5KD Refugee Poems

Closer to you

Every night I lie in bed in hope to find my family again. In my dreams I’ve been with you more than a million times. The day we lost each other was full of rain and tears, the storm above our heads was getting bigger and bigger and the flood, it rained and tore us apart.

Most days are lonely.

Most days are sad.

But when the sun shines I know I’m one step closer to finding you.

By Aayat Farooque 5KD

I'm close to giving up

Nowhere near home

Danger where my home is 

I am forced to flee

Sadness is overwhelming

Another year goes by and still I may not return

Sleep is my safe sanctuary

Tomorrow is another day

Enough of the life I've had

Running will not get me anywhere

Aimee Bole 5KD

Breathless.

Helpless.

Hopeless

Gun shots fired, I am tired.

Endless screaming, My ears beaming

Salty tears poured down my face.

Dead bodies in my face.

This country is a disgrace.

I’ve lost my family. I’ve lost my friends.

I start to think, will this war ever end. 

Banjo Watson 5KD

Life Of An Immigrant

My family is gone, what do I do 

Travelling for me is like being a stamp

Depressed as I was I knew I had to keep going

My eyes fill up with water, before its about to pore out 

Nigeria awaits me 

My country is gone

No home no family no one around 

My brain is racing like an F1 car on the track

This could be the last look of my life 

Breaking a sweat I’m still running

Henry Maxton, 5KD

Life Seems Long

 Scared, stranded

My heart is alone 

Trapped inside this box

That I will never call home

Worried, helpless

My heart is a wreck

Picking up the pieces 

Leaves a mess

Hope is the one thing

That I can count on

When boulders are heavy

And life seems long.

Clara Cumming 5KD

My heart melted with depression I carry on 

Hatred

Lost

Where am I 

My brain feels missing, it needs a home 

My bare feet scrap on the polluted flour 

Sadness

Loneliness

I miss my home. 

Arlo Bird 5KD

Immigrant

Tears flood down my cheeks

A river on the concrete floor

Not knowing what to do

Hope begins to crumble

Like a piece of old paper

My heart sinks down to my waist

Like the titanic under the sea

I feel disheartened

Will I see my family ever again?

I try to stay strong

But I feel weak

Lost

Lonely

Immigrant

By Leon Barrot 5kd

It’s been too long.

I’m stuck in this place, full of dreams.

Past, present, future. It’s all in my hands.

It will be soon until it will be all gone.

Grateful thoughts,

For this place.

Everything we could wish for.

Loved ones, Elders of this land.

There’s so much to thank.

Ava Evans 5KD