Refugee Poems

Refugee poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of refugee poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on refugee are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Refugee

Refugee short poem

The azure sky, the swirling waters presented a picturesque backdrop The tourists, backpackers heaved a sigh of relief All were far from the maddening crowd On a quest to find inner peace. Then they saw what looked like a log

Refugee – the Deluge

Refugee   the Deluge long poem

In hoardes they arrived not cattle or flock of sheep sea of humanity deprived a deluge seemed to sweep Harried mothers hands in pray weary eyed children in tow losing who couldn’t bear sway reached utopia unsteady and slow City

The Refugee

The Refugee long poem

Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at

A Refugee

A Refugee prose poem

(1) A refugee searches out for his home. Suddenly, when dust lands down on his eyelids, he cries out: ‘Eureka, Eureka, I found out a hole’. (2) My wife and me had a dream; We said, we shall have our

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Sanctuary

Sanctuary short poem

‘Go Back To Where You Came From’ is the title of the story, and it deals with much emotion of humanity… same as you and me. And to those with less compassion, understanding and knowledge; of whom there are many,

No More

No More short poem

Been to the beach? The wind there screeches They say, and oh The sea has stopped its dreadful roar Shall we go and see? the sea, it cries, moans and sighs No storm in sight and yet, the birds and

Where The Peace, Suu kyi?

Where The Peace, Suu kyi? short poem

Where the Peace, Suu kyi…? Aung San Suu Kyi You were the bird of peace of our mind… Now, we drive you away Out of the garden of peace of our heart Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother

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A Collection

A Collection long poem

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

The Brine

The Brine short poem

Injured body full of pain Being broken soul in vain Lusty cheeks and glowing peaks Being refugee when one seeks Shelter under the curly hair Of a beauty is not fair Life is not kiss of a miss It is

Wrinkles

Wrinkles prose poem

(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;

Alien

Alien short poem

35 years of living should have inured me, if not prepared me, for surviving this planet; but no matter how much of me gets spent, no matter how much of it becomes me, I will always be an outsider; like

High School Remembered

High School Remembered long poem

We were marbles in a concave pan different sizes different trajectories congregating in clumps and caravans until the formation shattered we slid to the edge or the center almost unable to control ourselves but certainly in a hurry motivations and

Two Cats

Two Cats prose poem

Walking on the streets near-by, saw a small pussy, Mewling, as abandoned, alone and aloof, so sad, Thirsty and hunger, I felt the need of serving and saving And took it home, to be blamed by my wife, as we

Sand And Sparrows

Sand And Sparrows prose poem

(1) On the road from Jerusalem, while echoes of the horn are still tearing down the walls of Jericho, I recline on a table of sand. Sparrows cry joyfully to me, in a space void of wedding ceremonies, picking up

Dead Leaf Struggles With Blowing Wind

Dead Leaf Struggles With Blowing Wind short poem

A dead leaf on ground It fell off found itself weak All pass over yet no one cares But the wind which carries it Somewhere away may be Suitable to grow again To have the rebirth journey It struggles but

The Devil’s Wrath

The Devil’s Wrath short poem

My knees scrape the floor of my room. As I remember the wrongdoing I committed. And now the devil is here To punish me for my sin. Anger had corrupted this angel, Turned her skin blood red. Her voice was

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Mist….

Mist.... short poem

It makes things disappear It creates confusion It prevails till Sun sets in It is welcome only temporarily That is Mist Likewise Ignorance Makes knowledge disappear It creates confusion Till knowledge sets in it prevails It is never welcome We

Castles In The Dale

Castles In The Dale short poem

I long for lost horizons, for castles in the dale For wise and mighty dragons, and painted ships that sail For wizards in the towers and kings upon the throne Enchanted swords a-blazing, swift arrows straight and long I long

The Walls

The Walls short poem

A green smoke was rising to ferret out the elusive pain without body. I went in search of fidgety words to patch up the conflicts of flesh. Bold as Passiflora, Crucifixion was complete. Today a gift of obeyance will arrive.

Jaywalker

Jaywalker short poem

Circles abound Clouds unbroken in high sky Sun pounds down Patterns quilted to my eyes Legs quaking Muscle sinews shaking Metal missiles passing Broken glass refracting The bloody image drowns my mind My foot gone numb steps the edge and

Life’s Toast

Life’s Toast short poem

Difficult it becomes, the secret of the judgement and metamorphosis of the painted cotton into a stained truth. To save the present tense. A dangerous crowd of vowels to express the incomplete moment of watery teeth, so hung, while misspeaking

Torches

Torches short poem

It was a big trauma. Granary went overboard, my boat was torpedoed. No romance was left now. At the burial of the moon aliens were arriving. You do not want to call it a genocide. The massacre of millions, of

The Wait

The Wait ballad

The clouds compete, the sky gate The sun shouts, the moon waits! Tasted a bit of sweet success Gleaned through eyes, like a bird that left its nest! An aroma never sniffed, billowing from up top The trees stand stiff,

Transmigration

Transmigration short poem

I must accept the insignificance and solve the puzzle of night. Possessed sunlight always pursues the shadows of words. Philosophy of veils descends on awareness casting silhoutte of differences. Nocturnal sweat of sky overwhelms the grass with dew. I pick

I And Me, Best Friends Forever

I And Me, Best Friends Forever short poem

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, when road you are troughing seems all uphill, feeling all alone, the destined is also far seeming, then O my friend, find a companion in your own inner being. Waiting for love

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time)

Afternoon In Holidays (past Time) prose poem

In summer holidays, in day’s later session, having time of my own- on my bed , I used to lay down, it was my comfort session. I could not let my life go by just watching a movie, I had

Retreat

Retreat short poem

A long way of journey Takes me back to the yonder village Where the hills are blue And the fields are green And the brooks are full The morning wakes me up Every day with hope I open my eyes

Painful Love

Painful Love ballad

All I feel is sorrow. Without your love I am sure there will be no tomorrow. Your love seems to only bring me pain. It is like a stinging rain. You lie and cheat. All I feel is utter defeat.

Dialogue On Non-Death

Dialogue On Non Death short poem

Drowning her children back in her womb, a big tear rolls down the cheek of earth. She was sitting on broken bones to watch the terror, ear for ear to listen, eye for eye to see. Hope was becoming ephemeral.

Song

Song short poem

Let me be lost forever before I meet you As I am firm in my belief that you may wither Much before I see you. For several years my vain expectation Has adored an unshaped rider on horse back More

On the verge of forgetting.

On the verge of forgetting. short poem

Somewhere in a dusty corner lies a memory of you. Neatly folded into a perfect square. Tucked away precariously amongst identical pages of denial. Sometimes, it threatens to burst into flames. But layers of conceit (both yours and mine) douse

Warfront

Warfront short poem

The spectre of falling towers in night unfolds in awe. A reclusive star rises in east at dawn. Heart of pig was being readied for implant, tallies with the seizured hollow of a man. A young girl of seventeen, comes

A Singaporean Childhood

A Singaporean Childhood prose poem

This is a story of growing up in beige HDB flats High-rise homes that dot the lavender sunset Of void-deck soccer, of sizzling kachang putehs And of the kids in khaki shorts and white, loose singlets As their jubilant laughter

Friend Maybe?

Friend Maybe? prose poem

As I ponder upon the color in my life a friend brought, I fall into a boulevard of meanings which is difficult to sort, Which compounds a lot of emotions together making a heavy stout, The satisfying talks that I

Giovanni

Giovanni short poem

Well and maybe This Season a dream or two may come true and peace of mind will follow… this heart of mine that’s been broken for so long may finally forget you and be as new, as good as new

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers short poem

(America, following a landmark agreement) Dear Mr. President, Was it worth it? Was it worth Selling your country’s freedom, The liberty it is so famous for, For a few extra bucks in your pocket? Was it worth Strangling the creative

Winter Grip

Winter Grip short poem

Why do you play this trick on us each year oh mother nature dear, The vice like grip of winter chill is worse upon the ear, But first it grabs you round the sides thrust your body up, It needs

If I Were A Book

If I Were A Book short poem

If I were a Book, On the shelf, I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday. Some would flip through, Some would read through. The fact that I would enter a reader’s mind, brings thrills. The thought that one

Craving For Pang

Craving For Pang short poem

This is a new feeling I discovered, scalp of old memories recovered. Remnants of those feelings still lingering, all over my body tickling. Blending with my soul, warming me whole, dark like a ghoul, I felt a hole. Strong was

Dreaming For All To See

Dreaming For All To See short poem

You say that I’m a dreamer and so I may well be but the dreams I have aren’t just for me, they’re for you and all to see. The dream is of love, of life free from harm, a dream

Mind Blend

Mind Blend short poem

T’was a dream inside a dream inside the mind of a lunatic Incongruous visions swirled about mirrored walls Mixing and blending all colored soft matter folded together Resulting in a nightmare only the insane would enjoy Taste and scent are