Poland Poems - Poems about Poland

Humanity is destined to dissolve when fear consumes the minds of timid kings. Such pandering lets lunacy evolve and impotence is forced to face its sting. An evil wind, with blustering conceit, embarks to stage aggressions at your gate, ‘tis but...Read the rest...

For soon the rains of destiny will fall as innocence capitulates its soul. Aggression sealed your fears within a wall to let disease and hunger take their toll. Your rank-and-file dissolved into the night with nary whisper echoing their names, ‘tis...Read the rest...

A blitzkrieg wipes your innocence away and only heaven’s hand can help you now. Your counterparts lie trepid to the fray, for they can sense the wolfen on the prowl. Oh dear Poland, there’ll be no recompense as death, unbridled,...Read the rest...

Poland’s shopping center in crooked house, Showplace of Sopot, fairytale, right Klaus? A crazy look. Shop with books. Where I bought my favorite blue blouse....Read the rest...

LORD, I humbly greet Thee who got me up, gifted me another DAY God in THREE PERSONS: Father, Son, Spirit, I love Thee as YOU first loved me I have a prayer list, and "P" countries, for...Read the rest...

Frozen chaos painted the widows pristine sky blue seen through ice icicle patterns spirals and swirls We opened the door and stepped outside “Jesus it’s cold” your breath the only cloud Upon the fields of snow no footprint touched the freezing glitter...Read the rest...

Luella May Poland 1907-1922 The ocean sings my sad refrain. Sings as the lapsing afternoon Turns to twinkling twililight. It sings the polyphonic notes and harmonies Of a life at once wondrous and magical And then tragic. The soft but harsh music...Read the rest...

Snow falls on the brittle leaves of birch trees, their branches miraculously overlooked by the December wind. It makes a sound like the marching feet of scary Germans rushing through Poland. Snow, mixed with freezing rain, falls hard...Read the rest...

' Me & my pal Ginsberg arrive in Poland, now more artisticly able from coffee-blood and sleep deprivation. I hear him say: "If you can speak your heart, speak, but make sure you do it...Read the rest...

An Indonesian flag is a Polish flag upside down. The capital of Jakarta is a long way from Warsaw town. On the islands of Sumatra, Java, and Borneo, sauerkraut and kielbasa is something they don’t know. Has the average...Read the rest...

camped out behind the baltic sea the making of me washes up apon blood soaked stones of cunning tides behind the vacant graves apon our burial ground silence abode all movement abroad...Read the rest...

A steam locomotive rusted to tracks lies in a ditch to bury A kousa on a yard sale, final; B&B rotted with soil pouring forth, the roots exposed no longer able to absorb the sweet life flowing from the nozzle. The sky turned...Read the rest...