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?”...

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(September 2014)

While rage of war surrounds this special man
   he, driver of an ambulance, remains
      to help his...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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I used to dance
when I had legs

I used to smile
when I had lips

I was from Aleppo
now I am from hospital

My country is gone
my heart is...

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Off the stuccoed walls, the shells peel 
The wounded babes bleed
There is a story of harrowing kind
To every war
This one is no different to others
The...

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En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We...

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I first cried in your arms
Even though I was barely alive
I knew that I would never see harm
As long as I am in your embrace...

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Spirit broken again

 
                     ...

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This morning in Aleppo
Was bloodshed
Gunshots, RPGs,
Bomb blast
Like the achaba suicide bomber
Of Kaduna
A little boy I Syria is running
To escape the shrapnel of 
The shooter’s shells...

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ROAD TO DAMASCUS

Granite faith exfoliated by superguns and sanctions whirls,
on this earth succumbing into dry spell of peace,
War-crats and confidantes skinning freedom from its people
Kofi...

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The sun of Aleppo will not
Smit you by the night of war;
for you are the toothpick stronger
then the great wall of China,
you are a king...

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