Kuwait Poems - Poems about Kuwait

The camel musk entered my tent today a quiet sand storm arouse the warm wind settled outside white garments blew in the breeze i could hardly collect myself my thoughts were on American things like Antonio's pizza why I'd mastered nano breads pita pockets honey dipping peppermint tea with lemon grass aroma soaring though out...

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In Kuwait's embrace, a star does shine, Yousef al-Mutairi, talent refined, On the court, he soars, with grace untold, Representing his land, a story unfolds. With dedication fierce, he strides the lane, A basketball maestro, glory to attain, A father strong, with love displayed, Guiding his children, his heart portrayed. In life's arena, he's done it his way, The right path chosen, come what...

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Coming to Kuwait? Make sure you stay in Kuwait City. There are over a hundred tours, and their gardens are pretty. Be sure and ask if you can see a Kuwait dinar if you dare. They are the priciest coins in the world, so don’t share. The shopping malls are full of exotic things to buy. There are numerous day...

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NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet OCTAVE: LORD, as morn yields to noon (or dawn) my SONnet will please, tease, release: I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus And His sacrifice...

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Christmas is supposed to be a great celebration, With a happy hearts and joyful occasion; Everyone's smiling greeting each and every person, Wishing a wonderful holiday and best season. Christmas tress are glamorous and full of decorations, With colorful and blinking lights that play your visions; At the top is a star that glows so bright among them all, And underneath are...

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things were different than before my sudden out burst I'd yet to explain I noticed small things like a butterflies cocoon my sense's were a bit altered as the smell of a dandelion sent me soaring again things were a bit different I suppose my laughter seemed out of style like an old pair of slacks...

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1977. Was the Queens Jubilee,also eventfull year flew down from Teeside to London Heathrow,for an overnight stay an onward journey to Kuwait, my father prime in the proffession he did scaffolding coordintor,myself and sister Tracy were only kids. Not many children get an oppertunity, stemming a family memory weeks rolled on, settling into school,became normality. I couldn`t...

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