Best Afghan Poems

I want to wear a djellabas.
Blackness engulfing me in its tentlike refuge
veiled in gauze.
Or a burkha of blue with a screen
over my face to hide
my eyes.

I want to wear rope sandals
down a dusty Afghan road on
the warmest of days 
with the wind whistling
through the Khyber...

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A poem by John Nesbitt © 22.11.2013 

I was eighteen years old and wanting to fight 
 I found what I looked for, in bars late at night 
 I took on the big guys, the small ones as well 
 They were all tough,...

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The policy of hate and date,
You may not like but it’s the truth,
The bitter truth mate!
Was it a lone wolf terror or was it a coordinated fight?

Who cares since it targeted souls
Despised by night.
But you are no God to legislate and
Decide on fate

An act that...

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She was born in a upper middle class family 
Laila was her name given by her father 
Her father had four wives accordingly,
She was not welcomed there.

She was only a girl in that big house 
Rest of them were her brothers 
She had to stay...

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Daisy-flux
Pashtun kickboxing
Blank stares
Cut-off
Free life
Classy travel
Super kamarati...

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The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s joy 
The definitive Lord Fauntleroy 
But with all that coiffure
One is never quite sure 
If the “she” is a girl or a boy...

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I’ve not been to Afghanistan
Fred has
He’s seen the summer dust
He’s breathed the summer dust
He’s felt the winter snow
He’s walked the fields
where those other poppies grow

Fred’s eyes have measured the mountain heights
that divide the valleys – that divide the fights
that divide the people of that land
His...

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Cries of agony
Desert land
No-person zone
No man’s land
No man can control the dusk and sand
Tanks squashing the houses
No hope
No hospitals
No food
No life
Just battle
Guns
The bullet
Evil deadly bullet
Armies formalise
To take over the no man’s land
None survive
Because the ones who live in the desert
Aren’t men
They are heroes
A consequence of...

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The girl of a thousand voices
The girl of green eyes
The girl making her dreams happen
The life of joy
Cooks at her every need
Life of opportunity
No more destruction
No more fighting
No more issues for women in the homeland
All her dreams come true
All her brothers love her dearly
Happy Joy
For...

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Poisonous laburnum hang downwards,
These dusty streets,
Hot as herbs and spices,
Touching deep buttery Panjshir Valley,
The Great Highland Bagpipes.

Sweaty, I will tell you,
About hegira-state,
Our rugged landscape,
Our legendary generosity,
The children of Afghan.

Dad, Valley of the Five Lions?
The legend of five spiritual guardians?...

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Spraying spitfire in their tanks
Killing the children
No difference between Vietnam
Prejudice ways
Hear this
The man who is anti-killer
Obama invades Libya
Afghan Killers
Give them some food
Not Ak’s
Bitter beheading in Iraq
Afghan Killers
Hear this rhyme
The rhyme of justice
The rhyme of human rights
The rhyme that will feed every innocent child
Who are we...

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afghan hound dogs are
the oldest dog species and
fast than a racehorse


2019 September 17...

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Religion was the juxtaposition 
the central point of our vision 
the direction the difference 
always destined for distance 

Now I see and hear humans 
emotions, and how I use them, 
they were gifted our given,
that now after 20 years isn't 

And I feel our united...

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wiseacres worked out
                      wishy-washy withdrawals
                   ...

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Meryl Streep laments that a squirrel
More rights flaunts, cats more freedom unfurl,
Bulbuls sing with broad choice,
But where’s Afghan girl’s voice?
If women in Kabul
Quelled are under male rule,
Oh, what to marvel on world morale?
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Happenings |31.09.2024|women, freedom

Poet’s note: Women’s freedom has gone from bad to Worse in...

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