Best Syria Poems

a life is a life
there is no grading scale of value
irrespective of
country of origin
or country of residence
or country of destination

a life is a life
we are all children
of God
there is no lesser God
there is no greater God
there is God
the Supreme Being
We are all his children

we call...

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After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,

The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,

Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,

They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,

What they want is just conflicts?
In the...

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The sweet fragrance of spices
Fruits ripened lush from mountain gardens
The bouquets of flowers scenting the air
Vivid memories of yesterday

Now the flowers are black petals of death
The souk reeks of burned flesh
As fires from hell fell from above
Those who tilled have become the earth

Scorched and soiled...

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A CRYING WOMAN IN SYRIA
by Nzongi N. Mwero
A woman on her horse,
All the children crying,
People lay wounds and hurt,
Everywhere scenes of dying,
    A crying woman in Syria

Please don’t go cried as a refugee,
For you love your kids so,
Kids must be saved everybody...

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President Putin's having Turkey for Christmas dinner this year!
I think with stuffing inside it
Will he be having second helpings?...

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Barrel bombs fall like summer rain
From a clear blue sky,
Causing suffering and pain,
Causing kids to die.
People flee a war-torn home,
You can hear them scream.
And to Europe thousands roam,
A relentless stream.
Unseen from high altitude
Death comes silently
With absolute certitude
Life led violently 
All that’s left a shattered ground,
A...

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You now would think Khadaffi falling 
From the stool was first the shaping
For the world to come. Listen
Loudly the silent deaths of forest leaves falling abroad
From Sudan to Syria, pen
The Arab spring wilted in the blind Syrian discord

It is not black and white any more
The...

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Paris, Syria, the World at Large

Said the people punished by war, 
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resounding tremors amplify the echo,
contribute to the constancy and duress. 
Glued to the news, 
what more can we do?
The good die.
The bad sometimes eradicated. 
Every heart lights up with hate or...

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Syria 
They are playing 
Politics 
With peoples life 

Russian Caviar and
American hamburger
Do not blend 
    
Passover and Iran
Break the bread mates.  
And restrain yourself....

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Paris, Syria, the World at Large

Said the people punished by war, 
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resounding tremors amplify the echo,
contribute to the constancy and duress. 
Glued to the news, 
what more can we do?
The good die.
The bad sometimes eradicated. 
Every heart lights up with hate or...

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It is in our fragile, nearly broken, exposure
that we are most available for love
and remedial gratitude,
rather than the louder applause
of our full-blown ballistic glory.

While exercising restrained patience breeds tolerance,
giving pregnant reign to co-empathy compels timeless flow
of organic eternity.

Empathy grows fragile compassionate pause,
easily broken by impatient...

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Funny
No longer 
Seems as funny
When
Syrian
Tax 
Dollar money

Purchased by the power
Of social media
  
Reigns down from a sky
Where children die
And dreams are bled
On broken crying parents beds 

Funny's just is not 
Funny
When it revolves around money

In this cynical old world
Where countless masses
Syrian
Tax
Money

Begs the question
Who is...

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"Hiding Philadelphia"

The ground has cracked open 
like an egg, 
the shell scattered 
all about 
the yolk of life
sucked into the rubble 
where a child is born 
and carried out 
like a prayer 
an offering
to the silence
of mothers 
lost in the 
sentences
of the seven
churches
consorting
with angels and...

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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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Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales

And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains 

Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured

Lucky, You have a home and a steak...

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