Kenya Poems - Poems about Kenya

Am just but a foriegner ,in this vile land, I find no comfort,i see no peace, This is alien,the food tasteless, The water salty,the trees dry quick. Am just but a traveler ,passing through this valley, No hope nor future,am doomed to death, I cant uprooot a grass,the mountains i cant shake , The custom is weak ,their grace a nuisance. Am just...

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There is this universal respect For Kenya, before it becomes a colony A land where rich and poor alike Knew no divide, only unity. You see This is the beauty of Kenya: Diverse in their ways of life Yet bound by unreserved love and kindness. Like threads woven into a vibrant fabric Each Kenyan heart...

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From the lofty snowcapped peaks of Kilimanjaro The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace, No need to hurry, this is not a race, Beads of sunlight dancing across the glistening dew. As the plains of Amboseli reveal their golden hue, There's movement spied where none existed moments prior, A herd of Zebra lounging in their elegant attire, The lush...

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Kenya kangaroo flying colorful kaleidoscope kite gnawing nimble gnashy night crawlers on Nairobi’s night enticing enthusiastic Englewood eagles, filling them with excite making melodious music, merrymaking magic as they might...

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Artisan from Kenya worked hard on my locket. I thought I had lost it, but it was in my pocket. Have had many compliments on this one-of-a-kind treasure. It has gemstones of ivory, opal, and it shines beyond measure. I doubt that I will ever meet the craftsman in this world. But this locket is valued, the gemstones are swirled. Artisan...

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no sun like an African sun her waters turn a pinkish red are those zebras or unicorns? nothing surprises me here Kenya is a magical place center of the world...

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Born in Mambo Thiari, the street of my homeland Kenya. With wildlife attractions that you can witness Of the results from the earth's splitting force Obama’s father is from the same soil. Close encounters with Africa's hardest hunt To the world, Kenya is leading the force. As a safari destination, we have no remorse. From the gorgeous, captivating plains To awe-inspiring mountain ranges With...

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I’ve heard tell of some suicide cult in Kenya; Poor folk pledged to starve themselves to death For God’s glory, and so malevolent surgeons Can harvest their organs for profit in trade. Well, I’ve been to Kenya, and I can say this: Mombasa seemed quite exotic with its Sculpted elephant tusk archway granting Unfettered access to the Year...

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Be Not Afraid When God Says so everything is permitted The genocide on screens was sanctioned from heaven 800 acres 800 graves In the name of God Their Journey was hastened The heavens were opened "I saw visions of God." Ezekiel was preaching Be not Afraid The Government has faith The chief was ordained His cup was brimming A ...

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My women are Tragic My women are as cute as kittens My women are tired of the pussy My women still don’t give me their kitty’s My women say I am privileged and entitled My women wash my face to serve my meals My women are tragic, and I don’t love them for it My women are tragic My women...

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This is not just talk This is not just thought I really mean it I really Am It Kenyan You may not understand how Kenyan Mimi mgenge mimi ni genge Kenya is my religion The altar to my being The mother to my generations All father when I am in need But this does not mean That I am...

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I quit I throw my hands down and sit, sometimes they called for reconciliation without justice They called for justice without truth Now they ask for prayer without confession, umpteenth, it chafes Has dishonesty made you inadequate to let go the desecration infringement negligence graft shame of these violations which bake violence? Yet another fifth year our memo calls us to speak See how they dance under a canopy...

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Ramah Prince looked at the warped ruler in his hands and felt sparkly. He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved deserted Kenya with its ordinary, open oceans. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone....

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I was asked why I always Give kids on my streets few shillings Even though The street has no memory It will kill me when it needs It is really selfish I answered They have held it together That’s better than I would I recognise I am a day away One bad day away from Waking up...

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I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father With whom he didn’t go farther: an absolutely Black Papa Describing not the Diaspora Rappa, His loudest trumpets for Jomo, As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo: Safer A self –reclaiming returnee Than an ever groping escapee: Better Kenya’s social leper Than an American on paper And heard have I of his unique white...

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