Syrian Poems - Poems about Syrian

Have wonderful days in Austria, until the war is over in Syria. Enjoy your life and adore what you can get. We give you more as we have for ourselves. We wish you the best, appreciate our helps. ...

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Immigrants are very useful now Roast a Turk to share with all your street Eat a Greek and let the people squeak A Viking flames the pudding with a bow Try a German sausage in the Court Eat him with a knife and fork and bread Frenchmen taste delicious so it’s said Finish with a sailor...

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How fast life goes! How slow we feel! When someone dear leaves us for real. How hard it gets! How tough the deal! If they're sublime and have ideals. They pay so much and beat ordeals. Their names spread and shake regimes. They shine so bright and join sunbeams. They soar so high no one can reach. They speak a...

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I hope i have a pleasant death somewhere in the wilderness, perhaps clinging to a shriveled Apple, struggling to grow in the blazing sun, in a dusty field on this warming, drying planet, or maybe crushed beneath a crumbling mosque during prayers to heaven's deities appeasing all that's good and just a gust of wind their hope in us and give...

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Weeping Webbed World (Apropos of a Syrian Nightmare) Affronts to humanity streak the skies Like once perched war eagles Soaring over communities of prey Where the lingering smell of death Is as normal as the scent flowers once had. A grieving webbed world in abject apathy Awaits the cesarean births of hope and peace— Hope and peace laboring on the delivery table of...

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A pockmarked plane atop the wooden box tilts as it dips in the Syrian void, its hollow compartment lining the faults like a silver ball which never rests but always rolls, always weary those worrisome holes that chisel the quarry to calcified clumps. Six years spent fighting, flushing freedom from his nepotistic keep, have rendered al-Assad a face full of age, nights...

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Mumma please find a new home for me, Somewhere like Syria before, where I was extremely happy, I know there were bombs going off permanently, And I understand it was only safe to flee. They took away everything from us, Including lives, schools, homes and trust. I don’t understand why we were caught in the fuss, And now our...

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SYRIAN REFUGEES I'm watching a programme on telly About the Syrian refugees Men and women and children Humanity brought to its knees I'm watching the desperate faces The terror and hunger and fear They're facing their ultimate nightmare And me? Well I'm just sitting here And saying 'Isn't it awful' 'Something needs to be done' Whilst searching the TV listings And planning my evening of fun Then I...

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I search for my family friends school hospital homebound church NOTHING WAS LEFT NOTHING WAS LEFT NOTHING WAS LEFT I scream for help NOTHING I was so weak I don't even think anyone heard my voice The blood dripping from my forehead I knew I was half dead But had the strength to push on as the rocks that I walked upon cut and bruised my feet each step I...

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Such a war torn land yet so many children still remain We simply couldn't understand it doesn't fit into our brain Yet there they sill stand for there is no safe place to run As the dead litter the land all the children wish is to again have fun And maybe a small bite to eat even if just...

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Dedicated to all the children who were Victims of the conflicts in Syria You have heard more grenades crack at dawn As bullets wizz beneath your pale sun- O Syrian Child! Whose family has been torn By Taliban glories and Tribal rivalries. O Syrian Child! To whom pain sets the day To whom bliss only exists in the books- You lost your sense...

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Children lie dying Punished for waking up one more day In unbearable heat, in a dirty war They have no Generals To defend them From the evils of men They have no advocates for peace All the gods seem to be sleeping As so many infants weep, into deathly silence They exist no more Good men take no action As evil men fight for more blood We...

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A bird flying in the Sky Can be evidence May be blind While the justice disappears Over the point of view Down to as a whole It may not downward To sit with them Sticks on the sky Flying without aim Looking back and at The theories of peace Word to word Weapon to weapon Blood to blood Hand to hand To fight and to celebrate For a happiness...

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Invisible ink flows Into the night ghosts go The cedars bleed once more...

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Unnumbered human corpses mutilated and spread like illegally-shot elephants in Waza Park! From ‘man know thyself’ to ‘man hates himself’- humans mutilate humans! Future-bound glorious infants, feeble moms and luck-abandoned dads bombed, suffocated, shot and slain by politico-economic drunks! Yawning stomachs here, blood-dripping arms there, open-mouth frozen heads here, rotting breasts there, decomposing legs here… We are in Homs, we are in Alep, we are in Damascus where there has been fierce fighting since long...

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