Best Invader Poems

Cancer - The Invader 

By Betty Harp Butler


Cancer does not knock-
It invades.
It comes when you least expect it,
When things are going just fine.
Then boom!
And in...

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“Don’t-stand-so-close-to-me,” he said to her.
I’m feeling claustrophobic. Every time
I turn around, you’re right there at my shoulder.
Were you a poem, I’d make you its end...

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Poe laid flowers on her grave
    His lost Lenore
    One he’d love forevermore 
    But doomed...

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hospitality, peace and mutual respect; we’ve chosen
because the key to our prosperity is love, unity and cooperation
settlers now on the cheat as our true identity...

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Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword

They stood in ranks a thousand long
High upon the hill
The Roman legion, fierce and strong
With sword and lance...

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Reporting live on the soup, with Americas MOST. WANTED. POETS.
 Standing here with our host John, 
With an exclusive update on criminal poets, captured and...

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God is greater than the crush that caused the crater
The liars that always said, "Not now but certainly later."
The promise of pay to the delivery...

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Swooped down as plundering hordes
Waving bloodied razor-edged swords
Angry waves in billowy swell
Questing to conquer Heart's citadel.

Virtue took heels and vanished from the Room
Anger deflated instantly...

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When I awake each morning,
I may be culturally alone,
my breakfast is peculiar
and to many be unknown.

Procedure may be unaccepted,
nor traditional as such,
but seeing it’s my...

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I kneel with all right across the globe, I kneel in solidarity

i stand with all the kneelers and I do it with some clarity

As a...

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English translations of Arabic poems by Fadwa Tuqan aka "The Poet of Palestine"

Enough for Me
by Fadwa Tuqan 
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Enough for me...

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Fierce is she with flowing mane
No stranger to feel or witness pain

Fast she stands with shield in hand
Defender of her sacred lands

And full prepared to...

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morning sun, a newborn babe,
exhales her first breath each dawn in mist 
daybreak’s kiss
straddles the North Carolina and Tennessee line
Cherokee Nation’s last reservation
remains within a...

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I had a passion for vibrant flowers, and I was often found in the garden,
As one gains the haunting night bird songs, in burgundy skies...

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Fadwa Tuqan has been called the Grand Dame of Palestinian letters and The Poet of Palestine. These are my translations of Fadwa Tuqan poems originally...

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