Refugees Poems - Poems about Refugees

Refugees I know of a forest where all trees are equally tall and the distance between them is strangely wide is so they can get the same amount of sun and rain will fall evenly on plants and mossy ground. Trees grow fast here next year, harvested and a new sling planted. For the birds, rabbits, and foxes that...

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Physicists speak of entropy Beatles sing, ‘Let it be’ From war zones, refugees flee Folks just want to live free ...

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Comrades, we still live under the stars for many years, People identify us Lankan Tamil refugees, No passport, no visa and no citizenship here's, ...

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Where have you gone gentle dreamers? Where is the humanity you thought you knew so well? When did they change and how they lost their luster? How did you turn into a resolute refugee? You finally found their true nature, West is a paper dove, reeks of cruelty, you have only yourself to count on, fearsome dreamer. When did...

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Garands are real scatters dispelled refugees people and they knew...

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Listen my friends to the bells that tinkle and jankle The early and spontaneous arrival of autumn, It is a painful and unusual surprise for the birds, Which wanted to dawdle among the weak reeds. Tonight, the sun will disappear surreptitiously sooner. The schoolboys are unhappy. They refuse to utter a word. Their parents are elated to see how time is...

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Years ago bold the Sun Saffron lands The waters depths plagued our mind East was once a golden hue The winds came gently The August people steered their heads converse as one We were at peace to the west West is the best Gold behests the streets The Golden crowds free at last...

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Eastwards Westwards we know the direction Playing tricks with the mind We thought we knew the best Down Convents Hill the stone Angels sing Desertion is not even an option open the flanks play your banjo In evening we have everything to gain in the holy calm the marble passages past our golden days...

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The Russian refugees When the war ended in 1945 and the German army surrendered when the local Nazis were arrested the whores had had their hair shorn; peace arrived with stark poverty and need. My mother got a newspaper round, and the pay was negligible, but she got bags of old newspaper, pressed looking like bricks and warming when autumn...

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The kids are just fine On this Wednesday eve Our lives intertwine Until one takes leave On this Wednesday eve We huddle in the waste Until one takes leave From this bombed-out place They’re readied for school Packed up for the day Ballet class in tule Then we hurry away Packed up for the day The evacuations begin Then we hurry away From the siren’s din Distraught by expectations Life’s daily demands Guiding...

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From the dark arenas of violence, from the shackles of oppression, from a land reeking of the smell of blood, they flee bloodied and bruised. these scraps of humanity, alienated from their moorings, have no possessions other than the sky above and some inches of land to curl up that they carry with them as they move. before them gapes...

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As seeds, of a cold windswept hand Now rooted in your land What, growing up as wildflowers Were, too, called foreigners. Displaced themselves, are not these For road-blown refugees Not worth that time-budding chance Cultured landscapes enhance?...

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there is long smile hidden in me the bee that sweetens your honey wearing a mask I'm too dark to be seen and tomorrow awaits the end of my dusk I am a sad happy person who life has taught a lifetime best lesson I stand on my toes with not fear of a fall knowing the smooth ground will embrace...

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As They Flee As they flee, those families Grasping onto one another, Have given up that extra valise, (All the news reporters note) To keep arms free To carry Babes and pets — The beloved of the truly Civilized — ready To leave their cars jammed By their leaving; choosing To go on for miles, To go on, as refugees Walking the many miles, Abandoning the material...

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. for public domain Let them feel the love that they don't feel in a boxcar on a train. Take their hands unsteady as they are. Let them feel welcome home. All they've seen is caravans and roads, so many people on their way, runnin' scared, their children in their arms, nowhere safe to pass the night. So let us please open up a...

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