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Kiev Poems - Poems about Kiev


Ukraine Poems
These are poems for Ukraine and Ukrainians. We Are Here by Michael R. Burch “We are here.” – Volodymyr Zelensky We are here. Were are here. And we won’t disappear. We are here. We are here. We are here. We are here. Have no fear, our position is clear. We are here. We are here. We are here. And yet we need help. Will earth’s...

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Categories: kiev, butterfly, child, children, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The World Is Watching
The world is watching with bated breath, while an unforsaken slaughter takes place A man with no soul, an angel of death There is no escape from this labyrinth, only terror he brings to his own race The world is watching with bated breath With rage, pent-up frustration, and faith Good men do their part, fighting to replace, a man with no...

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Categories: kiev, analogy, anger, angst, corruption,
Form: Villanelle



Kiev
Kiev in the shadow of early spring Winds off the lake lands and Reinvented again... Something of a new dream, new And improved like magic with The waves of a hand just like Tribal spirits breathing the Breathe of new life... I am now redeemed... Waling the river’s edge and Feeling love for the first time In my life... My heart is at peace with it's Self-tonight... Kiev in...

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Categories: kiev, dream, feelings, peace,
Form: Free verse
City of Kiev
The world is alit City of Kiev it starts with you burning for your right to freedom of assembly and of humanity. Crumbling from strong arm tactics and corruption Police roll down the street beating the young, old, and weak. Wannabe Russian Dictator that is your President Yanukovych. Viktor, resign and run to your Russian master! FSB guide the Police...

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Categories: kiev, change, corruption, history, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
39 Lomonossov St., Kiev 252101, Ukraine
A horde of weary eyes at the false fountain of youth in demo against the fading of the majestic night; their hushed voice vibrates against my seat, as I enjoy the skyline while the silver moon, secretly sips my ice-cold compote. That strange looks somehow touch my own sadness, humming with the cold breeze of gentle wind and the yelling of sweet Babushka; I...

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Categories: kiev, life, nostalgia, people, places,
Form: Narrative




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