Best Refugee Poems

Running from an economy full of hate
hunger will place him behind bars unless he relocates
war and crisis lingering with the hope to end soon
have pocketed young lives since five bloody Junes
a new home is the dream where kindness isn’t dormant
and challenges of life, soft and...

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Consider
the refugee:
Reduced to flee;
hazarding all upon the…
See?...

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The Voyage of a Refugee

He gave of his heart,
As he shared of his woe,
When a voyage in a boat,
For freedom, he did go.

It was not a choice,
To leave his country behind.
Death was the option,
While hope, lay the other side.

But what a story,
He did tell.
That voyage...

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He crouches behind a false wall…hoping, praying,
Listening carefully to the commotion outside.
A knock on the door, another, two more!
They kick the door in and storm inside.
 
Men with rifles, boys with guns,
Searching, preying, abducting, killing,
They turn over the table and kick over a few chairs,
As...

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The voice of a refugee

What happened to this world?	
So beautiful in the past
The rivers lakes and oceans
And fragrance of the grass
 
And now the land is barron
It's no more fertile
I hope that the plants grow
Once again for a while
 
What happened to our society
So generous...

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Beating the midday forlorn sun
By foot they begun the journey leaving the pun
Beware of the dangers and tactics to shun  
Between that time and reaching the destination without fun
Beholding the situation, carrying the bun
Before Palmyra falls, it must be done. 

Holding hands the long...

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Mumma please find a new home for me,
Somewhere like Syria before, where I was extremely happy,
I know there were bombs going off permanently,
And I understand it was only safe to flee.

They took away everything from us, 
Including lives, schools, homes and trust. 
I don’t understand...

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We were free and safe
Facing the challenges of life
In much more desirable manner
We were at least happy
For the peace we were enjoying
On our land of birth; our homeland
We never anticipated this at all
That war would tear us apart
And leave us miserable this way
We witnessed so...

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Corpses wash up on a distant shore
Crowded train station shelters
Psychological trauma
Personal needs of children
Go begging in the rain
The dream of freedom
Keeps hope alive
How many will survive?...

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Born into suffering

Born to be malnourished

Born in the bush

Born on the run

Born under the umbrella of poverty

 

Born to be a refugee

Born in the middle of despair

Born in worries

Born in the frightful time

Born with the horrified blood

 

Son of the scream

Daughter of bombs

Sister of landmines

Brother...

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( Poem about Kurdish Iranian teenager attacked in Croydon)

Refugee boy 

Just 17
Yet your eyes have seen so much
Now so far from home and loved ones
You thought you were free from danger
In your land of refuge
Life was routine again
College and a visit to the teahouse on...

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Refuse to be a Refugee

?Would we refuse to be a refugee?
Share things between you and me;
Never will I say what's the use;
In my mind, remove the refuse. 

Must become aware of the fact,
Life has things that do detract,
But God who is always willing,
Aids us and...

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Amid, amid, amid, amid,
In the middle,
Between never and everlasting,
A haven for people idle,
A place that never is.
Began and built in imagination,
By ones who avoid
The cheap price of success,
Yet convinced they belong to success.
And they fall free to an imagination.
Calling the world unfair,
They become unfair to...

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A Refugee 
He had been given a lift by a Lithuanian truck driver
to a little town in inland Norway where the winter 
starts in September and is cold and unforgiven as its 
inhabitants. The truck driver had given him money 
for coffee, and cigarettes.
Not dressed...

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Variety is the spice of life 
At least that's what they say..
We celebrate different colours 
Yet the world still chooses grey

There's room for different flavours
Whether green leaf, pulse or grain
Banana loaf or carrot cake?
Nutrition stays the same

The truth it seems is constant
With the source identified;
Humans...

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