Baghdad Poems - Poems about Baghdad

Fruit Thief of 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


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The Fall of Baghdad

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

One Thousand and One Bombs On Baghdad

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,

Baghdad

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,

The Fall of Baghdad

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

Thief of Baghdad

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

Baghdad

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

Bombs Over Baghdad

*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

           

The Fall of Baghdad

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

The First Air Raid On Baghdad

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

A Quest For Peace In Baghdad

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

Baghdad Redux

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

Threnody For Baghdad

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

The Fight For Every Day Baghdad

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

Birds Over Baghdad

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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