Metaphor Immigration Poems | Examples
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My Blood, Polluted
My Face, Masked
My Name, Silenced
Inferiority, My master
Adaptation, My Inheritance
Assimilation, My Friend
One day from this hell I’ll escape
To the hell of the lesser disgrace
I’m fed up with the country of apes
Imitating they are human race
Their antics are no more a fun
How the apes idolize alpha male
Is painful to watch, so I’ll run
There’s no reason to stay, no avail
However, the more decent hell
Is way too much overprotected
If you lack the most horrible bio to tell
Most likely, soon you’ll be directed
Back to where you come from, because
This superior hell is considered asylum
For the millions of seekers, and those
Who slip through and police never finds them
Between these two hells there’s a space
With a runaway line to the skies
There’s no promise if I get my place
But to find it I’ll pay any price
Though you can sneer: both hells
Is an overused, flat metaphor
Mate, I’m glad you can’t hear those bells
See, another one’s coming, and more.
An estimated 75,000 immigrants live in Los Angeles,
All transplants from Mexico,
No, they’re not who you think.
They stand in rows along the famous LA streets,
A promotional idea of real estate developers.
No more native than the Dodgers baseball team.
The idea came from the French Riviera
Where these palm trees were also transplanted
And intended to portray glitz and glamour.
Symbols of the “City of Angels”,
You will see them in many films shot there
By directors, actors, and studio executives.
Many of them were immigrants too.
Deep in coiled chambered hearts
mortal designs conspire
in arcane chamber hearts
pump isometric drugs
the cathode ray desires
as electric images expire
what are the strange
things that toil in the Dark
idle thoughts and brittle bones conspire
like ancient snow graced by divinities
of apathy in oblivion
cast in shards of cruel inner demons
accessing cathartic chambered hearts
pump isometric drugs as photons collide
reside as something coils
in mortal minds deep chambered hearts
as electric image expire!
MIGRATING
Juana and I sit on the fence,
swing our legs,
throw seeds for birds,
check nests for eggs.
Juana,
like the migrating bird
that traveled mile upon mile,
is here now too,
but I hope she stays longer
than the bird that flew.
Seeing you in the soft blue
looking for the outline
I feel your quickly shifting silhouette
Watching your passing sigh
Knowing your shadows of soft shade
Feeling it tender as the moonlight
Seeing you in the flickering night
Tracing your filigree in the soft sounds
In your touch I hear heaven
At your center seeing the warmth
Of your humor seeing you
In the soft blue hue
A light that radiates from you
What a work is man
between his heart and hand
gives birth to creations art
imagery cast around like pages
torn from young gods grimoire
Drifting across unknown sands
Distant forgotten space
what a work is man
the image of the master plans
cast in flesh of a dreaming god
At rest
a drift on the oceans
of midnight seas
what is this the art of man
Life is like the ocean,
Vulnerability is your sail,
Hope is the wind that propels you,
To the land that's known so well.
Trees are made of stone and glass,
Stretching high up in the air,
Concrete paths replace the grass,
Their people have no fear.
They walk with all their might,
To a place they do not know,
Peddling their wired wheels,
To a destination untold.
To prosper is their glory,
Their shrines are built so tall,
To stand beneath the mortar,
One can feel a bit small.
Pay no mind to them in a rush,
Their always on the move,
Don't try to slow them down though,
They can be a little bit Rude.
I believe they truly mean well,
In the efforts that they make,
But only the old man in the desert,
Or the famous fortune teller,
Can make that claim.
So if you have a week or two,
And you want to see the sites,
You should raise your sail with glory,
So hope can blow you in tonight.
R.K.H
10/24/2021
Wings,
springs and metallic Strings
flesh and bone;
Nails...
In stone.
Sliver shone;
On Blackened Sand death has ran…
Skulls and auto things; blood and sweat...
Blue tears flown
across a desert of Red;
Alone.
Death had ran
under a dark sun
with wings made
of Sting and Metallic Springs!
Sharp the need
burning the bitter weed
burnt offerings in
fragments of imagery
feeling the spice sweet
dreams come
nice as the world swims
out of view
the light feeds on the pain
as if on cue feelings curl
around my spine
as the monsters crawl
were all is pain
smoldering lighting
erupts the vain
the poison seeps
on the nerves optically
burn the sweet spice
turn feelings
harrowing or serene
burrows deep
my spine sharp
but nice
burning the bitter weed
sharp is the need
cold stars shown down
deep into the outer voids
night skies
drifting dreams
keep shifting across
desolate planes
distant dark rains
gather the insane
drifting down
light flickers
deep moon glows
azure hues fall
Sapphire stars shown cold
a far cry distance in the hall
funeral pyre lights
a void
eternal
in the nostalgic night
as stories are told
drifting and dreaming
shifting across wasted planes
falling dark deep
rains
lightning flickers insane
We had all joy & Jill in school I remember
We had all craze and blaze in college I remember
Getting my first job I was on cloud nine I remember
Growing up and old I had a lot of dreams I remember
Making more friends I was so glad I remember
Shaking no hands I was treated as an alien I remember
Doing that were a very few I remember
More than the bad there are people good I remember
The day I met her I remember
“…Forever, is a long rapid jump How?, just one second, sometimes!
As a mortgage home, the house of thousand rooms just gets paid on interest multiplies as the Rabbit”
2/4/2020
The Meld of Muses Poetry Contest
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The land floating in ocean far in the south
It is Australia as British people thoughts
The aboriginals in the land full of doubts
Making different calls as different people saw
Clearly, Guards of kangaroo do the best jobs:
Every human asylum seeker has been stopped
The Liberals step forward to declare the scroll
An immigrant's deal is completely adopted
Australia is accelerating moving to the south
Far far away from the hemisphere north
I left my heart in Thessaloniki;
I left my love by the Aegean Sea.
What in the world,
what in the world,
is happenin' to me?