Foreigner Poems - Poems about Foreigner

In transit to Africa destination delayed, trapped in Turkey loopholes restrictions, Oppositions, unfamiliar faces, language barriers a nightmare, disoriented, feeling out of place amongst hired help especially at a airport, ill treatment doesn't feel so hospitable, lack of comprehension enroute trapped being a foreign national in a unknown land....

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En route trapped in transit in Turkey loopholes, restrictions, oppositions and unfamiliar faces, language barriers in a foreign sovereignty, disoriented, feeling Out of place amongst hired help, ill- treatment doesn't feel so hospitable When its lack of comprehension. En ...

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It is a pity how people Treat me down here They say I am a sojourner This is not my home I laugh though in pity Remembering it is no home Everyone is a sojourner Waiting to hence home Dust to dust home we be Clay we are too hard to believe Flesh to bone proud fool -be Sojourner here home in dust We are a Potter's...

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The Foreigner What does one do when your pension is small? He lived in an industrial town in England not green and pleasant. Rows of brick houses, a tiny front yard too narrow for a car. He could not thrive here; going back to Sweden was out too expensive he would need help from the state to hand him accommodation. He...

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There's this nasty lady living right by ours A cranky old mare holed up next to our house Her garden is minging and her blinds are a lot worse She acts dead weird, I reckon she's proper mental Her knees are knobby and her walk is a bit wonky The foreign woman next door has no right to be...

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Let me sing a foreign song To the hears of my foreign friend Let me dance with foreign moves To the beat of my foreign art She said she believed a foreign friend That came far from a foreign land She speaks calm to the foreign quest And two foreigners look like a regular Sing to me and hear a foreign melody Save me...

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Seafaring Foreigner In steerage on a steamer with Figs conceiving in Vesuvian soil Hidden in a pot of a sturdy trunk Made of hope and adventure. Fear of Sights unseen and joys unbeknownst Of sons and daughters yet. Hazy canyons of skyscraping giants Overshadow brick row houses Hard at work, ethnic pride Shameful bathing, worn-in Clothing and nourishment Beyond the return to Much worse....

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You have stolen my soul O foreigner I have lost self-control O foreigner You have given sweet dream O foreigner My passion turns extreme O foreigner You are so beautiful O foreigner You are so warm and cool O foreigner I am impressed so much O foreigner I long for your sweet touch O foreigner I want your yummy kiss O foreigner You are...

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Useless and awful, Far away from beautiful, Not a friend, not a foe, Minding my life and my woe, Down with the fever of a nympho, I cried ho… ho… ho, When came your eyes toward pointing at my low, Darling unleashed into the jungle of prejudice and honey and silk flows, Enemy of mine with eyes such divine, Cries my heart where...

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Vania Konstantinova was born, lives and works in Sofia. She graduated Classical Ballet in her native town and in Petersburg as well as Polish Philology in Sofia University and Jagiellonian University, Krakow. She's co-author of the poetic book Four Cycles (along with Bozhidar Pangelov). Her collection of short stories Thank You Mister One is published in autumn of 2008. http://www.public-republic.com/vania-konstantinova With...

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In a cutter he sailed This tanned foreign man Muscled and handsome As i watched him step on my island His long brown hair Mm, shoulder length I went weak at the knees Losing my strength The evening drew in As i sat on the beach Admiring his ship Craving his reach When i heard a voice Saying " good evening to you " I turned around And the want...

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A foreigner in my own life A passport not yet stamped The language that is spoken One I don’t understand I slipped across the border An undetected alien No guide that can help Here in this strange land Maybe I needed a visa I should have thought this through I thought it would be easier Didn't know I'd face a coups Situations that plague me No maps or...

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What he bore for me was at a price of what cost? This stranger an foreigner he died at Calvary. This stranger to make me his friend, a foreigner that shared his home. At a great cost his life he paid. Great Stranger, I worship and fall at your feet. No longer estranged nor will I roam from thee....

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I have one and only one profit: I am looking for A particular type Of eyes....

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