Best Haitian Poems

A Haitian Child’s Plea

Today I walked around all day.
My feet hurt.
I have no clean water to drink.
I have nothing to eat.
I want to take a bath like any other boy does.
There is no clean water.
I just want to be a kid.
Over head is a helicopter
hovering...

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Abstract images to the debris of micro fibers.
Down to the Haitian survivors praying for Red Cross donations rather than meaningless 
conversations and commotions,
Across tech tonic structures islands break off, continents sides of earthquakes, sizzling 
millions of years with a side of ketchup as condiment
Natural bloodshed...

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I feel a tug upon my skirt 
Big eyes looking up at me 
Little hands outstretched my way 
A beautiful face I see 

His skin is creamy chocolate 
His eyes are just the same 
His hair is black and curly 
He's calling out my name...

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Between 96th and 104th Street on Broadway
A mid age man holds high his bible as he shouts and struts.

From year to year he holds his route
When day is lit or turns to night
His chants I hear in words of worth
His strained voice reaches some looking...

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                   Ah yes 
 my once poetic visions of her
            dark brown skin
   ...

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Bon appétit to all my fellow Haitians and friends,
Who will be drinking, sipping, savoring poertysoup joumou,
Which is made of squash, neck bones, macaroni, oxtails,
Carrots, yams, celery, parsley, and countless vegetables.

This is a powerful, yet historical soup,
With a strong message. This tradition
Started after the Battle of...

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Yes, this is a bad joke
Yes, this is a sad comedy
What an irony
What a parody
Smile and smirk, so you won’t be poked
What a hilarious lie! It is a travesty
Immigrants don’t eat pets
They eat beef, chicken, and pork
Like you and me. All bets
Are off. Let’s be...

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Trapped inside the darkness
Time is not on my side
I hear all the others screaming
I’m here losing every bit of my mind

Clutter all around me
A slither of light on my face
So close to get my freedom
Too close to the end of the race
Life here has not...

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STATION INFORMATION BUT NOT ABOUT A HAITIAN

For example, take that man over there
Or this woman who’s standing right here
You don’t know who and what they actually are
Perhaps, as did I, they spent all day in a bar

A tavern where the barkeep keeps secrets well
And forgets...

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January twelfth two thousand and ten
October seventh two thousand  eighteen
and again August fourteenth,
two thousand and twenty one 
witnessed near annihilation and destruction 
of the Haitian nation, 
(especially courtesy first and third aforementioned)
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of...

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January twelfth two thousand and ten
October seventh two thousand  eighteen
and again August fourteenth,
two thousand and twenty one 
witnessed near annihilation and destruction 
of the Haitian nation, 
(especially courtesy first and third aforementioned)
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of...

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When I see the Haitian flag, tears rush into my eyes.
When I see the Haitian flag, my Haitian heart cries.
Our people have been ridiculed, yet our flag continues
To flow unimpeded. We will never die on our knees.
If we must die, we will die standing like...

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Mom, my mother is a woman made of pure gold
Perfect ruby and exquisite diamond
Whose divine decoration
Is extremely beautiful and charming.

Mom is the most wonderful woman on this soil
The one who warmed my body and soul.
She is not the prettiest
But she remains the most polite.
The one...

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