Ukraine Poems - Poems about Ukraine

Revenge is mine (Inspired by the war in Ukraine) My homeland is ablaze below I’m watching from above Invading wolf packs steal the show It’s death I’m speaking of They fill the space in endless stream No end to foreign horde One cannot wake from ugly dream Of blood and gore, oh, Lord I am a drone, men put me forth The shield of the oppressed Avenging...

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nikita caspan..What a toilet pan.' Murders parents is a satanist, taking nazi instructions, to kill Mr Trump; next was the plan.!...

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Fifty one m1 Abrams tanks.' Australian donated it would Break a small bank' to cause more misery..While many Live in tents.' War and destruction, and madcap bents.? Young Australians denied an army job.' Why were they First obtslained.? Must have cost some bobs." Why not Employ them as temporaty accomodations.' Thats how Dire things are in our nation.' I never thought...

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Ukrainian Cemeteries David J Walker Strange are the faces of The new Ukraine Stranger still Mother Russian sons Leaves of Lilies And dipodies Scattered on grounds of repatriation Peace be unto your Brothers in death A price purchased With a final breath As unknown boots Above the ground Unfurl the flags of Silent sound To claim what’s lost An loose what’s found In...

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God, I have a prayer for you today. It’s just from me, but please hear what I have to say. Millions are being abandoned, starved and soon alone, where some in Ukraine are still free to roam. Children are becoming hungry, helpless and alone. Give them bravery, messengers of God, imaginary staffs and protective rods. (Psalm 23) Our leader’s horrible disdain...

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Gambling with WWIII Let Putin feel the power Of the USA poker face Invite Ukraine to the table Stack the chips up high Welcome their citizens With open arms We already send them weapons We already send them aid They're already a Democracy! Let's add them to our flag With a Star worth more than money Worth more than fame You've forced our hand Let's plan to create a...

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When is enough enough, When is the going just too tough. Why do people have to die Forever in the ground to lie. Are the spoils worth all the pain When the path is kill and maim. Is barren land worth just so much Now deprived of human touch. Do fatherless children justify the cost Memories of a generation lost. Weeping mothers by the score Adding...

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I truly believe that in paradise everything is perfect, everything is nice. Hell, there, even souls from Russia and Ukraine can toast newfound friendship with pink, iced champagne, and laugh ~ about their ultimate sacrifice....

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Love in Kyiv by Natalka Bilotserkivets translation by Michael R. Burch Love is more terrible in Kyiv than spectacular Venetian passions, than butterflies morphing into bright tapers– winged caterpillars bursting aflame! Here spring has lit the chestnuts, like candles, and we have cheap lipstick’s fruity taste, the daring innocence of miniskirts, and all these ill-cut coiffures. And yet images, memories and portents still move us... all so...

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Dear God! by Taras Shevchenko translation by Michael R. Burch Dear God, disaster again! Life was once calm, serene... But as soon as we began to break the chains Of bondage that enslaved us, The whip cracked! The serfs' blood flew! Now, like ravenous wolves fighting over a bone, The Imperial thugs are at each other's throats again. Zapovit ("Testament") by Taras Shevchenko translation by Michael R....

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Slava Ukraini! shroud the gallery's glass doors, a solitary scene of grazing goats, greets the guests along with music. Confident, brush strokes curl muted colors of rustic farm houses behind broken, split-rail fences on a cloudy Carpathian day drawn by an artist sitting in ruined, ravished Kherson - a limping dog of a city with patches of bare skin showing. Other pictures, different story; dark, dreadful, desolate people in...

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When your name is Maksym everyone thinks about Rilsky but you're not Rilsky you're far from Rilsky what's up with Rilsky and verlibre Rilsky and verlibre are lilac When your name is Maksym Kryvtsov it's immediately clear this name is destined for success two syllables here and there even numbers easy to pronounce, easy to remember and you're up about verlibre your verlibre is violets When your name is...

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(Perhaps the desire to find Nirvana has become tainted? A worm of a man has done this to me; has burrowed into the fruit of my dreams.) We who wield the mighty sword leaded and sharpened neat and straight search vainly for hearty tales where Eros or God has placed a hand and turned the wilderness we have made back...

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Ukraine and our shame Now that Ukraine is pardoning prisoners  to join the army, except the violent murderers (one would think the violent were the right ones) it tells us of an army scraping the barrel of recruits, all eligible men have fled, which is  understandable, why fight a lost war, a war not needed if a sensible head had been heard   After, the then...

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Martin Softly spoken, conscientious, thoughtful, union man, The proud son of a nurse, no stranger to, “the pan”, Loving the blues and blue grass, I’m a Bolton Wanderers fan, Feeling hopeful, happy or sad, I walk outdoors when I can, Fearing for the grand-kids, the planet, the common man, Hoping for peace in Gaza, Ukraine and Sudan, Bolton, North West England, made...

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