Displacement Poems - Poems about Displacement

I’d like to reach into my pocket And use all those wasted times of past displacements Stored there for just this momentous occasion A fatalistic fantasy for immortality. . . For I know that one day My time will run out But for now, I intend to keep on pocketing And using as I...

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Complex and profound, The many forms of migration, Each resonates and weighs differently.... The migration before famine, After the harvest, They are not the same... The migration from oppression, And that clandestine flight, Across guarded frontiers... The migration of cultures, And of traditions and tongues? And identities unsettled so fragile... The migration from familiarity, After a community, Has been dismantled..., That poignant migration, Your story is interwoven with mine, In our collective...

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I grew in the soil of a forest fire From the minute my seed fell I was the disgraced one, Cursed to grow within the ashes Of something meant to last a lifetime. Now standing among my peers I am lost. My branches not quite right and my trunk the worst you’ll ever see, Im forever misplaced, no forest dark enough to...

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A back water wash ...

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[] i call it anger displacement see how many s i can get in one sentence etty it effort is another reason i seldo start were i finished There is very little humanity i tolerate if i had a to much effort to give it little i hate littler i love not mad for seeing what's coming we have doomed ourselves cant hear for...

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Displacement. Slow motion memories; A conscience pricked, in pictures; develop, And are delivered to the senses, on The white wings of the winter wind. It blows lazy! And sharp; skin parts bare, Bristle in shivers, woven close and damp. This wind, sweeps withered leaves, drifting deep. Collecting amongst names, stoned, and forgotten, They lean...

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In the dark corridors of want we trudge With dreams and reality walking astride Surfing on the turbulent hope's tides We ploughed, watered and waited for greening seeds So there again the same old story goes We left school and the comfort our homes Knocking on locked gates hoping for open doors In mind with blooming dreams and smart goals We...

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SON OF SEOUL Child presses sweet head to her, While mother holds fast to him Man busses forehead, soft lips tight ‘Gainst acorn-colored skin. From ashes G.I. soldiers rose To souls of Seoul set free. Much taller than the rest, one stood ‘Bove war-torched Calvary. And drifting now to streets of home And bird-song tones of voice, Her heart aches for freedom sounds. Her sentence, Life, was...

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What is life? At this exact moment Sitting in a hot crowded bus, Headed somewhere absolutely meaningless to be in, Yet feeling no sense of displacement for it. What is life, Wandering through unknown roads Working with unknown people Helping them in their strange endeavours Yet feeling no sense of foreignness for it Is life so meaningless That doing things obviously meaningless Doesn't give a...

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Have you found a place in the world yet? Perhaps just that one where you can belong? A one place and time you have swept A place you know you have lived to begone Creating moments beyond grasp to flee Have you that living moment for yourself only? I would like to remember the moments that made me Have I that touch...

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Exhausted to the very end, I don't know how much more I can take. Mentally it just never ends for me, I fear my life is a stake. I feel like I am spinnning around in circles, I am dizzy from it all. No matter what I do to make it...

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