Short Refugee Poems

Bedridden hopes
Tears
Blood...

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Consider
the refugee:
Reduced to flee;
hazarding all upon the…
See?...

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By taking refuge from myself
I didn't notice the margins of the road
nor the mirages of the desert...

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To be called a refugee is one 
thing but to be ask why you're a 
refugee is the hardest question 
to answer.

Mafata.D...

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The comfort of lights
Streaked across cafe Windows.
Noise like a blanket.
Cocooned by cacophony,
Refugee from loneliness....

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inferno! raze all over 
fire, fire everywhere
not a while living in fair
leaders unity jabber
refugee gets destroyer 



-December 06, 2018 Chattogram...

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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...

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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?...

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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...

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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."...

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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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Listen to poem:

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...

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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...

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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 . . ....

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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...

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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!...

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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.
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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...

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A Fugitive

                                          Fugitive
                                  wandering, nomadic
                          escaping, eluding, absconding
                       frightened alone seeking sanctuary
                                          Refugee


							
Written by Jill for Julia Ward’s
Fugitive contest, any form...

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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!...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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Majestic illusions, dwell in my mind,
my special place that is only mine.

Filled with miracles, given through love,
my little heaven , when life gets tough.

A voyage I take, no one else is here,
I feel no sadness, I feel no fear.

The quietness, and serenity of an ocean voice,
waves coming softly, the air so moist.

Peace all around, no hassle of life,
my safe Haven of refugee, whenever I cry....

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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...

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