Best Motherland Poems

Motherland…

I am a desert, barren and hot.
Hoping for the rain, which I forgot.
Once, I was green, golden, and bright.
Nightingales singing night after night.
My fresh breeze at dawn was ever nice,
Showered me blossoms like paradise.
Year after year, I dressed up in green.
Green and reddish with white...

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Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness by his side

Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Guides by my side with packs on their backs
Some paths steep with rocks
Boots slipping below our...

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Ah, to this land of the monsoons
or should it have been the sunsoons? 
Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical hot boon.

Where bullock carts, stray dogs, horse carriages and cows
pedestrians, goats, bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky medley of traffic...

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We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.  God is the friend of silence.  See how nature-trees, flowers, grass-grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…We need silence to...

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Motherland (Eclogue) 

In the country of my forefathers, 
Economy is friendless and upset, 
Politics are sleeping with labour, 
Justice is seducing foreign crime, 
Poetry is turned on, but it fears, 
Traditions keeps history hostage, 
Religions are attempting suicide, 
Nature is busy biting its tongues, 
Fruits...

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I love my country Zambia
I am committed to move it forward--
In the areas of good governance and national building
I may go out to another country as visitor--
In pursuit of noble goals for advancement of our nation
I will get knowledge and wealth to supplement our national...

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"Motherland"

The “Removed”,
Charlestons across the keyboard,

fingers have a personality and a mind 
of their own, don’t you agree?

the stalwart mind converses with the frivolous fingers 
its stark increduality, considers All above All

they’re incorrigible, those lithe fingers,
like feathers they flutter in the stark 

glow of an illuminated...

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Let me take you on a journey to my motherland.
Where beauty meets the eye of the beholder.
Where the sun burns and glistens on my brown skin.
Where the children play freely with no care in the world 
Where the market place stands like a rainbow with...

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With each morning comes a new genesis 
That today would craft a dissimilar, Then 
The echo of my voice to be perceived too
As it outs the grief that lies within the soul.

For father, disillusionment was all he could
Bore for the progeny, Though he allegedly 
Spoke...

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Our great motherland
Called the giant of Africa
With the shadow of an ant
And the night of an earthworm
On her way to glory.

Led 'magnificently' by the thieves
Ex-convicts,murderers and mad men;
Our souls they've reduced to slush
And our spirits have been 'sharpvilled'
For revenge.

The French revolution 
Should be played in...

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The Mother-Land Cries.

The land bleeds.
From treasured seeds.
No Diamond grills,
from cut off limbs.
The poor-less fears.
''Blood, Sweat an Tears.''
The Hunger of pain,
screaming in vein.
With continued cries,
an lullaby's.
Of stories told,
but never unfold.
In a desperate speed,
of souls in need.
The Sun, has drowned,
in this part of town.
And the moon is...

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Where purple saffron's colors make antique delight.
            
                     Moonshine of lily white and doves...

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Motherland: Calling

The illusioned glass reflects the lucent moon
Lunacy descends upon the mountain wolves
Autumn's awe inspires the lucid minds
Transgressions and acts of illicit kinds
Verdant meadows  bejeweled with strings of  dews
Tornado trembles the naked trees

The hooting owls an omen bring.
The water snakes leave behind their...

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Many years together:
Workers, collective farmers,
Live in the anti-fascist countries,
You can find us in the history as the heroes
Of International Anti-nazist Soviet Society, but
All that we had - concentratio camps for us -
Andrey Dmitrievich Saharov and all inelligent
People and freedom for our friends: yes, we
And American...

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Nigeria our great and beloved motherland,
where multitudes of tribes unitedly stand.
Our land of hope by two rivers divided,
with lush vegetation by nature provided.

Nigeria our home of people resilient.
A land of great icons in works diligent.
We hail thee our great and revered black nation,
our land of...

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