Asia Poems - Poems about Asia

South Korea’s thirteenth guide, who rode Korea as his chariot Only for six breathes, guided by the thirteenth star of Iscariot Under the hoofs, he defiled the white flag, as yin and yang turned again The slave of Seokga, the demiurge of sinful men Hungry ghost of Chun Doo-hwan, the cornerstone of the people's burden...

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Brought out by sages Birthed within seas of dharma Beheld by Mani Begotten as the world’s soul Brought out by the rising sun ...

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Dear Asia. Under the canopy on an Autumn day, Our hearts beaming with so much to say, We would have walked along the countryside. To take in the beauty of wide open spaces, With smiling faces, we would have taken a slow drive. On dark nights when clouds have hidden stars from sight, We would have listened to the whispers of the...

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Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood Who glared at the giants he always had dreams of The first was a mist covered mountain, where all beasts were blind With whispers of...

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Dear Asia. I was awakened in the middle of the night with you on my mind. By the time the clock struck 12:40 AM, the tears had already appeared. Before I could wipe those wet-drops away, three words gushed from the depths of my heart and lay siege to my mind. I lay there for a good while until I...

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Once the green land of morning calm and high serenity Soon waved the blood red flag, stained with the false words “We will soon be free” Now a grey, barren mountain swallowed by Yaldabaoth’s sea...

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O Glorious and Wise Empire of the East Slaughtered by cold winter’s wrath and the azure dragon For this world had no place to lay your gentle head Your monasteries of light now some mists of black soot Your masterful art now mere fragments burned by flames Your songs to the sun and moon now...

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To live is to forgive, To the girl who wears makeup over her vacuum cleaner, To the shy writer who won the Nobel Prize, To the growing silence of Icelandic whales and sperm whales, To live is to forgive, Joseph Kessel, Beatrice, To the panther-sized dancer, Who leaves you on Valentine’s Day, For touching you that you are not the center of...

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To live is to forgive, Asia is larger than a novel by Joseph Kessel. To the icy ray of moon that crosses the window, To the bee that stings your honey on the table of abundance, Forgive the indifference and talent of New York poets, To live is to forgive, To his parents who scolded and lied to you often, To...

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Such Fun! See the new cherries barge us in the call centre They’re in the middle of being trained I do my usual trick on them it works each time I make sure I’m on a call and talking away The new cherry is watching me intently I suddenly stand up and say sit there Take off my headphones put them on Only...

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Birthed from the central river of holy kings The court city guarded by stone rings A marriage of light and might Its stupa shone bright With divine Light As life's sign A heart of daylight Its head, the gold tent, in sight Guarded by the dragon with its wings Birthed from the central river of holy...

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Oh! Black Americans,  Africa is your motherland And most Africans love you Not because you are called African Americans And lost your African mother tongues And cultures. Being called Americans while speaking African dialects , suit the most. Did you hear about some people called "European Americans" in USA To trace where they came from? Oh!Black Americans,...

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Church and fortress of clay that shone bright with might Monastery of the faith of light Though brief like a small spark stored Earth quaked and flames roared Dragons stared Sward Angels cared An island ignored Eternal with heaven’s lord As the radiant white moon at night Church and fortress of clay that shone bright with might...

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I couldn’t find my glasses this morning when I got out of my bed… and as my hands groped around feeling for them…Asia popped into my head. Asia was a beautiful, blind Autistic student I had many years ago…one I tried desperately to reach…which, thankfully, also left me open to all she had to teach. Asia lived in...

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Gold Flowing down Red lotus in hand Where the gold Cross of Light shines Christ sits as a sole lotus of gold Warka poem about the Manchaean Chinese painting of Jesus 12th-13th AD....

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