Foreign Poems - Poems about Foreign

A soul's etched cartography compasses spins a needle frantic above a parchment of skin. A map… Each line a river I've drowned in, blood I waded and divide each faded scar a language scarlet, unfound! My soul no longer shapes foreign land of waste annihilates behind my eyes...! I see nothing deserts exhale silent sacred sands… Hearts pulse with unheard drums an archway to oblivion...

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The map unrolls, a skin of dust where landmarks shift like whispers lost to a gust. I trace a fracture, jagged, unfamiliar... place where my phantom feet wandered, chillier than memory allows. A tongue they spoke is lost... A melody unheard of, at dearly paid cost within the crumbling walls of an infernal keep... A cracked, blackened mirror shows a face though...

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I was born with a foreign hunger, inherited from the shadows of those who were, they placed a dream in my hand like a shining blade and told me to carve my future, but the metal rusted in my deep sleep, leaving me to waver on paths of mist, now I chase smoke through iron halls, where ambition...

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I planned futures with you, but your happiness came first. When anger calls, you shut off I must stay composed, must communicate, must hold it all together. Smile. Talk nice. The bare minimum is not enough. Imagine giving your life to someone who would build with you, then leave when joy runs dry. Words once meant something. Vows weren’t meant to break. I could climb mountains, cross oceans, fly the...

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When I speak a foreign language I cross my eyes and dot my teas Little wonder I substitute ~ ‘Thank you’ for ‘Please’ ...

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Am just but a foriegner ,in this vile land, I find no comfort,i see no peace, This is alien,the food tasteless, The water salty,the trees dry quick. Am just but a traveler ,passing through this valley, No hope nor future,am doomed to death, I cant uprooot a grass,the mountains i cant shake , The custom is weak ,their grace a nuisance. Am just...

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I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds, But I will sing of the red eyes of envy, flames that burn in silence, Of the sharp edges of broken hearts, carving dreams, Of the poison born from them, the spiral of madness that lures us. The twisted thoughts of the aimless, an unseen...

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Sopheceles studs chorale the Martyrdom call 'ems ant-chant Thyme dash and Cheyenne bled-cles and Mud Squadrorns dove colorblind Link on-a-role spiked with trail and errs past Prosed Persident Mar. Argo near Key Bask Lame 22kay ears like Bugs Sunny and Share sin-Gold may-jar-of-tea of her punched shingles made class sick of nerds of those Stolen Wars They kicked-dirt-eyed others The Survivors Tell-A-Cast close...

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And thus I see the Distant boat pass, Smiling faces waving this land away, Sailing to their warm homes tonight, As I look on, here standing alone. Tales perhaps, of the distant land, They say, with a slight smirk, There lives one's childhood, Waiting for an embrace. I for one, declare them heresay, Whether as true as the blue in the sky, For hope seems...

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Your Love Its foreign to me I find myself In Beijing I swum Through life To wash up Upon your body I lay my head Gently On your tummy The sun Beating down Upon this Foreign shore I ‘am tired For I swum Against the tied ...

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Upon my lips, I felt a kiss In a dream, it surely was bliss My heart was dancing frolic flips I felt a kiss, upon my lips. Knew it was you, my prince of dreams Appearing in desirous scenes Holding hands we two, off we flew My prince of dreams, knew it was you. We came to ground on foreign shore Excited...

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Someone has said that The best soldiers are well fed Why we import rice?...

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Ameituliza nafsi yangu Mkuu wa yote duniani Iwapo nitapoteza njia Najua penzi lake 'tanipata Anivite kwake, aniite wake...

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We ride the train at night. Store front signs flash neon onto our faces through the window. Red, green, blue in words we don’t know. Four foreigners crowded in with a hundred faces. They speak in a language we can only catch a few pieces of. We get stern looks from disgusted fellow travelers each...

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I live among my very kind, equal in blood, but with a different mind. I always feel, I am alone, a tiny pebble in a pile of stone. Silent complaints and barren demands, I am a stranger in foreign lands. Sleepless nights, wandering thoughts, entwined emotions of dreams I sought. Regions of sorrow and moments of...

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