back together again…..
Scars For Haiti
The tears of my tears splatter into flames
My eyes starve from fidgeting forces falling
floors
Though, they say life occurs in cycles
Mr. Matthew came and it was not even for a
miss
The grounds left to wail for the lost bliss.
- Olaoluwa Ola-Williams.
2016.
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