Poetry for Palestine speaks truth to power and challenges injustices. Palestine is a famous country in the world. The word Palestine is derived from the Greek word Philistia. Islam is a major religion in Palestine.
More than 135 United Nations members have realized Palestine, but the United States, Israel, and some other countries haven’t yet.
Masjid Al-Aqṣā is the oldest mosque in Palestine, where Prophet Muhammad (SAW) stayed for one night during the migration. This is also the oldest place for prayer in the world.
The current situation in Masjid Al-Aqṣā is not good. Thousands of Muslims are killed by the Israeli military. Most of the martyrs are innocent kids.
They are bombing everywhere; even the hospitals are not safe. May Allah grant his mercy to Palestinians. The verses about Palestine capture the spirit of love and the thirst for freedom.
This is the purest land. Let every word resonate and invite you into a world of passion, struggle, and hope. In a place of conflicts and hardships, Palestine poetry is a safe way for people to express their joys and sorrows.
Palestinian poetry is rich in history, tradition, and emotions. Palestine will be free one day, in Sha Allah. Here are some of the best verses and poems for Palestine.
Viral Poetry for Palestine
One day Palestine will be free!
There was once a land called Palestine
Where Christians, Muslims, and Jews lived fine
In the 1800s,
It was ruled by the Ottoman Empire
Meanwhile a bearded guy
Founded Zionism for Jews to aspire
A land that becomes their home, and safe
Only for their kind
Then there was World War 1
That ended when the Allies won
And England was like “Hey, this beautiful land is totally mine”
Still, the name was Palestine
Even though it was colonized
And a promise for a Zionist state
Was made by a man that had no right!
Then more and more Jews arrived
Seeking refuge and that’s alright
Until their plan to steal the land
Was no longer to hide!
The year was 1948,
When Israel bullied its way into a “state”
Thousands of Palestinians fled their homes to survive
No right to return, no right for a home, no right to fight for the land that they owned
Israel expanded more and more into an APARTHEID
Where is your dignity?
Call it ” conflict” That’s insanity!
One day Palestine will be free!
So be on the right side of history
You’re antisemitist if you stand against war crimes
Don’t be brainwashed by the news
Now you can see for yourself the truth.
I Write the Land
I want to write the land,
I want the words
to be the land itself.
But I’m just a statue the Romans carved
and the Arabs forgot.
Colonizers stole my severed hand
and stuck it in a museum.
No matter. I still want to write it –
the land.
My words are everywhere
and silence is my story.
The Shelling Ended
No one will know you tomorrow.
The shelling ended
only to start again within you.
The buildings fell, the horizon burned,
only for flames to rage inside you,
flames that will devour even stone.
The murdered are sunk in sleep,
but sleep will never find you –
awake forever,
awake until they crumble, these massive rocks
said to be the tears of retired gods.
Forgiveness has ended,
and mercy is bleeding outside of time.
No one knows you now,
and no one will know you tomorrow.
You, like the trees,
were planted in place while the shells were falling.
Poetry From Palestine’s kids
You who remove me from my house
have also evicted my parents
and their parents from theirs.
How is the view from my window?
How does my salt taste?
Shall I condemn myself a little
for you to forgive yourself
in my body?
Gaza’s Gentle Whisper
Amidst the chaos, Gaza stands strong,
A testament to love, where hearts belong,
In its gentle whispers, and ocean’s roar,
Love finds a way, forevermore.
On its shores, lovers often meet,
Sharing dreams, making memories sweet,
Under the canopy of the starry dome,
Love finds a way, finds a home.
Though times are tough, and days are grim,
Gaza’s love stories never dim,
For in every whisper, every glance,
Love in Gaza gets its chance.
Freedom’s Call
From the mountains high to valleys deep,
Echoes a cry, making hearts weep,
In the rhythm of footsteps, the night’s lull,
Resounds the anthem of freedom’s call.
Children’s dreams and elders’ tales,
All speak of freedom beyond the jails,
With every dawn, hope anew,
Palestine’s spirit, strong and true.
On the horizon, a future clear,
Where chains break, and skies appear,
For in each heart, in every hall,
Resonates the echo of freedom’s call.
The Shelling Ended
No one will know you tomorrow.
The shelling ended
only to start again within you.
The buildings fell, the horizon burned,
only for flames to rage inside you,
flames that will devour even stone.
The murdered are sunk in sleep,
but sleep will never find you –
awake forever,
awake until they crumble, these massive rocks
said to be the tears of retired gods.
Forgiveness has ended,
and mercy is bleeding outside of time.
No one knows you now,
and no one will know you tomorrow.
You, like the trees,
were planted in place while the shells were falling.
Fadwa Tuqan – Enough for Me
Enough for Me
Enough for me to die on her earth
be buried in her
to melt and vanish into her soil
then sprout forth as a flower
played with by a child from my country.
Enough for me to remain
in my country’s embrace
to be in her close as a handful of dust
a sprig of grass
a flower.
Mahmoud Darwish – In Jerusalem
In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls,
I walk from one epoch to another without a memory
to guide me. The prophets over there are sharing
the history of the holy … ascending to heaven
and returning less discouraged and melancholy, because love
and peace are holy and are coming to town.
I was walking down a slope and thinking to myself: How
do the narrators disagree over what light said about a stone?
Is it from a dimly lit stone that wars flare up?
I walk in my sleep. I stare in my sleep. I see
no one behind me. I see no one ahead of me.
All this light is for me. I walk. I become lighter. I fly
then I become another. Transfigured. Words
sprout like grass from Isaiah’s messenger
mouth: “If you don’t believe you won’t be safe.”
I walk as if I were another. And my wound a white
biblical rose. And my hands like two doves
on the cross hovering and carrying the earth.
I don’t walk, I fly, I become another,
transfigured. No place and no time. So who am I?
I am no I in ascension’s presence. But I
think to myself: Alone, the prophet Muhammad
spoke classical Arabic. “And then what?”
Then what? A woman soldier shouted:
Is that you again? Didn’t I kill you?
I said: You killed me … and I forgot, like you, to die.
Ibrahim Tuqan – My Homeland
My homeland
My homeland
Glory and beauty
Sublimity and prettiness
Are in your hills
Life and deliverance
Pleasure and hope
Are in your atmosphere
Will I see you?
Safe and comfortable
Sound and honored
Will I see you?
In your eminence
Reaching the stars
My homeland
My homeland
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The youth will not get tired
Their goal is your independence
Or they die
We will drink from death
But we will not be slaves to our enemies
We do not want
An eternal humiliation
Nor a miserable life
We do not want
But we will return
Our great glory
My homeland
My homeland
*
The sword and the pen
Are our symbols
Not talking nor quarreling
Our glory and covenant
And a duty to fulfill it
Shake us
Our honor
Is an honorable cause
A raised flag
O, your beauty
In your eminence
Victorious over your enemies
My homeland
My homeland
Viral Poetry For Palestine
FAQS
Palestinian poets often write about the common theme of a strong affection, a sense of loss, and longing for a lost homeland. This is the right time to share poetry for Palestine.
Mahmoud Darwish (Arabic: مَحمُود دَرْوِيْش, romanized: Maḥmūd Darwīsh, 13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008) was a Palestinian poet and author who was regarded as Palestine’s national poet.
Uniquely, Palestine is a holy land for three of the world’s major religions: Christianity, Islam, and Judaism. Jerusalem is home to the Al-Aqsa Mosque and the Dome of the Rock Mosque. The Ummayad Dynasty built the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem in the 7th century CE.
The region (or at least a part of it) is also known as the Holy Land and is held sacred among Jews, Christians, and Muslims. Since the 20th century, it has been the object of conflicting claims by Jewish and Arab national movements, and the conflict has led to prolonged violence and, in several instances, open warfare.
Hamas is one of two major political forces in the Palestinian territories, the other being Fatah, which was previously known as the Palestinian National Liberation Movement. Fatah retains control of the Palestinian National Authority in the Israeli-occupied West Bank.
The city of Ramallah is the de facto capital of Palestine. While most Palestinians consider Jerusalem their rightful capital, so do Israelis, and sharing Jerusalem seems unlikely for now. So, that leaves Ramallah to host the Palestinian government and international agencies
Gaza Strip, Arabic Qiṭāʿ Ghazzah, Hebrew Reẓuʿat ʿAzza, is a territory occupying 140 square miles (363 square km) along the Mediterranean Sea just northeast of the Sinai Peninsula. The Gaza Strip is unusual in being a densely settled area not recognized as a de jure part of any existing country.
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