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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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....

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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,...

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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 a storm.

In the afterbirth show boaters will arrive. 
One spoonful at a time. To feed a million shaken lives.
One...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
# Kunta
# ForHaiti...

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