Diaspora Poems - Poems about Diaspora

Roots

Tell me
Can a tree without roots
Ever bear fruit?

Tell me
Can a ship without sails
Ever make haste in the boundless sea?

Death creeps, cloying
Knotted garters frayed

Under the sea the sirens wail
Forgotten, ignored
But for the ones who live on
The feet do drag on
Swollen, septic, deeply forlorn

For those of us who are aware
Who live in a world; awake
Be sure to

A Painful Journey

(My Persian rug, 2024)

A Painful Journey

I live a quiet and isolated life
But it’s been one of great adventure
That leaves me now a bit worn out
Although satisfied and fulfilled
Is probably how I should describe it,
For I’m happy with its twists and turns 
Even though I know deep down
Before I can even remember
There is a loss that

Diaspora Link

That Diaspora represent a piece of my identity,
Strewed my views on the squires of taciturnity,
Inconspicuous lines and depictions,
And then there's the pencil wizard,
Follow my body's rhythms, that I used to bury,
A meandering deer in the tangle of conscience,
I interred it in the depths of my gentle soul,
He was doused in letter ink,
I interfered with him

Pangs of Exile

Pangs of exile


In the season of the fallen leaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief
Should I join the expat web?
I will still receive The Sheaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief

I listen to a foreign tongue
The sound goes on the evening long
Oh to hear the name O’Keefe -
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief -
- Murphy, Kelly or

Diaspora

Turn the odd page:
Attest to age,
Word abrupt rage,
Climb on your stage.


Not much to say:
A brittle take,
A touchy play,
A foreign make.


Too wise to know:
Blunt angles show,
Not much to grow,
A discrete glow.


So here you are:
A foreign sore,
A foreign star,
A touchy bore.


See what I prize:
A feisty price,
A taunting vice,
Where's mad surprise?


Odd agenda:
A twist of fate
Strange diaspora,
A blush too

Diaspora

No refuge here
Just bitter cheer


Search now in vain
Kind words said plain


Cliques and cliches
Odd word croquet 


Islands of stress
A savvy mess


Not much for laughs
Broken mad stuff


Loss that now pokes
Sad burden yokes


Once a big tribe
Scattered once ripe


Not much to say
A wind-blown way




Leon Enriquez
07 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT

Diaspora

In crowded places
Alone and solitary;
In clustered spaces
A touch of melancholy.


Sad diaspora mulls
Coming and going so lonely;
Here empty feels dull
A certain listless company.


Far away right here
In a geography of plenty;
Lack traps me my dear
Pokes deep pain that hurts anxiety.


If only now I
Can re-jig my sad sad story;
Catch a glimpse of highs
Sans diaspora across the sea.


If I

Diaspora, Can'T Go Home

Diaspora that cant go home

Mum and Dad came on boats not grand
They left the sun behind
To the old country to lend a hand
replacing uncertainty and find
Prosperity, erase the poverty of native land
And we’ll send money back home.
They were met with sticks and stones
Were broken, not just their bones
Wogs and minstrels they were called
In Harsh winters

Diaspora

Witness and see the conflicts mad,
Sad refugees flee from times bad.


War and terror as devils kill,
Shades of horror where evil steals.


Madness flings curse in broken space,
Usurp cold purse in loss of grace.


Good men suffer the stains of greed,
Hatred mutters harsh fix that breeds.


Pain bolts in vain if you but know,
Loss figures plain in broken flow.


Violence

African Diaspora

The African Diaspora was when flowers were trapped & caged 

Each day I think and wanted to see them free

I see why... Your African beauty deserves to be picked

I realize that its just a figment of my imagination that their creation is truly magnificent.

Diaspora

Stars, hovering over us.
Floating emotions,
Love's moonbeams.

Eternity, strings on her bow.
Hearing the wind blow,
God the creator.

We are magnetic and charged.
Drawn into action,
Blinder than bats.

Forced to surrender.  Finally,
The storm has come
And we are complete.

Poem By Kasiananthan On the Tamil Diaspora and Eelam, Trans By T Wignesan

The Parrot and the Woodpecker may turn...
    [Sung by TEnicayccal Cellappa]        Translated by T.Wignesan
 
mAnkiliyum marankottiyum                    The parrot and the woodpecker

   kUtutirumpa tatayillai 

Diaspora of Her Soul

Amidst the binge of the champagne, and the glitter on the faces, she heard the 
distant lullaby. Glistening repertoire of appreciation elated her, but her soul had been 
far forlorn. She smiled her way through the ballroom, shaking hands, wishing 
prosperity and hugging the nonchalant children, who didn't even remember her... 
their innocent, curious eyes,

The Afrikan Diaspora

The Afrikan Diaspora

Includes all of humanity

One great big extended family

Sharing a single commonality

To form one global community

Though throughout our collective history

There has been atrocity after atrocity

Committed with hubris and hypocrisy

Sometimes in the name of democracy

Or in the name of a theocracy

Which ignored the Commandment

Of honor thy father and mother 

So that your days may longer

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