Short Aviv Poems
Short Aviv Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Aviv by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Aviv by length and keyword.
Derrick Greaves once visited Tel Aviv
in the desert found a vivid motif
Creating inspiration so fine
into unique silhouette,colour & line
The scenes from Teheran and Tel Aviv
do in these blood-soaked knees
May this new war end
as fast as ‘twas begun
Were it in Haifa, one could understand
or Tel Aviv by the shoreline, let ‘em pound sand
But in Holy Jerusalem, a ‘gay pride parade’ ~
one is forced to conclude, there’s nothing sacred
Raining today
in the big apple
Yes, this metropolis is still here
Despite the
fact
that
we
have
been attacked
Yes, the masses of people
still long to visit
this "Baghdad on the Hudson"
as O.Henry named it
It is not Paris, Tel Aviv or London
But it is the place
I call home
Personally I think this city
will survive ,flourish and grow
How it began
Men in green uniforms
ice blue eyes and leathery lips
saw me in the crib
and declared this child
is an Aryan
I clicked my heels and
sucked my thumb
Mother took to singing
sentimental lieders
and received the fab
iron cross
I became the kindergarten's
Fuhrer
To my regret, peace broke
into my dream
I circumcised
we moved to Tel Aviv
the rest is history
If a bomb goes off on a train or bus,
I guarantee the aftermath will not be too fabulous.
If I found myself in Haifa, Jerusalem, or Tel Aviv,
the first thing I would want to do is leave.
I can name so many other places for a vacation.
In the Middle East, staunch hostility surrounds this nation.
They are not shooting at each other in Tahiti.
How many terrorists are roaming in Hawaii?
The fifth night of Chanukah
never falls on the Sabbath
This is a sign of great darkness
That is why, wherever a Jew may be
be it New York, Paris, London
Tokyo or Toronto or Tel Aviv
He must light the candles of Chanukah
to pierce that darkness, to
Beam the Spirit of Religious Freedom
Into a world rife with suspicion
struggling with oppression and blight
A World desperate for the Promise of Light
There I was in Tel Aviv
on my way to work
Sweltering Middle-East sun
a most unwelcome perk
December morning's
dusty, choking heat
creaky, crowded buses
melting asphalt streets
Yet as I walked the final
blocks to my daily grind
I found myself a-humming
season's songs in mind:
'Silver Bells' and 'Silent Night'
the words seeped from my lips
Was I in the 'Jewish State'
~ or had my brain played tricks