Foreigner Poems | Examples

Little Jackie Foreigner

     Little Jackie Foreigner
     Was not born here
     Now he’s in Queens, a New Yorker… 

     He says, ‘Vote for Mamdani
     He’s sure to protect me
        ~ though I’m not a progressive like he’

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.

Foreigner

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
    route trapped as a foreign national.

A Foreigner

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 works
His breath turned us into flesh
In the end the breath will be claimed
And the clay home where it belongs

The Foreigner

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 settled in Portugal, a country he knew little about
low wages, and he could get by with his modest pension.
He bought a ruin, fixed it up, and had a home of his own.
He never learned the language, can go to a café, no need to speak.
He had planned to live out in his house, but elderliness and illness
stopped this dream.
He sold his house moved in with his partner,
 she has a big flat
and he helps pay the bills.
Life is good, but when he closes his eyes, his thoughts go back
to his small house and a dog, he had.

The Foreigner Next Door

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 here 
She doesn't fit in so she stays out of sight 
She has no mates, always mutters to herself 
We want her out, she's not one of us 
Let's egg her house for a laugh and scare the pants off her
So they pelted my door with rotten eggs then posted dog poo through the mail slot 
While I remained quiet as a dormouse 
and prayed they would just let me be
The natives glozed over their mean deeds
And claimed they meant no offense 
My hands were tied, what with being odd man out 
So I chose to feign indifference, and passed the baton to the Gods of karma
While I laid back to feast on a larger slice
Of this local brand of hospitality

Foreigner

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 from been a toreador
Fighting for love in a strange land
Call me my name and sing my pedigree

Seafaring Foreigner

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.

O Foreigner

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 the one I miss O foreigner

I am waiting for you O foreigner
You are my love’s guru O foreigner

The Foreigner

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 did you go?
Agony of mine, my red wine,
Where did you go?
Thought you I will die,
Without you I won’t survive,
O you ugly thief I erase you,
I raise you,
To my lips in your last breath and kiss you softly like we never met,
O you monstrous Jonah I forgive you,
For breaking in and jinxing my kismet,
Drown in the sea or,
Lie awake by your death,
Leave quietly or,
Shoot some in the air,
Tell you bizarre foreigner I don’t care,
When I raise you to my lips to kiss softly and stare.

With All the Homesickness of the Foreigner

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 all the Homesickness of the Foreigner

"You'll present me one Paris
with all the homesickness of the foreigner"
Vania Konstantinova

He's looking for a job,
but has no shirt,
Rose,
and expectation even in the pocket.
Whether sometimes he doesn't bend
to look how the Seine passes slowly?
Whether it's cold
(that's an author's thought)?
In this circus gleam only
the blue glimmer of the knives
(which yesterday were pawned).
It's a French movie.

Paris is somewhat little
for one grief
and nothing.

Compared with your arm.

Foreigner

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 GPS
No clues to the future
Or immunity from stress

I need an eponymous agreement
A neutral intervention
To get me back to reality
To block this blind perception

A trifarious situation
Pointing every way but out
A  situation that’s hopeless
Of this I have no doubts

a Stranger and Foreigner

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.

The Cold War: Foreigner Policy

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

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