The following anti-war poems were written by Palestinians or about Palestine and are aimed to help encourage peace in the Middle East and raise awareness of the plight of Palestinians.

It's been seventy harvest seasons
And the farmer's still gone .....

Waving my flag 
Once more to the fray                                                  
For all men should die 
In the waves of the marching day

They tell me you killed five kids today 
I hope you made your country proud soldier

I remember the day I got lost in her words 

And her rebel spirit...what a pushover!

I wonder what the wicked believe:
Is it faith in power, war or false praise? 

You raised in my arms
The blue sky behind you 
My smile reflected twice
in your beautiful green eyes

Snatched and flung in hell and beyond,
His innocence shafted, his childhood gone.
 

My Keffiyeh will not be fondled by moths! It is no ordinary tablecloth!
It is freedom, lovely, in her chequers.

I was walking in my holy land
Flying like an innocent bird
And dreaming of my freedom
But surrounded with devils.

Inside your dark cell 
The place is like a hell 
Where you stay alone 
Count day after day 

Gaza, habibti keep standing
by flowers hugging the Moon
and life forever.

​And the seas and rivers and trees whistled the melody of freedom

A man lays on the floor of a roofless room,
Red liquid spills from his chest like a thousand roses in bloom.

The young Palestinian boy puts on his dead fathers shirt which is worn,
He tries sewing together the two parts of his mum's heart which has been torn.

She holds a tattered teddy bear,
Cotton leaks out - like blood- at the tear.

Palestinian olympic swimmer

You are no stranger to the Olympics,
an endurance runner you are
tripping
on the roots of olive trees
uprooted

A human cry
on the wind
Reaches high
A human cry

Her first born child
Pressed and dressed
against her breast.

Lie here with me
and hear my song
Of love and loss
Of dreadful wrong

IF

Knowing that such will obviously flay
The skin from flesh of children who have fled
From homes you phoned to say, “Go! Run away!

In memory of Ali Dawabsheh, an 18 month old Palestinian child burnt to
death in his sleep in July 2015 by illegal Israeli settlers.

I have seen
the invisible
heard the inaudible
eaten the inedible and
lived the unliveable.

Charity for Peace in the Middle East