Short Refugee Poems
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The comfort of lights
Streaked across cafe Windows.
Noise like a blanket.
Cocooned by cacophony,
Refugee from loneliness.
inferno! raze all over
fire, fire everywhere
not a while living in fair
leaders unity jabber
refugee gets destroyer
-December 06, 2018 Chattogram
From the depth
of last night
I passed the puzzle of blood;
On the lap of this morning’s mother sun
I’m making my world
as like as the weaving net of spider
-March 25, 2019, Chattogram
Corpses wash up on a distant shore
Crowded train station shelters
Psychological trauma
Personal needs of children
Go begging in the rain
The dream of freedom
Keeps hope alive
How many will survive?
Soul abducted by a fermented sweet drops
Morose temper, hauling like a deranged fox
Tongues idle within cracked lips
Herbs ashing between finger tips
A brawl stirred, Victims refugee on roof tops.
Lebo-gFaith
solitary . . .
a refugee
from repartee,
quiet and still
a simple bliss
I find in this
most serene kiss,
surrendered will
Copyright, December 7, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
"Remember what peace there may be in silence."
I’m here to simply greet with all of thee
I have come to see neither he nor she
I’ve come here to flee from society
As a refugee in search of entry
In search of the key to become the we
Thus what you make me is what I will be
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I am the reject, or the neglected,
I am the wanderer or refugee,
I am unwanted, I am the hated,
I am the outcast, the one not to be.
Although, my parents need of me was null,
In time, my feeling was reciprocal.
2020 February 02
pain an suffering in the subtle hell,
where war an slaughter do so well,
to go anywhere that's nice,
a great step at any price,
enjoy your new world belle...
may happiness dispel,
cos now you have a life :)
Don
re:
"The Immigration Officer Asked Me"
Therese Bacha
You were a remnant
from the hurricane,
blowing into my life
suddenly,
like a refugee
on storm~tossed
waves of destruction.
Flooding my life
with category five
winds of desire,
leaving me wrecked,
naked and bare,
like old driftwood
on the beach of despair.
42-million refugees*
Stuck in our world like a disease
We see everywhere
Their God does not care
Yet we choose to ignore their pleas
* 42,000,000 refugees clearly establish
neither god nor man, government nor
religion, have a bloody clue what
life is about . . .
If I stay home
I will starve
If I remain where I grew up
I will be poor
If I linger where my roots are
violence will take me
If I refuse to leave
I will be forced to do
dreadful things
If I knock on your door
It's not because I want to
It's because
I want to live
By Phan Tan Hai
ink drained, the hand tilts, weary—
the page says its farewell;
fragrant with a century’s words,
the poet’s soul closes its eyes.
the lines lean, trembling,
the hand grows tired;
the verse exhales smoke,
chilling the page,
piercing deep into my soul;
a drop of ink rolls,
round and unending.
What a matter of pity!
brain activity
what kind of duty! its
morality!
It's a matter of sympathy
need empathy
No no! it's not a matter of
traditional treatment
Be a refugee in
homeopathy.
only they.............
Whether today is yesterday of tomorrow
their bone marrow, can say
Tuesday or Monday it is!
hey!
As the war in Ukraine continues,
Millions of refugees flee
with a target on their backs.
They rush down
the few open corridors left,
Looking at their gadgets
for the latest information,
Hoping to live another day.
The refugee organization staff
Try to keep track of their movement
Amid the cracking of the bombs falling.
The sky is roof
under it no
season for them
war stranded
group they are
waking
on the blood stained ground
on the shrub thorns
reminding the crucifixion
though no peace
on the dusty loaves,
dogs and they
in quarrelsome sorts
no care
no care
only war drives their life
this to that bank......
-Monday, August 5, 2019 Chattogram
A Fugitive
Fugitive
wandering, nomadic
escaping, eluding, absconding
frightened alone seeking sanctuary
Refugee
Written by Jill for Julia Ward’s
Fugitive contest, any form
Cinco de Mayo
At Mar-a-Lago
Is serving up Mexican lies
Trump welcomes us all
To pay for his Wall
In a scam each Republican buys
You know Wells Fargo
And Mar-a-Lago
Are models of integrity
Well, that big Caravan
Is Cartel to a man
There is no true refugee!
So forget the backlash
Just send Trump your cash
For a Wall that defines liberty!
Water takes the shape of any container
Like an innocent child
Refractions in water
Look bigger and shallower
Like an illusion of the imagery world
Water absorbs any pollution
Like a stupid man
Water flows from the top to the bottom
Like the refugee
Water comes in ripples, waves, rain
Rivers, sea, lakes, and waterfalls
Like the various characters of man
The woman smiles vacantly
waiting for the bus,
but not climbing on;
eyes lined, hair matted,
hands in moth-eaten gloves.
She talks to a photo
she grasps in her hands
of sorrows and pain of the past,
oblivious to those who stare or ignore her.
Her old knit cap covers reflections
she refuses to share as a
refugee from a life of comfort
now at the mercy of the elements
and the law.
On fears regarding the refugee crisis in Europe...
Some apples make cider
And some apples not
Some ferment as expected
Some do not
There may be statistics
I suspect not a lot
That predict the existence
Of possible rot
Schrodinger’s cat
Is wise to the plot
A cat in a box
Or a wolf in a cot
In the barn there are barrels
To keep cold or hot
The cider is coming
Ready or not
by Gail
Premiered at The Panic Room, Shreveport, LA – 11/25/2006
ACT 1
Bed of Nails
Typically Brueghel
Got To Be Blue, Boy
State of the Onion
My Cynical Career
Damage Control
ACT 2
The Same Damn Thing
Elfreth’s Alley
The Death of Rock and Roll
Bwana Wanna Boogie
Supermarket Tabloid Blues
Poison Pen
ACT 3
Carnivore
Commentary
Refugee Rain
A Typical Day in Hell
I Don’t Want To Go to Heaven
Like a sunrise, you shine light into my day
Bring beauty where light had never reached
In the deepest corners of my heart
just being you, and being here, today
It matters not the colour of your skin
The name of your god, as he will know
The light will find away ,it always does
Even in a nations darkest hour
The beauty of life's diversity, shines
The soldier and the refugee, break free
comp entry 19042016
Open your heart’s door baby
Read my mind recognize me
Please don’t say no; let it be
You won’t regret I am he
I have lost your heart’s door’s key
Due to my life’s long journey
Please let me in, you will see
I’m your love not refugee
Don’t let me down on my knee
Plant in your heart my love tree
Love is precious than money
Make me your heart’s king honey
I’ll make your heart full of glee
Joy, fun, peace and harmony
I AM NOT!
I am not Black, cause you say I am
I am not White cause I look like you
I am not Red, from a tribe that’s dead
I am none of what your government said
I’m to sign my sex on the dotted line
I am not an ethnicity nor a race
I am not a refugee from another place
I am not a figure lost in time
Nor a hex or curse from the “Most Devine”
Let me tell you, Who I am………
I am the creation from the likeness of which “IAM”