Gaza Poems - Poems about Gaza

To Gaza people —Real Abdullah What will i say for Gaza, I have no anything to say When the people of Gaza, Don’t get any honor- like a pet. Then i feel bad—I'm about to cry . The gaza is the third world, Probably God doesn’t live there And doesn’t stay with Gaza people. Gaza is alone, The people of Gaza are all alone. Anyone...

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There lies a land behind the smoke, Where silence screams and hearts are broke Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones And cradles turn to shattered stones Babies cry with lips so dry No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands, Just bones and ruins buried in the sand They queue for crumbs and bleed...

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Gaza, from a large prison, has turned into The graveyard of humanity, in the gloom of Arab world’s complacency. The Gazans now await the awakening of our robbed conscience. Witness to their suffering, we are numbed by the bombs’ shockwaves And the ether of injustice, reeking through the pages of New York Times. My eyes are fixed on...

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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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