"refuges" poems - Hello Poetry

We are a nation in war We will not take any refuges We will only take prisoners So do not try to step up on our borders We do not tolerate anything But democracy and Elton John We have a Queen and good sanitary systems The Queen's love and Märsk Mc-Kinny Möller! We have musicians and even though They make utterly boring music And have nothing but nonsense to say We love them like a ******** nephew We have rappers; they say ***** and they say **** We have stand up comedians they say poo-poo We are about 5 million white species Producing 28.000.000 white pig's pr. year We have such clean waters you can't imagine We have a love so deep you will not belive Our police force is build on high moral principles We build everything on pure and strong idealism.

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC

valo-salo

Circle Of Commitment.

We are a nation in war We will not take any refuges We will only take prisoners So do not try to step up on our borders We do not tolerate anything But democracy and Elton John We have a Queen and good sanitary systems The Queen's love and Märsk Mc-Kinny Möller! We have musicians and even though They make utterly boring music And have nothing but nonsense to say We love them like a ******** nephew We have rappers; they say ***** and they say **** We have stand up comedians they say poo-poo We are about 5 million white species Producing 28.000.000 white pig's pr. year We have such clean waters you can't imagine We have a love so deep you will not belive Our police force is build on high moral principles We build everything on pure and strong idealism.

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No treaty is negotiable with the eager viral assassin. Doubt the truth of gossip. What's sadder than the unreasonable sucker? Tribal outcries and worldly conceits are not impenetrable refuges. May you all be sheltered and safe and may modern alchemy protect you. May you have what you need and be happy. We will rise or fall together.

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Aug 26, 2021

Aug 26, 2021 at 5:50 PM UTC

anaisvionet

no treaty

No treaty is negotiable with the eager viral assassin. Doubt the truth of gossip. What's sadder than the unreasonable sucker? Tribal outcries and worldly conceits are not impenetrable refuges. May you all be sheltered and safe and may modern alchemy protect you. May you have what you need and be happy. We will rise or fall together.

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I got my ears plugged Eyes tight And Lips shut Reluctantly refusing Self alluring truth Profusely inviting Petty captivating lies Reinventing exits To build refuges Soothing fugitives Before the hurricane rise Are we daydreaming When the sun's ray shines Or are we relieving Among the moon night sky Promises burying hatchet Imparting forgotten hatred Cycling seems to be reversed Rewinding lost tapes reserve All this delusions inverse Contrary motions now swerves Hallucinating angles preserved For I shall ink no further The truth of this lies tethered As this true blue love leaves Incepting my stray mind free ©2014 Maman Screams

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC

maman-screams

Deceived Perceptions

I got my ears plugged Eyes tight And Lips shut Reluctantly refusing Self alluring truth Profusely inviting Petty captivating lies Reinventing exits To build refuges Soothing fugitives Before the hurricane rise Are we daydreaming When the sun's ray shines Or are we relieving Among the moon night sky Promises burying hatchet Imparting forgotten hatred Cycling seems to be reversed Rewinding lost tapes reserve All this delusions inverse Contrary motions now swerves Hallucinating angles preserved For I shall ink no further The truth of this lies tethered As this true blue love leaves Incepting my stray mind free ©2014 Maman Screams

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Terrible remains, I make them part Human refuges in a misused heart I hang my canvas high over your head a painting of a life not yet led I place my hand on your anthology I dissect your words in an attempted autopsy Inside I find lovers that speak like mourners my thoughts bleed and accumulate in your corners I press myself against your notebook escape others estranged look And fill your pages with my red until you're happy and well fed our bodies are an assembly our only vessels, bruised and trembly my armadas of paper boats may slip through the cracks to fill us both up with all that lacks

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Aug 20, 2018

Aug 20, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC

Blade-Maiden

Living collage

Terrible remains, I make them part Human refuges in a misused heart I hang my canvas high over your head a painting of a life not yet led I place my hand on your anthology I dissect your words in an attempted autopsy Inside I find lovers that speak like mourners my thoughts bleed and accumulate in your corners I press myself against your notebook escape others estranged look And fill your pages with my red until you're happy and well fed our bodies are an assembly our only vessels, bruised and trembly my armadas of paper boats may slip through the cracks to fill us both up with all that lacks

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Why are there governments today so blinkered and so narrow minded? Intent on power and their self preservation ignoring those suffering! Amongst the people they should safely rule but often oppressive and cruel! Millions of refuges forced to flee across borders unwanted into other countries. Causing more threats and possibility of escalation Because they have their troubles to. that endless cycle of never ending brutality will remain a shocking reality! A process to most of the humans that's unacceptable when these wars spread! With nuclear weapons that could be used where nobody can win. But through this misery to many do proceed it's the psychopathic breed! Our society still survives but with uncertainty at what could happen. World finances crashing more becoming poor yet even more billionaires. Anger and discontentment begins to fester and blow what happens tomorrow we don't know! If these government attitudes stay the same when it happens none will take the blame! But of course by then it will be too late! The Foureyed Poet.

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Jun 21, 2012

Jun 21, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC

malcolm-terence-gould

Governments!

Why are there governments today so blinkered and so narrow minded? Intent on power and their self preservation ignoring those suffering! Amongst the people they should safely rule but often oppressive and cruel! Millions of refuges forced to flee across borders unwanted into other countries. Causing more threats and possibility of escalation Because they have their troubles to. that endless cycle of never ending brutality will remain a shocking reality! A process to most of the humans that's unacceptable when these wars spread! With nuclear weapons that could be used where nobody can win. But through this misery to many do proceed it's the psychopathic breed! Our society still survives but with uncertainty at what could happen. World finances crashing more becoming poor yet even more billionaires. Anger and discontentment begins to fester and blow what happens tomorrow we don't know! If these government attitudes stay the same when it happens none will take the blame! But of course by then it will be too late! The Foureyed Poet.

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to burrow underneath the hoarfrost the howling winds cold burying the last signs of fall the last robin's call to leave to follow the life's call ode to sleep as the wise bear does curling deep in a cavern his sleep ignoring the December's and January's sun oblique with misery transposes the day shorter bareness the trees the land the 'scape in sleep the wiser among us flee or doze until, barely on the fly might hear a whisper of wings , see on the trees limbs a slight greening creep out from our hiding or refuges smiling at Spring

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC

wordvango

a mid winter's dream

to burrow underneath the hoarfrost the howling winds cold burying the last signs of fall the last robin's call to leave to follow the life's call ode to sleep as the wise bear does curling deep in a cavern his sleep ignoring the December's and January's sun oblique with misery transposes the day shorter bareness the trees the land the 'scape in sleep the wiser among us flee or doze until, barely on the fly might hear a whisper of wings , see on the trees limbs a slight greening creep out from our hiding or refuges smiling at Spring

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I know that our efforts all come to nothing. Analyze life, tear its trappings off, lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soulI know the end of us all is nothing, I know that at the end of Time, the reward of our toil will be nothing — and again nothing. I know that all our handiwork and all our ideas will be destroyed. I know that not even ash will be left from the fires that consume us. I know that our ideals, even those we achieve, will vanish in the eternal darkness of oblivion and final non-being. There is no hope, none, in my heart. I know, No promise, none, can I make to myself and to others. No recompense can I expect for my labors. No fruit will be born of my thoughts. I know the time — eternal seducer of all men, eternal cause of all effects — offers me nothing but the blank prospect of annihilation. So, my dignity is broken and weak, in recognition of my impending defeat. The man who is alone, who stands on his own feet, who is stripped bare, who asks for nothing and wants nothing, who has reached the apex of disinterestedness not through blind renunciation but through excess of clear vision, turns to the world which stretches out before him as a burned prairie, as a devastated city — a world in which no churches, asylums, refuges, ideals, are left — and says: «Though you promise me nothing I am still with you, I am still an atom of your energies, my work is part of your work; I am your companion and your mirror as you march on your merciless way. But I owe nothing to any one. I would be responsible to freedom alone.

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Feb 15, 2024

Feb 15, 2024 at 8:39 AM UTC

alexis-karpouzos

AT THE END OF TIME - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

I know that our efforts all come to nothing. Analyze life, tear its trappings off, lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soulI know the end of us all is nothing, I know that at the end of Time, the reward of our toil will be nothing — and again nothing. I know that all our handiwork and all our ideas will be destroyed. I know that not even ash will be left from the fires that consume us. I know that our ideals, even those we achieve, will vanish in the eternal darkness of oblivion and final non-being. There is no hope, none, in my heart. I know, No promise, none, can I make to myself and to others. No recompense can I expect for my labors. No fruit will be born of my thoughts. I know the time — eternal seducer of all men, eternal cause of all effects — offers me nothing but the blank prospect of annihilation. So, my dignity is broken and weak, in recognition of my impending defeat. The man who is alone, who stands on his own feet, who is stripped bare, who asks for nothing and wants nothing, who has reached the apex of disinterestedness not through blind renunciation but through excess of clear vision, turns to the world which stretches out before him as a burned prairie, as a devastated city — a world in which no churches, asylums, refuges, ideals, are left — and says: «Though you promise me nothing I am still with you, I am still an atom of your energies, my work is part of your work; I am your companion and your mirror as you march on your merciless way. But I owe nothing to any one. I would be responsible to freedom alone.

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Uncertainties in life A mouthful of words that mean nothing A blank stare a thoughtless mind as uneasy feeling trembling ways feelings of hopelessness emotions of despair a crying thought wanting hurting alone someone different never understanding life homeless bag people refuges in life caught in never ending circle muttering words of wanting a life why must this be why don't people care why do people ignore why do people put them down especially in the winter there dying in the streets as we speak you say it's not your problem what if everyone thought that way what if it was a family member would you care then would you work the soup kitchen would you pass out your old blankets clothes shoes jackets food **** people! isn't this world ****** up enough there's homeless mother's with babies there's the elderly as well believe it or not they need diapers give to destiny for diapers i promise you, if you do something more people will smile then you think you may feel good about yourself you will be special God is watching God knows all care love believe

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC

kidcalvoaolcom

Try to Help

Uncertainties in life A mouthful of words that mean nothing A blank stare a thoughtless mind as uneasy feeling trembling ways feelings of hopelessness emotions of despair a crying thought wanting hurting alone someone different never understanding life homeless bag people refuges in life caught in never ending circle muttering words of wanting a life why must this be why don't people care why do people ignore why do people put them down especially in the winter there dying in the streets as we speak you say it's not your problem what if everyone thought that way what if it was a family member would you care then would you work the soup kitchen would you pass out your old blankets clothes shoes jackets food **** people! isn't this world ****** up enough there's homeless mother's with babies there's the elderly as well believe it or not they need diapers give to destiny for diapers i promise you, if you do something more people will smile then you think you may feel good about yourself you will be special God is watching God knows all care love believe

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Salty rain begins Gliding its way down trunks Getting lost in fabric leaves Or resting gently on cheeks Basking in the heat of skins Molten bean soup Housing shoals of **** And Silken soy islands Habituated by scallion trees Brewing the perfect flavor group Then a beam above A blinding light Followed by silver Crashing with all might With the grace of a bellied dove The crash pays homage to Moses Splitting tectonic plates Paving a path to the scoop The stew child ascends And the gap below closes Into the cave it goes Entry barred a serpent slithers Corralling refuges back to nest The only ritual it knows The rain is dense A body is a temple This temple a sauna Coated in scorched poison It yearns for a cleanse Watered Calvary sweeps in Purging vile spice With soothing touch But glass only holds so much And the cure is left thin Slamming the clear dome Icebergs swish In a desolate tomb But a savior passes by Returning sea to the arctics home Hope is restored Now it’s time to desecrate Pangea resumes It won’t stop Until bowl is fully toured

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Aug 10, 2025

Aug 10, 2025 at 4:42 PM UTC

Punyo

Mapo Tofu

Salty rain begins Gliding its way down trunks Getting lost in fabric leaves Or resting gently on cheeks Basking in the heat of skins Molten bean soup Housing shoals of **** And Silken soy islands Habituated by scallion trees Brewing the perfect flavor group Then a beam above A blinding light Followed by silver Crashing with all might With the grace of a bellied dove The crash pays homage to Moses Splitting tectonic plates Paving a path to the scoop The stew child ascends And the gap below closes Into the cave it goes Entry barred a serpent slithers Corralling refuges back to nest The only ritual it knows The rain is dense A body is a temple This temple a sauna Coated in scorched poison It yearns for a cleanse Watered Calvary sweeps in Purging vile spice With soothing touch But glass only holds so much And the cure is left thin Slamming the clear dome Icebergs swish In a desolate tomb But a savior passes by Returning sea to the arctics home Hope is restored Now it’s time to desecrate Pangea resumes It won’t stop Until bowl is fully toured

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i am just a shadow in the dream of a ghost of these flows of light that are lost on you like so many endless turning maelstroms at a molecular level, i too not noticing through all the commotion i am in the orbit of a black sun. your woman, your woman does not exist. a man is made of insecurity and all the history of violence. the symbolic universe is not big enough for freedom. it will not be expanded by words: detention centres must collapse – yarl’s wood, its whole idea, a start to end systematic sub-contracted sexist racist subsidised violence. and man should rather perish than take and steer and twice rather perish than make himself hated and feared. he said from on high paraphrasing a misogynist. britain: two women a week are murdered at home, by a partner or ex-partner; one third turned from refuge for lack of space; austerity closes thirty-two refuges and counting.

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC

thymos

08/03/2016

i am just a shadow in the dream of a ghost of these flows of light that are lost on you like so many endless turning maelstroms at a molecular level, i too not noticing through all the commotion i am in the orbit of a black sun. your woman, your woman does not exist. a man is made of insecurity and all the history of violence. the symbolic universe is not big enough for freedom. it will not be expanded by words: detention centres must collapse – yarl’s wood, its whole idea, a start to end systematic sub-contracted sexist racist subsidised violence. and man should rather perish than take and steer and twice rather perish than make himself hated and feared. he said from on high paraphrasing a misogynist. britain: two women a week are murdered at home, by a partner or ex-partner; one third turned from refuge for lack of space; austerity closes thirty-two refuges and counting.

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The government’s up early in the morning hours before my dreams said their last words ~~I wiped off the cosmos from my consciousness~~ our leaders are up, digging for mechanical gold that sweet fuel for the machines and their automated wealth today, their shovels disrupt Alaskan wildlife refuges tomorrow, your backyard but I’m waking up way later, following the sunrise as an unemployed, unashamed, unresolved and un-unified whole, unpredictable, unfitting man with a wallet full of poems packed tighter than an Earth with twice our population yet still writing without hesitation still drifting in and out of your perception in and out of adjacent trains stumbling over career paths until I land on my face and look up wiping the gravel off hazy eyelids to see the road and then footsteps become moments which become monuments upon which I build a future unseen one day, we will all be free.

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Oct 18, 2019

Oct 18, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC

rjrpoetry

unemployed

The government’s up early in the morning hours before my dreams said their last words ~~I wiped off the cosmos from my consciousness~~ our leaders are up, digging for mechanical gold that sweet fuel for the machines and their automated wealth today, their shovels disrupt Alaskan wildlife refuges tomorrow, your backyard but I’m waking up way later, following the sunrise as an unemployed, unashamed, unresolved and un-unified whole, unpredictable, unfitting man with a wallet full of poems packed tighter than an Earth with twice our population yet still writing without hesitation still drifting in and out of your perception in and out of adjacent trains stumbling over career paths until I land on my face and look up wiping the gravel off hazy eyelids to see the road and then footsteps become moments which become monuments upon which I build a future unseen one day, we will all be free.

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I may talk a lot on the outside, But deep down, I have a lot of secrets, The untold things I never wish to tell, Many secrets that I claim to myself. I smile a lot on the outside, even though Deep inside, I've never done so, Because deep within, I am a different person, A person whom you will never know. I am nice to a lot of people on the outside, But believe me, I've murdered every single one of them on the inside, A psychopath I am very deep within, Very different from my outer being. Partying and socialising is not my thing, Neither is teamwork or collaborating, Lonely I am, very deep within, And alone I always wish to be. The dark evil has conquered my mind, And the goodwill refuges on the surface outside, I do not tend to fight my evil within, Because it's who I've always been. I am not my true self, The person you see on the outside, Because deep down, I am a different person, The person you'd never wish to meet.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC

GrimScythe2001

Deep down I Am a Different Person

I may talk a lot on the outside, But deep down, I have a lot of secrets, The untold things I never wish to tell, Many secrets that I claim to myself. I smile a lot on the outside, even though Deep inside, I've never done so, Because deep within, I am a different person, A person whom you will never know. I am nice to a lot of people on the outside, But believe me, I've murdered every single one of them on the inside, A psychopath I am very deep within, Very different from my outer being. Partying and socialising is not my thing, Neither is teamwork or collaborating, Lonely I am, very deep within, And alone I always wish to be. The dark evil has conquered my mind, And the goodwill refuges on the surface outside, I do not tend to fight my evil within, Because it's who I've always been. I am not my true self, The person you see on the outside, Because deep down, I am a different person, The person you'd never wish to meet.

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