Immigrated Poems - Poems about Immigrated

...A Horse and ale The brewery had many horses to carry crates of beer around to small shops, each horse and its driver was assigned a route The horse I liked was shiny black and had been used for ......

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...She had been indoctrinated to believe her country was free But she hit the tripwires, had nowhere to flee She learned the hard way that what she'd been taught were lies from a regime that couldn't......

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... Written: June 10, 2024, For Eve Roper Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1/ The eldest son of a family immigrated to the United States. 2/ I'm a bibliophile. I ......

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...Morning Thoughts Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are still sea green Ten days ago, ......

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...I immigrated to Canada from Greece, in nineteen seventy-one It was the best thing in my life that till that moment I had done Nothing was easy for me since I did not know anyone, I confess The f......

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...If a lighthouse could speak, oh the stories it would tell. Every crack and crevice holds historic truths or tales. What plane had visited its’ sky and waters; what lies beneath its s......

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...Interesting is it not? Not so Grand Children of immigrants from Europe, seeking religious freedom and economic advantage and almost certainly of self-examined HAVE-NOT status, Because, if n......

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...Mass Immigration Once upon a time, there was a mass emigration from Northern Europe to America, caused by social injustice and bitter poverty. 46%n of the population in Norway immigrated to t......

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...Life was harsh for me very harsh from the beginning, in the little village in Greece. We hardly had anything to eat because everything was destroyed by WW2 and by the five years of civil war tha......

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...Every morning is a day of hope Your eyes like a half blossomed flower Swap between life and death While waiting for the executioner's arrival Just a lustful life If a bottle of thirst is sought ......

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...Lucy is not in the sky like you were told. Her feet or on the ground holding a piece of coal. The rocking horse people took her diamond away and smeared marshmallow pie across her narrow......

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...Last Names by Edmund Siejka Whenever I meet someone At a party, a restaurant or in line at a store And the conversation turns to last names I respond politely When they ask What nationality......

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...The history of my family is interesting to me When looking at reasons of why some things I see It seems the German side of the family were Protestant And so couldn’t get on in the Catholic German......

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...Seven hundred and fifty millimeters between worlds- Confined on one side, the enormity of the ocean, a contradiction to the sand on which it sits; artificiality’s extravagance encompassed in ......

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... Here, I am... Retired, Happy, Sitting on the relaxing throne of my age, Reminiscing what I went through in life. A mere spectator I have now become, Observing in silence the works of men, Ha......

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