Best Aleppo Poems

The Son of Aleppo


“Mother why are you crying?”

She looks at he’s small gentle green eyes with ashes surrounding his skin. 

“Momma why are you crying?” 

Her voice slowly appears into the mist of desperation and sadness. Her voice is trying to gain courage not for...

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(September 2014)

While rage of war surrounds this special man
   he, driver of an ambulance, remains
      to help his wounded townsmen heal, survive-
men downed by civil war in Syria.

The shelling dealt by forces pro-Assad
   caused families to...

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One man
Stands
Beneath his white helmet
And demands,

Silence.

Throughout Aleppo.

His stethoscope,
He attaches
To the dust
And listens
From his knees.

The man has
Ten fingers,
A dry brush
And a pair of pliers
To dig like an archeologist.

He does not have years,
But minutes
To search the ruins
For toes
That wiggle
Or mouths
That suckle
Or bleeding hearts
That still beat
Like tremors
In puddles...

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Whorls of smoke mock the void of the heavens; in a wiggling ascent 
With lusting waists of a samba decent.
Turmoil combs the fragile mane of the soil
The scalp is torn and leathery fingers of dust rest against the helm.
The stench of burning tires staggers on...

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From the dusty street of Homs I write
Head buried in ashes- white
Hopes piled up in monumental rubble
 hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble
A motherless child cries in the still
My home, a deserted paradise
Where birds wail for broken dreams        ...

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May grief freely flow.
Our hearts fill with sorrow.
Can we compassion borrow?
Nothing at all left to owe.
Can anyone save Aleppo?

Aleppo now has no other name
History has recorded its fame
The ruling clique has no shame
The entire world falls into blame
Will no one at all save Aleppo?

A city...

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That twinkling on the horizon ain’t no
star just another Russian fighter closing
to lay its clutch of cluster bombs
or a missile cruising in.

Winter’s solstice approaches, the rocket's
flare fizzles and only darkness remains.
Come morning, no flag will fly
in this city of ruins.

When you bomb rubble, you get...

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When finally he falls asleep			
He skims along from dream to dream		
Across his face a smile then creeps		
He finds himself beside a stream		
Where flowers bloom and sparrows cheep	
Caressed by warm comforting beams		
He feels serene in slumber deep		
Then all at once wakes with a scream		
As bombs explode...

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Words on fire blaze, then rescind, 
Only to disappear in a scorching wind. 
Words that devour light as they give light, 
Dragons that slay in order to give fright. 
A story fully complete, now thrumming, 
The echoes reverberate, now drumming. 
A mother holds her child...

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Horrors inflicted 
on innocent civilians and 
  children
   That is what is happening in 
Aleppo today 
Babies buried in 
   rubble 
As the "White Helmets" 
   rush to protect 
the victims
   What manner of 
men can...

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Aleppo - Childhood Gone 
By Sandy Evans 

 Going to school is my favorite thing 
 Reading, writing and learning new things. 

 Running home to my family excited 
 Laughing with friends and being a child. 

 Opening the door and seeing mom’s smile...

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There is a cry of hope in Aleppo,
A baby is born in the midst of war
Amidst the explosions, he shall grow
Reaching for that still shining star.

Who's right, who's wrong to desert go
The innocent must live in peace
It's Christmas time, leave Aleppo
This senseless war must cease!

Terror...

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An elitism set awhirl like a spinning top 
Buoyed in hypocritical double standards and flimsy hoax
A nuisance that seems to never stop 
And the world Is stage staggering in its hazards and coax 
In constrained selective sympathy and nuance 
As the pressed lurk in their...

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Look mankind what your leaders have done,
look at terrible bloodshed.
Your leaders, some incompetent, corrupt, 
some were awarded the peace prize. 

You incoherent  World,
you leaders without integrity.
You who put wreaths, laurels on their heads,
aren’t you guilty as them?

Look at those dying because of your bad...

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