Baghdad Poems - Poems about Baghdad

(Tree speaks to thief) They chopped off my upper limbs, to shed more light on the lower As they will amputate those hands, now your light fingers grow slower Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon 21/05/22...

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THE FALL OF BAGHDAD What rite of passage, moves one to the light, and through the healing of all earthly ail, bestows this breath of life, to make it right, Oh Babylon, 'tis time for life to fail. Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky, nor any beast, nor fowl who's meant to flyl In algebric expression, your unknown, will show...

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We were accustomed to read one thousand And one night in Baghdad... Tonight the glorious city-sky is sad, It sounded bang! Bang Where is my mummy? Where is my dad? Are they all alive under the cruise wreckage; Or are they all dead? The a ‘Rashid city was weeping, It rained hatred, It rained prejudiced, It rained cactus of different shapes, They're all aliens,...

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Her bridges are in school textbooks, Her dead are numbers in the papers. Every tourist wears black. In a dream, I visited her once too; I saw a friend drinking his tears In a tea-cup, and he smiled. I saw a crow that covered the clouds with its wings and I saw a graveyard in the garden of Maydan. So where are the poets,...

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THE FALL OF BAGHDAD What rite of passage, moves one to the light, and through the healing of all earthly ail, bestows this breath of life, to make it right, Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail. Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky, nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl In algebric expression, your unknown, will show...

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Willy was a thief of Baghdad One night he stole a pen from dad ...

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As the wind blows across The deserts in Baghdad There’s a little girl in Jordan Picking fruits in an orchard In the back yard of her home In another far away country When war came to the Iraq She left Baghdad with her family Many had to leave their homes They have known all...

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*Bombs over Baghdad (The Urban Wars Collection) No smiling eyes as misery lights the night sky Cracked picture frames show a fallen dictator exuding pride Toppled statues of triumph crumble seeking refuge underground with none to be found The dagger was too close to the heart to survive ...

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THE FALL OF BAGHDAD What rite of passage, moves one to the light, and through the healing of all earthly ail, bestows this breath of life, to make it right, Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail. Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky, nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl In algebric expression, your unknown, will show...

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The people seem calm, yet tension is everywhere. We know it is the intention Of the Americans to attack today. War has been declared, it is coming our way. The night has just started when the sirens wail. Baghdad is assailed With missiles setting the city on fire. A show of might. A show of American ire. Missiles coming wave after wave. The tracer...

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Moving toward the absurd as war in Baghdad goes on, along with the print traffic jam and airwaves; continues to unfold horror stories, deaths: a tinku that spew out of Iraq – the ancient Middle East sand. Skepticism has drawn a timely relevance, that predicts the future as a major stand; sending troops in...

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Baghdad Redux I saw Quinn again tonight, first time in years, sailing the streets, weaving through people, collar up, head cocked, arms like telephone poles sunk in the pockets of his overcoat, the brilliant pennants of his long red hair waving over the stadium where years ago he took my handoff, bucked off guard, found the free field, and heaved like a bison into...

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Sleepless in my room, The sound of constant thunder And a ceaseless wind; Even the stars are weeping As vengeance consumes the sky. Jim Wilson...

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A disturbed place of no peace, where people still reside, despite running away. Whom still want to live the way of life, the way they've been doing, each and every day. The cowards that hides amongst them, hinders the continuance, of their life, to go on. Forcing their agenda, upon these folks, so their way of life, can truly be gone. Afraid are...

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Whirling wings launching into liftoff, propelling quickly through a changing sky. A loud sound, so extremely familiar, heard by all, when it, comes flying by. A battle buddy, in a soldier's horizon, from the sky, to directly assist. Becoming the hawk, for us soldiers, letting us know, when the enemy, will exist. Equip to establish, extreme fire power, an added strength,...

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