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Huts Poems - Poems about Huts


Premium Member Idyllic Island
After the party on the boat, I fell into a deep slumber; I knew not what had happened. I woke up on a tropical island, my hands and legs tied with ropes. Carrying out CPR on me, the people there saved my life almost from the jaws of death. Serving all the delicacies they had, they made me a guest of theirs. Though...

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Categories: huts, 4th grade, boat,
Form: Free verse
African Huts and Hearts
"African huts and hearts" Give me some mud, Give me some dry grass, Give me some tree trunks, And let the thatching begin This roof over us is home. I smell sweat, I see smoke, Tough strong women, With drums of water on their heads. Bold men as tough as their herds A typical site of my beautiful land. Excitement and laughter As uGogo shares stories With her grand...

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Categories: huts, africa, appreciation, black african
Form: Bio



Premium Member Nepal's Daughters Isolation Huts
Asphyxiated and found dead Raped and found dead Unsure what happened, and found dead Nepali women found dead Snake bitten and found dead Eaten by tigers and found dead Left in a small dark menstrual hut And found dead Nepali women found dead Shunned and labelled unclean Ostracized for the wonderful way God has insured they can have babies Asphyxiated, raped, snaked, and frozen And found dead....

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Categories: huts, society,
Form: Free verse
A Woman
A woman is strong. She is loving and wise. She endures, She moves hearts, She laughs and she cries. She nurtures, She commends, She supports and she mends. All for the sake of her children and friends. A woman does all this, And yet, She suffers the dreaded menstruation. In modern countries, She can go to the store and buy things like tampons, Tampons and pads. Then she'll be on...

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Categories: huts, deep, endurance, for her,
Form: Lyric
In the Hills of Seven Huts
In the hills of seven huts, Where war is either a place or surname, And dreams are translated into numbers, And a number became a gambler's sad song, I found God breathing through the pine trees. Orchards in the hills shivered in winter's palms, Golden oranges plucked for city bazaars, A young leaf wanted to go along, Discontented orange tree held it back. A...

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Categories: huts, adventure, analogy, appreciation, art,
Form: ABC



Beach Huts
The sun has set and left me here bones stretching out towards the heart of the heat as my spine cracks across the sand I press my lips together and taste the salt on the air the black mist on the sea the promise on the wind that reassured me that you’d come back to me...

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Categories: huts, longing,
Form: Free verse

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