Gaza Poems - Poems about Gaza

The mule in  Gaza Slowly, on delicate legs, the last mule in Gaza, pulling a cart carrying old  mattresses, broken chairs, and small shrouds of children to a resting place Pulling a kart is as easy as there is no  elevations in Gaza, nor is there  a succulent green field where to feed Who feeds the mule? It can't live on  spent shells alone,...

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Two thousand five, the Israeli PM thought there he knew the way HE had to get out of Gaza, it's impossible to stay "We can't rule over all these people, and the world will thank us too" So he pulled out Jewish villages, but troubles only grew. Hamas took charge in Gaza, it blamed even World Wars on the...

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I write not with anger, but with the burden of sorrow that cannot be cleansed by diplomacy nor buried beneath the noise of geopolitics. For in Gaza, the earth drinks the blood of children, and the sky records the cries of mothers, while the world—our world—calculates the cost of silence. Under the shadow of international law, we proclaimed the right to...

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Gaza The baby Wrapped in a blanket Looks at the camera Emaciated face Large eyes Incomprehensively Looks at me I lower my gaze Who is going to Switch off The killing machine This harvester of Of death Not yet, not yet ...

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—A Cry from the Rubble to the Thrones of Power— In Gaza, the sky does not fall— It rains fire. Children sleep beneath concrete tombs, Mothers wail into hollow winds, And the olive trees Bleed. A boy holds his sister’s severed hand Like a prayer, Like a memory, Like a question God won’t answer anymore. America— Your silence roars like F-16s, Your aid is not charity, But crucifixion money. You...

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Oh yeah, promoters of war... How long will this mass massacre endure!? How many more do you want to make homeless, starving and struggling to survive You can't feed the poor or help the needy, But you always buy weapons for destruction Have anything, country, city, place etc. flourish amidst war?? Oh yeah suicide bombers How far have you...

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Beneath a sky once soft and blue, Now painted smoke, a darker hue, The cries of children split the air A lullaby of deep despair. The earth, it shakes with fire and flame, But none can tell the world who’s to blame, Innocence lies in crimson pools, While tyrants play with warlike tools. A mother holds a lifeless hand, A father searches through the...

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Every day, a new fight, For the dignity of human rights. People turning on each other, Instead of standing strong together. Prejudice against Black and Brown, Judging skin while tearing down. The suffering in Gaza—a tragic sight, Reflecting the loss of humanity’s light. The poor lie on roads to sleep, Without enough food, their struggles are deep. Villages parched with thirst and despair, In lands where...

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The air filled with cries, As people see, humanity dies. Gaza bleeds and screams, While the rest of the world dreams. Seeing their condition; eyes filled with tears, But they refused to give what's theirs. For the only one they fear is God, Giving them hope that His help is near. Little children die of hunger, Telling the world their faith is stronger. Hungry children...

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The things of which we cannot speak Make us become we cannot say The thing brought back from yesterday That praised the strong and crushed the weak That thing whose name we cannot name That fathers fought to keep at bay The thing we thought had gone away Now clothes our parliament in shame Klaus Barbie made their king of spies Elon von...

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Greenland will be our posh winterland plaza Blueprints unfold for a Riviera Gaza Just hot air baloneyism Or old-fashioned colonialism? Panamanians shout leave! Viva la Raza!...

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The chorus of criticism echoes unblessed Where millions hide waiting misled and repressed Destruction and mayhem the rallying cry With freedom the villain — in hope’s genocide (The New Room: February, 2025) ...

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I do not want to turn on the radio because I do not want to hear about more Palestinians starving in Gaza I do not want to satisfy the growling in my stomach because I do not want to feel full when so many perish, even as food deteriorates at locked boarders I do not want...

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Filtering through the empty broken balconies along the rivieras are the waning cacophonies echoing monotonous songs, “Merciless they are to us at the breaking of dawn” Where life once thrived, we arrived in the city called the strip, an open-air prison, an amphitheater without any spectators ...

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The Children of Gaza are heroes in front of the world, Helpless and ignored, starved to death but hopeful. Enveloped in mass brutality and unbridled cruelty. Their grandparents , mothers and fathers have been killed. The Children of Gaza, so adored and dear, Confiscated of their humanity, their childhood stolen away ruthlessly. The Children of Gaza, their future lost...

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