Short Motherland Poems
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Trump held a Bible in his hand
(A book he does not understand)
He took an oath
Yet betrayed both
The people and his motherland
Swallows migrate South...
dark birds in a starless sky
mourning motherland.
Entered in Raul Moreno's contest, " Tattered Wings "
Affluent
Motherland
Enjoying
Riches
In
Continued
Abundance
---Princefreakasso
{Artist and Poet}
She weeps
The widowed motherland
This country bleeds
The stupid jacob zuma years
Then azania dreams no more
Azania:the afro-centric name of south africa
the stiff clouds
still
wringing their hands, but
hearing your sweet voice,
through
the motherland
where
the
colorful seagulls
flap their long wings
over dry land
Each day I awake
Safe in your embrace
Spellbound again
By your beautiful face
Where I see my dreams traced
In a magical place
North America –
My motherland
Lady of grace
Then land of rivers is my motherland –
I love her greenery even her sand!
In every season she wears a new dress
And of course she changes her mood to impress!
Her air of villages is so fresh
Anyone will love my Bangladesh!
I am made of mango, peaches and lime.
Mango for the motherland I come so sweetly from
Peach for my compassion and endless supply of love
Lime because I am sour with a twist-
I’ll kiss my knuckles before throwing my fist.
India
Impressive rich culture,
Intense architecture,
imbibe a sense of pride,
Ideation trumpets.
Intrepid patriots
indeed for motherland,
in vivid colours smile.
Written Feb 27th, 2017
For contest "Pleiades I" by Kim
To think of the days that are still to come,
Where counts one’s heart in this narrow world,
The sun has set and lights grow dim.
Here falls the night there goes my day;
But I, a prey have illusions to form,
Of the bitter core in my motherland.
The play has reached its climax.
The spectators are getting frightened.
O hero, it's high time you came to kill the villains;
it's high time you rescued your motherland;
it's high time you declared loudly:
'O mother, my soil, don't cry more
because I've returned.'
Dark color angel , she speaks before the wind;
Dark color angel , her hope is in her skin;
Dark color angel., cheese illuminous;
Birth from heaven the motherland;
She is the mother, the womb of all Mankind;
5/23/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
A child collects some sand with hand
And so he calls it "motherland".
To some sand, castles are built high
Flowers are grown for dewy morn
Flags are furled in cloudy sky
But by fort's flag the flower's forlorn.
Children gather some sand with hands
And so they call it "motherlands".
Form:
The profoundest love that is ever made
Is the love of motherland, dears
That makes us bold and brave,
And waves off all our fears,
It turns men into humankind,
And they reason of their creation find
Love of land infuses in them celestial breath
Which keeps them alive even after death.
Hidden spirits motherland,
destructions chosen horror.
Decayed barren grounds,
ravaged territories dilapidation.
Debris leftover magnetic fields,
crawls nuclear poisons contamination.
Ruins
graphics
stand
strongly
obscure.
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Ending the life of the innocents
Both sexes and ages you destroy, to
Offer widows and inconsolable orphans;
Lamentation and mourning to my motherland
Africa
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Thinking about the past
I used to fly in the sky
Dedicated my vivacity
To serve the motherland
Through tough, silly,
Joyful days along the way
Only history left in memory
Old man and his quality
If bad karma has been created
People must be unhappy,
Worried and angry
Will decry inside my coffin
i will stand above the industry
hold, surpass all infantry
ride into my battles
on a chariot of gold
rising to the gilded plain
racing through the pouring rain
holing up my mother's flag
a country lost and cold
pausing not to catch my breath
give me liberty or give me death
take me to the motherland-
my story must be told!
I feel you, as in some place mate's fare
that falling waters penetrating share,
fall purposely as from thy kinship's care
a motherland, a father, and a bear.
Breaks even to my heart at eventide
and all about me art could not collide
from promises, faith's ransomed soul's abide
still knowing you are comfort to my side!
And in our old mirror- our reflection- our rebellion and battle scars-unseen,
And through our window- a world washed Red- all the pain and loss suffered,
The Motherland- our home- beyond these bricks a house washed in white,
Reflections always of the lost souls of our people- our struggles- our memories,
Sleep now.
Faraway from my motherland
Blend with the alien bands
I feel sad and lonely
My native language flees
In different horizon I stay
The sorrow stings nights and days
With dull and deaden sense
My homesick is immense
In a strange space I stay
Think to the birth-land faraway
The sweet voice of my mother
Echoes in my heart over and over
It is always equated to hollow and negative emotions.
Sometimes it symbolises winning and a valid vision.
Fire is what I feel inside when I think of my motherland.
It is a feeling of pride to me whenever I take a right stand.
It is the warmth of satisfaction after a busy and hectic day.
Fire is the joy we feel when things work our way.
There is an effective hunter
he hunts with no weapon
but captures with precision
and enjoys his catch in tones
disciplined mathematician he is
every meal and bones he keeps
skulls of prey he weighs daily
any stubborn animal in the bush
is invited to check the stock
and record census of victims
that were sent laughing away
inside dreaded motherland
JUST AUGUST
The glorious month of August:
Just to remind Independence Day
of my motherland India on fifteenth.
Fourteenth is the birthday of my sister of heart.
I must mention tenth of the month!
Birthday of my special son
not by law but by emotion.
08/10/22
Just August
Contest by Andrea Dietrich
The world welcome you
You're free to travel globally
But we always see only the best
And overlook the worst
We admire others
We forget our love
Travel is only for leisure
Knowledge and experience
And not for a living shelter
There are racism and foreigness everywhere
And so let's appreciate
What we've already possessed
Our beloved motherland and our families