Famous Palestine Poems

Palestine Poems are filled with feelings of love, joy, and sometimes a bit of sadness too. 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 realised Palestine, but the United States, Israel, and some other countries haven’t yet. Nowadays, there are a lot of bombings in Ghaza everywhere. Thousands of kids have died. They even didn’t leave the hospitals.

Palestinian poetry is rich in history and emotions. They talk about togetherness and hope. Palestine poems are a river of feelings, flowing with the love, pain, and dreams of the people.

They express emotions that touch the heart, making us feel a strong connection to the land and its stories. They advocate for fairness, equality, and the right to a homeland. Let’s read some Palestinian poems.

Palestine Poems

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.

Palestine Poems

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.

Palestine Poems

Poetry From Palestine’s Kids

You who removed 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?

Fadwa Tuqan

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.

My Homeland

By Ibrahim Tuqan

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

Palestine Poems

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

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.

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.

Palestine Poems

In Jerusalem

Mahmoud Darwish

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.

On This Land, Those Who Deserve To Live

By Mahmoud Darwish

We have on this land that which makes life worth living
We have on this land all of that which makes life worth living
April’s hesitation
The aroma of bread at dawn
A woman’s beseeching of men
The writings of Aeschylus
Love’s beginning
Moss on a stone
Mothers standing on a flute’s thread
And the invader’s fear of memories
We have on this land that which makes life worth living
September’s end
A woman leaving ‘forty’ behind
with all of her apricots
The hour of sunlight in prison
A cloud reflecting a swarm of creatures
A people’s applause for those who face their own erasure with a smile
And the tyrant’s fear of songs.
We have on this land all of that which makes life worth living
On this land
The lady of our land
The mother of all beginnings
And the mother of all ends
She was called Palestine
Her name later became Palestine
My lady….
Because you are my lady
I have all of that which makes life worth living.

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FAQS

What is Palestine famous for?

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

What is written in the Quran about Palestine?

The following Qur’anic verses refer to Palestine: (2:58) “And [recall] when We said, “Enter this city and eat from it wherever you will in [ease and] abundance, and enter the gate bowing humbly and say, ‘Relieve us of our burdens.

What is the dua for Palestine?

O Allah, conceal their faults, calm their fears, and protect them from before them and behind them, from their right and their left, and from above them. Taken from the morning and evening remembrances of the Prophet ﷺ, this du’a seeks Allah’s protection from every direction.

What is the famous poem in Palestine Poems?

Mahmoud Darwish’s poem “On this land, those who deserve to live” is well known to Palestinians.

Who is the famous Palestinian poet?

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.

How did poetry become a tool of resistance for Palestinians?

For Palestinians, poetry is “compensation for their lack of physical power,” Alshaer says. “They have been exposed to these practices of violence by the Israeli occupation and left with nothing, so they have used their voice to the maximum

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