Expats Poems - Poems about Expats

...Born after freedom; I witnessed The 25th year Independence Day celebration The Silver Jubilee; the country was underdeveloped, Yet there was jubilation, happiness all over Years went by: I gre......

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...Born after freedom; I witnessed The 25th year Independence Day celebration The Silver Jubilee; the country was underdeveloped, Yet there was jubilation, happiness all over Years went by: I gre......

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...The sun is hot and hard to bear All out of options – nobody cares You're looking for an accomplice in your greed So who's gonna come to the aid Of a leper in need? You tasted too much and lef......

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...We lived in the U.K as expats in a Tudor style home in Kent It was a nice home but it had “a feel” about it I can’t explain Not frightening or threatening at all Just a different sense in the atmo......

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...Snow and Paintings The snow began to fall late yesterday afternoon first the big flakes dropping leisurely and building up on the grass but melting as they hit warm streets ......

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...Bare skull and cross bones existence on the peripheral outskirts of poker flats lives a slip of a man, whereat he never felt deserving accolades linkedin with appeasem......

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...What do you do? Fine - I'll mention other things, In Jo"burg, the expats were bored - went to a roundabout and drove around, disgraceful, don't you play any sport? Not even couch-rugby? I used ......

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...Singers I wanted to be a singer of popular tunes, but I didn’t have The voice for it, sounded like humpback a whale’s mating call it was said; how would they know I swam with whales along the ......

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...The Misfit When I first came to Algarve I thought I had to blend in I went to British bars and met expats, who had never been to a Portuguese restaurant, yet spent time whining about the country ......

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...THINGS THAT HATE ME Spaghetti, for I don’t allow it to outrun my utensil I chop it all to inch-long pieces then use my fork as a shovel. Expensive French wine, for I won’t ever pr......

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...severely agitated by remarks on patriotism called nationalism which for me casts a negative shadow isn't nationalism a thin disguise for saying communism? I so love my country and was brough......

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