Migration Poems - Poems about Migration

... Swirling through the frostlike air, Hesitating long enough to compare Sunlight’s joy and moon’s gentle stare Whirling through the bitter dawn, Silencing the whispers who feed on… ......Read More

...Canadian Geese flying south and trucks on the highway jostle for space in my ears. The trucks remind me of where I am in time and place, while the geese remind me of a lifetime of here and n......Read More

... Fading blossoms drooping low in abeyance Arouse Summer’s suspicions that now Autumn Races forward, seeking Summer’s abdication. Even as the birds plan their migratio......Read More

... Aliens have recently taken over my mind They're a friendly lot, they are Obsessed by the pretty women we have And the love of our fancy cars They say they're thinking of migrating......Read More

...I saw Pop sitting just outside the veranda, slumped over in his wheelchair, his limp left arm tied to the chair’s railing. He looked up and waved with his good hand. “Sara!” he called with delight.......Read More

...Time Machine I sometimes wonder about migration, is there a moment when doors are closed and the bus leaves the station Sorry folks, the country is full. One of the reasons people from Pakistan ......Read More

... It’s a beautiful landscape of Serengeti animal refuge, Near a parched savannah with skeleton trees, lies a water hole, You see a beautiful picture of animal kingdom paradise, Elephants, zebras, ......Read More

...spotted sky dotted this cacophony of crows a murder plotted......Read More

...In the depths of the Mediterranean's embrace, Where waves and sorrow interlace, A tragic tale unfolds each passing day, Of lives lost, dreams shattered, swept away. Ten souls, on average, me......Read More

...The Conditions of Living Stark organisations of my observations Respond to beauty with pure elation Instead of chronic devastation Process the abject consternation From contrived over-satur......Read More

...Now that I am home Home and home and home The porch is my outside Lucky me 3 stories high The mesa to my left Mount Zion to my right On my narrow porch Spring greens oh my Time to watch a......Read More

... I heard them call before dawn's light Avian flocks filling the sky Time for annual migration On pinions they rose to great height For a shift in weather was nigh Keeping their V-shaped forma......Read More

... The child of a certain perception, Among your kinfolks poor reception, You just can’t endure irritation: It could make you leave your own nation, White men’s world declare your new station, F......Read More

...The sound of hooting and shouting behind the steering wheel sends a cascade of traffic crawling down the street while two men arguing about time started a heated debate in front of the gate. None of ......Read More

...You can tell when something is over, you can see it flying over your shoulder; you can tell when something is over, there are just something’s that you cannot do over. You bend and you mend, you stre......Read More