Migrant Poems - Poems about Migrant

union of voices

they ache from bending hot day picking....
union of voices spanish tongue

in produce fields dusty sweating farmworkers....
wanting needing more bread

Haitian Immigrants And Other Migrant Workers Do Not Eat Pets

Yes, this is a bad joke
Yes, this is a sad comedy
What an irony
What a parody
Smile and smirk, so you won’t be poked
What a hilarious lie! It is a travesty
Immigrants don’t eat pets
They eat beef, chicken, and pork
Like you and me. All bets
Are off. Let’s be serious and dark
Migrant workers are looking for jobs
What a spoiled

migrant life

Quote: “Refugees didn’t just escape a place. They had to escape a thousand memories until they’d put enough time and distance between them and their misery to wake to a better day.” - Nadia Hashimi





Make-Shift tents for lives shifted
existence, I never dreamt
belittled with no future
I stare at rustling
blank white shelter
I I I I I I

I Will Try

dear migrant
where you came from
what did you leave behind
memories moments

dear migrant 
who did you leave behind 
family friends
 
dear migrant 
what dreams did you not find
there
here

dear migrant
neighbor 
liked 
disliked 
wanted 
unwanted
I will never understand you
you or your reality
fully
partially
but I will try 
try my best 
to accept you
somehow
even love you
somehow

< depending on the degree of separation

MIGRANT BOAT

it casts off from the quay 
to cross short stretch of sea   
heading for foreign shore 
with migrants from afar  

they leave place of despair 
to start new life but where
the boat is sitting low 
the swell begins to grow  

and then the sea spills in
passengers panicking
beneath the cold moonlight
the boat

Migrant

Incomers

From the middle east and Africa, people seek European shores
dispossessed and poverty struck, they seek, a better life
a promised life of democracy and work for everyone
Many, when reaching Europe, cross the channel from France
in Britain, thanks to the BBC World program.
Their point of embarkation is Libya, once a successful state
now a rough country laid low

Heraldry of a Summer Migrant

With return to summer tree of berries red -
   he flashes ‘tween the green scene like a trinket;
      celebrant in citrus hues of sunset bled
         it matters not if twilight is delinquent

for he wears the molten shades of end-of-day 

Migrant

I was a lost boy I wasn't talkin'
And I was so small I wasn't eatin'
So I went on my own, my demons I'm beatin'
Three years of silence, no walkin' no fightin'
Up to LA, that's where I'm goin'
Will I return, I can't say without knowin'

I'll go on a boat, and then by a plane, 
and I'll

The Migrant

Who are those wretched people
That toil out in the countryside?
I see them stooping near the earth
Where do they all reside?

There are also little girls and boys
That stroll behind the women.
They clasp dirty broken toys
Why are they not in school?

Who are these common people
That work from dawn to dusk? 
I wonder where they sleep at night
And

A Migrant Bird's Perspective

Jets and planes have conquered the sky 
Just like us, fly over the deep blue ocean
They have copied us, use avian highways 
But, why are the  singles  unable to fly?
They have made mechanical giants
Which will carry  many of them. 
A pilot navigates the way
They will sit in comfort 
Happily drinking champagne 
Once

Migrant Birds

Birds

                                          Fly

            

Migrant Workers and Street Children

Migrant workers and street children
Tarek Hasan

I do not sleep on eyes
Early action is away on leave
I have the luxury of back pain.

I did not question my race today
Abroad my identity?
Most of the walls are stained the conscience of the question
Minded as unwanted, what is the worst?

There is still the heart of the depression fall down.
Logo people

The Migrant of Venice

I sit in a tent, rain pouring down
My children are crying, no food to eat.
My spirit is failing, starting to drown,
Hands clasped in prayer, my God to entreat.

My homeland has perished, corruption and war.
Our houses destroyed, our lives ripped apart.
Inhuman brutality to even the score
The only choice left was to make a new start.

I am

Female Migrant

The Female Migrant
A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten
Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life 
into her and he was no longer alone. 
Bought her sexy underwear skirt and blouse and
a bicycle pump and no longer did he bother going out 
drinking beer with his fellow officers.
A perfect little

Migrant Tears

Migrants Tears

They tried to shoot me
Then rape me
Then enslave me
I am empty inside
Where shall be my refuge?
Is there any humanity left in this world?
You, with your earthy comforts and peace
Why do you fear me?
You, who has not seen war, why scorn me?
I am you, I AM YOU a human seeking only tranquility
Yet you belittle me
I

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