Short Haiti Poems
Short Haiti Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Haiti by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Haiti by length and keyword.
Boom! was all we heard
houses sunk into the earth
the foul smell of death
Another heavy blow
upon the Caribbean home
earthquake took it's toll
eap-DISASTER
When disaster befalls a people;
In the midst of desperation
And the mountains of frustrations
With the mercy of divine intercession
By the kindness of neighbors restoration
Eap-Earthquake disaster in Haiti –January 2010
Homes are destroyed
A terrible catastrophe leaves families without warmth or food
It shakes down poor children and takes their parents
The survivors are struggling for another meal... and the beast,
It leaves utter devastation behind but echoes with its leftovers
I pray dear God to grant reprieve
To Haitian brother in dire need.
Spirit, instill a strength divine,
Transform his heart as loving Guide.
May healing hands inspire hope,
May grace and love our prayers provoke.
Raise Haiti’s head, with conqu’ring faith
You will prevail, you will prevail. Amen.
Scars For Haiti
The tears of my tears splatter into flames
My eyes starve from fidgeting forces falling
floors
Though, they say life occurs in cycles
Mr. Matthew came and it was not even for a
miss
The grounds left to wail for the lost bliss.
- Olaoluwa Ola-Williams.
2016.
# Kunta
# ForHaiti
Form:
Haiti is in rubble today, quaking in the carnage
Poor and rich share in the destruction
Families lost, to be no more
Orphaned children with no protector of their person
Death lies in wait, along the crumpled streets
A wailing is heard around the world for the loss of the capital
Quaking rippled across the sea
Come, come help the suffering!
We saw blood on the leaves
Yeah! Blood filling the roots
Our ancestors hanging from trees
Their blood flowing out to the slave seas
Chained crews taken
To the cane fields
Haiti toppled from the outside, see reels
Shaken down to it’s knees
What they set out to achieve
Ain't no lie, ain't no dream
The enslaved Screamed
Our Blood on the leaves
Copyright March 4, 2023 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
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Taboo
I can't keep my eyes off
Your rosy peach complexion
Just hanging in the warm
Haitian breeze...
So close but firmly shut.
Guarded by your spiky skin
As if to say wait for you to ripen
under the hot August sun.
To see you smile with
black pearls exposed,
To see you smile
Open and ready
to be plucked...
I want you if only to die
by your poisonous embrace.
Just to taste the nutty flavor
on my tongue. Oh, eight weeks
will be too long.