Short Immigrant Poems
Short Immigrant Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Immigrant by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Immigrant by length and keyword.
Immigrant Jacob Epstein
became a 'sir' in due time
Sculptured bronze portrait bust
his Coventry St Michael is a 'must'
Painer John Singleton Copley
slow earnest,self-taught you see
From an immigrant so poor
to successwith portraiture*
*https://www.johnsingletoncopley.org/
Donald Trump is just as clear as can be
Immigrant children must be caged, not free!
Trump wants them all whipped
Before they are shipped
But "not on my watch" ruled Judge Dolly Gee!
Trump Really Recalcitrant
Not pertaining to Trump is irrelevant;
He was mad and became recalcitrant,
Brain oblique;
Likes to leak,
And ignores if you are an immigrant.
Jim Horn
Immigrant bodies pile up in Texas
After building a wall from ‘freedom’ glass
Green card for hard labour
Slave on dearest neighbour
Watch your companions expire en masse
17th July 2019
Growing Up Sub-Zero
looking down at all my childhood hero's
lifeline crossing borderlines we immigrant we gotta make our peso dinero
Im growing up in a hot neighborhood yet it can get cold hearted SUB-ZERO.
Track on track and steel on steel; built America’s railroads.
Immigrant sweat, in the noonday sun, hammered out miles of track.
The masterpiece of human ingenuity forever rolls.
IMMIGRANT
I always remember that I am an immigrant
I believe you are always innocent
Life is sometimes boring, sometimes magnificent
Are you thinking everything is imminent
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando November 19, 2016
'Your goose is cooked'
I told Azizi
"My what is what?"
He questioned me
'Your goose is cooked'
softly repeated
Azizi frowned
He looked defeated
I wondered why
he couldn't see
his goose in my oven
of transparency
Caught in the time between eternity
and non existent.
I live in imagination's tender grasp.
An illegal immigrant.
I don't belong here in this bliss.
I don't deserve a feeling like this.
Impulsively I glance down . . .
The fire
Is real.
administration argued asylum
children court criminal
detention families
federal government illegal
immigrant judge
parents question seekers
separated succeed
Trump unconstitutional
victory violates
June 25, 2018
Form:
little you know an immigrant
coming at age twenty fully educated at not a cost to you
learn the language and save mount of dollars to clean your floors
must be a reason they came to to your country of amendments
not written in stone if only you could see the suffering
At five of the clock an immigrant species from the Raj speaks,
"woort tooo - teee tau", a grey maharajah on our hopper window
waking us up to another sunny, hot English summer's day we dream about
or have nightmares as is our want; remembering or misremembering our childhoods.
let freedom ring in every thought
for love of country and what it costs
waving strong, red, white and blue
in every heart, the colors wave true
bring me your tired, your hungry, your meek
every immigrant who asylum seeks
from coast to coast this anthem sings
in every heart let freedom ring
just bought three bananas from the corner bodega for a dollar
to send on his way the sweat of a kitchen the immigrant
ducks from hudson almost canada we know our plucks
and the foie gras a science
why me as mostly do not eat meat to over feed the liver
but a kidney I will enjoy with cream and morels.
The murder get due process
The rapist get due process
The predator get due process
But an illegal immigrant cannot
get due process
Where is the justice
Have we become a
Nation of lawless
People
God forbid
Lord I am a descendents
of force immigrants
Slaves
Help the people who "want" to be here
Despair Not Fair and Everywhere
Disruption and disobedience were in despair;
Wondering why God did not appear to be fair;
Poorly painted,
And tainted;
Misery and suffering would exist everywhere.
Jim Horn
Here we are just after Christmas and a poor
immigrant child died. Wonder what will be
next.
Despair Not Fair and Everywhere
Disruption and disobedience were in despair;
Wondering why God did not appear to be fair;
Poorly painted,
And tainted;
Misery and suffering would exist everywhere.
Jim Horn
Here we are just after Christmas and a poor
immigrant child died. Wonder what will be
next.
TENACIOUS BONDS
Stashed for years in between pages now yellow
Hordes of dry brown leaves slithered out, mellow
Filling air with balmy scent and familiar rustle
of distant shores, threw immigrant couple in disarray
A call from yonder rooted in lands faraway
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Date Jan 11 2017
Ernesto
Immigrant, friend, poet, dreamer
Native son of Solano, Nueva Vizcaya
Lover of haiku, senryu and chicken barbecue
I feel happy, with my life; sad, when one’s loss; angry, when betrayed
I fear snakes, dark, and crowded places
I would like to visit Canada, America and Australia
Legal resident of Athens, Greece
Santiago
Carolyn Devonshire and Entire
Much time two women had spent;
Problems possessed by immigrant;
Good looking lasses,
In aviator glasses,
And they never had to live in a tent.
Jim Horn
About Homeland Security loser and
Fox News Female Reporter who wore
aviator glasses.
Always interesting writing poems about
current affairs and news.
punctured, onward continue to quit decision's to make second guessing a moment ,
wit a wound wide opened by sliding the cold shoulder's lap first but enlightened by composure, intellect wasted misuse's of time the truth withheld to prove ill state vs. denial of a mans prime singled too proud deviating the lost to worship no man who lives under trial.
Ere Kyser
was Kaiser
or Söze
the records
a german
germaine
an immigrant
they granted him
a pass
some eight generations past
first, depressing
later, repressing
regressing
turning generational curse to blessing
and now messing
and fiddling
with rhyming and riddling
for an extended verbal stint
roger that
with another Jeff
and all the
usual suspects
The Immigrant
Seeking solace.
Seeking a home.
The immigrant finds,
rotten prejudice.
Fungal anger.
The immigrant,
alone, hoping for,
A solitary chance.
To belong.
The immigrant,
alone, always,
an outside entity.
Eternal outcast.
A viral threat.
A reeking odour.
The immigrant,
ever alone,
and alone knowing,
that no place exists,
but that lost home.
Form:
You came here
Wishing on a wish
Nothing more
Now you know
Wishes lack form
Something lost
Still you wish
Upon a dream
Lost soul here
I see you
Struggle to live
I grief
You see me
Failing to give
Lost brief
Words fail fast
No much to say
Both gone
Here's the tip
Immigrant trip
Sip drips
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2019
Singapore