Who can come up with a poem about the middle east conflict?

Question

common be creative

Answer 1

Path Of Peace

Peace is an easy path to tread

Peace is where our fears are mislaid

Peace is beginning to restore

Peace for each man, woman and child

Peace for the troubled streets gone wild

Peace is for the old and the young

Peace in the end will overcome

Peace builds trust into a lifestyle

Peace is a friendly open hand

Peace is a place to understand

Peace in the end will overcome

Peace is for the old and the young

Peace is a legacy to leave

Peace is when we don't have to grieve

Peace is an end to all the hate

Peace is why we negotiate

Peace for all the victims of war  

Answer 2

i am very bad at poetry,this is what i came up with, I wanted to share these two great poems

: Here are two poems from the Middle East, one by an Arab and one by an Israeli. The poems are not different in feeling from what other sources give us. But they fulfill poetry's ability to crystallize feeling in a way more memorable, more nuanced, more haunting, than other kinds of language.

First, a poem by the Palestinian Mahmoud Darwish, as translated from the Arabic by Tania Nasir:

I AM FROM THERE

I come from there and remember, I was born like everyone is born, I have a mother

and a house with many windows,

I have brothers, friends and a prison.

I have a wave that sea-gullls snatched away.

I have a view of my own and an extra blade of grass.

I have a moon past the peak of words.

I have the godsent food of birds and an olive tree beyond the ken of time.

I have traversed the land before swords turned bodies into banquets.

I come from there. I return the sky to its mother when for its mother the

sky cries, and I weep for a returning cloud to know me.

I have learned the words of blood-stained courts in order to break the rules.

I have learned and dismantled all the words to construct a single one:

Home

And here is a passage from "Jerusalem, 1967," a poem by the late Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai, as translated by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell:

From "Jerusalem 1967"

Always beside ruined houses and iron girders

twisted like the arms of the slain, you find

someone who is sweeping the paved path

or tending the little garden, sensitive

paths, square flower-beds,

Large desires for a horrible death are well cared-for

as in the monastery of the White Brothers next to the Lions' Gate.

But farther on, in the courtyard, the earth gapes:

columns and arches supporting the vain land

and negotiating with one another: crusaders and guardian angels,

a sultan and Rabbi Yehuda the Pious. Arched vaults with a

column, ransom for prisoners, and strange conditions in rolled-up

contracts, and sealing-stones. Curved hooks holding air.

Capitals and broken pieces of columns scattered like chessmen

in a game that was interrupted in anger,

and Herod, who already, two thousand years ago, wailed

like mortar-shells. He knew.

Answer 3

My first son Hassan

Was born on April the 9th

You might think

So what… why are you saying it

With such a gloomy tune

What is wrong with 9th of April?

You have to be a Palestinian

To understand

For on the 9th of April 1948

The massacre of Deir Yassin

Took place

Where every man women and child

Of that peaceful farming village

Was killed in cold blood

No one survived

Except those

Who pretended to be dead

As we celebrate the birth of a new born

With joy

We mourn and grief

Lost loved ones



In our midst

Nothing comes insular

Nothing is disjointed

No single colors

The fabric of our lives

Makes the most amazing tapestry

If you hold it backwards

Looking at the wrong side

You'll see a mirror image

Of shades of a blurred picture

With loops… knots and fraying thread

If you turn it over

It looks much neater

But still you can't actually see

The full picture

Only colors and shadows

But hey… take a little time

And walk backwards

Further back

Look at the tapestry

From a distance

You will be amazed

With its outstanding beauty

All these murky shades

That didn't make sense to you

Even disturbed you

When you were near

From far

These dark shadows

Are precisely what makes this piece

So unique

So spectacular

These unfathomable hues

Is what give our life portrait

Its depth

And hidden dimensions

Since that day of 1948

Many… many babies were born

On April the 9th

Our joys are always stained

With hints of sorrow

Our sadness is always colored

With hues of hope

Without which

The tapestry of our lives

Will never be complete

Won't be as rich

Or as beautiful

Don't waist much time

Staring at the wrong side with fury

Turn it over… walk further back… and feel the glory

  

Answer 4

There is a small country of Arabs and Jews

Who couldn't decide which pita was whose

They fought for days and argued long nights

Until the Jews said enough!  this isnt right

So the then there was nothing left to do

but argue about who humus belongs to who.

Answer 5

It's a small poem dedicated to all of my Palestinian friends.

In the deserts of Sudan

And the gates of Palestine

From Milan to Yucatan

Every woman, every man

Speak the word of freedom.

In the wilds of Borneo

And the vineyards of Bordeaux

Eskimo, Arab, Arapaho

Speak the word of freedom.

In the dock of Tiger Bay

On the road to Mandalay

From Jerusalem to Santa Fe

Over hills and far away,people

Speak the word of freedom.

Main idea was a fav poem by I. Drury a British open mind enslaved inside a suffering body.

Bye bye

Answer 6

A poem I just wrote about hope and peace and life.

Title:Ani Ma'amin

Ani Ma'amin

I believe

In a world of peace

In a world of love

Where neighbors

Love neighbors

Where HATE

Is not scribbled

All over the walls

In big capital letters

Where no one cries

When no one must beary

Their loved ones

Who died too soon

Where my flag

And your flag

Fly side-by-side

Where there are no walls

No fear

No tears

No exploding buses

Or ugly checkpoints

Where there is no shadows

Where children can play

Without fear

Where people can laugh

Where music plays

And people dance

Not afraid

Never afraid

Where no one says

I hate you

For no reason

Just because

Where people are free

To live life the way

It was meant to be lived-

With laughter

Where your God

Is my God

And it doesn't matter

That we face different

Directions when we pray

Or have different holidays

Or a different bible

After all

It's still one God

So I believe

I hope

I pray

Ani Ma'amin

Answer 7

To you my wet dream "Lala"

Das ist ein song fur alles die Middle-Easterneans from your Rabbi of p**n aka The Black-d***o of Fire.

Give a bit of Middle-East to me (You're a mystery)

And I give a bit of Middle-East to you (It's so confusing)

Give a bit of Middle-East to me (You're a mystery)

And I give a bit of Middle-East to you (Or am I dreaming?)

Give a bit of Middle-East to me (You're a mystery)

And I give a bit of Middle-East to you (It's so confusing)

Give a bit of Middle-East to me (You're a mystery)

And I give a bit of Middle-East to you (Or am I dreaming?)

Give a bit of Middle-East to me (You're a mystery)

And I give a bit of Middle-East to you (It's so confusing)

Give a bit of Middle-East to me (You're a mystery)

And I give a bit of Middle-East to you (Or am I dreaming?)

For you I break all the rules

And for you I go to the moon

'Cause you're the one

There's no-one else

There's no-one else (There's no-one else)

There's no-one else (There's no-one else)

Give a bit of Middle-East to me (You're a mystery)

And I give a bit of Middle-East to you (It's so confusing)

Give a bit of Middle-East to me (You're a mystery)

And I give a bit of Middle-East to you (Or am I dreaming?)

Vould you like me to wisper this poem to your silky smooth ears while I hold you firmly in my musculine arms, ya?

Das ist gut, ya? Zeeeeeeeeehr good meine little horny devil Lala!

(Translation: Veeeeeeeery good my horny little angel, Lala!)

Answer 8

The middle east has screwed the pooch

'cause GWB been back at the hootch.

And there ya go.

Answer 9

abraham left each son a will

telling that the others had to be killed

his grandchildren fight a fight that's so old

for the will of a man who would sacrifice his son to god.

Answer 10

In a land far far away, monsters roam the earth. Life is worthless and humanity is plagued with hunger. The living conditions are not suitable for animals, let alone the poor citizens of this land. But what should be expected from a land that has been taken over by monsters. The horror that this terrain has been consumed by has caused some people to flee their homes. Still, others stay steadfast , vowing never to be bullied out of their abodes, as humble as they may be. Those who left will be ever ridiculed for having abandoned their homes in a time of crisis. But the woes of their counterparts are unfathomable. The monstrosities that have flooded into the area have forced the remaining dwellers into hiding. Yet, even in hiding they are not safe.

In the calm of the evenings, doors are smashed open and children are ripped from the bosoms of comfort. They are beaten and humiliated, after which they are kept in isolation. What do you ask is the crime they have committed; this is an easy one, they chose to stay home rather than run.

Stay, Stay. Do not desert what will one day belong to you again. Once you leave there is no turning back. It is too great and vast outside your home. When you leave you allow the demise of divinity to take place. Lost are those who left. But to you who stay, fear not creation, fear the creator. For those who are pious know your place in his text.

Released from captivity, these young men make their way back home. The reality of it is that their homes have been destroyed during the time spent in detainment. There is no comfort in future occupations, for that to has been taken away as well. All their property has been ruined. Life is grim. Mothers weeping for lost husbands and sons. Children crying, longing to put back together their broken homes. Young ladies refusing to produce offspring's for fear of this world. Nevertheless, as shattered as spirits have become, they rise again and again.

These monsters are frightening, with their mighty armor and unparalleled weaponry. The wickedness of their vengeful plight to wipe out the remainder of these persons puts them in a sphere of their own. Lack of sympathy for mankind has set such characters apart from all civilizations. Fear not, ye whom be oppressed. History has taught that all things high above the rest shall come crashing down eventually.

Mothers withhold those tears, for they shall never be enough to salvage all that has been lost in the precious land of PALESTINE