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Share your "Favourite & Famous" Poems here..

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This thread is dedicated to our favourite & famous Aunty " (www.)"you can't post links until you reach 50 posts_www.gawaher(contact admin if its a beneficial link)/index.php?showuser=13171"]umAhmed[/url] "

As this thread is her idea. In first post here, I'm gonna share her favourite Poem..

Enjoy your stay in a very Poetry way :D

Jazaak Allah Khair / Thnx

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A tear and a tribute

VISION

By, Kahlil Gibran

There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were two basins -- one empty of water and the other of seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless bird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep silence and respect -- something worth of examination and meditation by the heard and conscience.

 

As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid heaps of gold.

 

Before my eyes I saw the cage turned suddenly into a human skeleton, and the dead bird into a man's heart which was bleeding from a deep wound that looked like the lips of a sorrowing woman. A voice came from that wound saying,

"I am the human heart, prisoner of substance and victim of earthly laws.

 

"In God's field of Beauty, at the edge of the stream of life, I was imprisoned in the cage of laws made by man.

 

"In the centre of beautiful Creation I died neglected because I was kept from enjoying the freedom of God's bounty.

 

"Everything of beauty that awakens my love and desire is a disgrace, according to man's conceptions; everything of goodness that I crave is but naught, according to his judgment.

 

"I am the lost human heart, imprisoned in the foul dungeon of man's dictates, tied with chains of earthly authority, dead and forgotten by laughing humanity whose tongue is tied and whose eyes are empty of visible tears.

 

"All these words I heard, and I saw them emerging with a stream of ever thinning blood from that wounded heart.

 

More was said, but my misted eyes and crying should prevented further sight or hearing.

Provided By: Aunty "umAhmed"

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Am a Moderate Muslim

I don’t pray 5 times a day

Only jummah is enough for me

I don’t fast the full thirty

Five is how many I do

Yes I drink

But only in moderation

I don’t get drunk or puke up in the loo

Yes I am a moderate Muslim

I check out the fit women

But only one at a time

I don’t sleep with them

Coz that’s extreme

I only date them, hug them, hold hands and kiss them.

Coz everything in moderation right?

I take drugs

But only class C ones

Avoid the hard ones

Coz only the fanatics do that

A moderate Muslim is the label I have given myself

Coz I can’t leave Islam

Coz it’s the truth

Can’t be an atheist or secular humanist

So I reconcile my Islam

To please the westerners

By compromising

And trying oh so very hard to fit in

My name is Muhammed

But to all and sundry I am Mo

During lunch and after work

Off to the pub I go

A few bevies

Nothing to heavy

Every weekday

Except for Fridays

Coz that’s a holy day

Despite all my compromises of my Islam

I cannot find any peace of mind or satisfaction in my heart

I feel guilty and ashamed

Feelings of nausea and self hate

My mind is in conflict and I find myself asking a question

Maybe to this you can relate

 

The question is

If you’re convinced of Islam then why follow it in moderation?

Should you not follow it completely and fundamentally?

Despite what the non-Muslims think or say

Coz who are they to tell us how we should follow the truth

When they are lost and following the misguidance.

Author: Showkat

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Assalamu Alaikum, This Poem by Allamah Iqbal is full of wisdom, InshaAllah I hope you will all enjoy it.

 

Flattery

 

 

One day a Spider was telling a Fly

'Everyday on this route you are passing by'

 

But not for once did my fortune trigger

That, towards my home you never got nearer

 

It matters not if from strangers you abstain

But away from friends you shouldn't remain

 

My home if you come

That shall be my honor!

That ladder in the front

Will reach you to your friend

 

When heard the fly the talk of the Spider-friend

(It said) O Sire! Play this game on the ignorant

 

This fly is not among the foolish ones

Who goes up your ladder and never returns

 

Hearing this the Spider said,

 

"Ah! You think a traitor I am?

A fool like you will nowhere be found.

 

Lord knows from where you came flying?

If you remain at my home what is wrong?

 

Many are the things for you to see

Although a small hut it is when from outside you see

 

On the doors are hanging curtains very fine

On the walls are mirrors that is full of shine

 

Said the fly: Fine! What you say is true but,

Your home I will come not.

 

O Lord! Save me from such subtle discourse

Once laid on them, then I will never arise!

 

When listened the Spider the talk of the Fly

It thought of a plan to bring the little one nigh

 

A hundred things with flattery is got done

Everyone in this world is a slave when put this crown

 

These things did the Spider think

And said,

'Lord has given u a high rank.'

 

In love I am with your face

That began when I saw you at once

 

Your eyes are shining like diamond

Your head with a crest has Allah adorned

 

This beauty, this attire, this splendor, this honor

And a resurrection it is your flight in the air

 

Pity arose in the fly when heard this flattery

It said 'I wish not to cause you any agony'

 

The habit of refusing I believe is bad

To break one's heart is in fact bad!

 

Saying this, it flew from its place

When it came near, the Spider jumped to lay the seize

 

Hungry was the Spider for many days

But now sitting at home,

The fly was flown to its place!

 

Translation by Jaihoon.

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Assalamu Alaikum, I am so sorry that our posts of one whold day are gone, but then again, maybe it was for the best, Wallahu Alam, Allah knows Best.

 

I just wanted to add my sincere thanks to the blog owner Subhaanallaah, hehe. Really I CAN ONLY SAY, MAY Allah HELP ME TO give you half as much of respect and honour and love you all give me. I AM REALLY HUMBLED.

 

JazaakAllahu Khairan again. Salaams, aunty.

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I just wanted to add my sincere thanks to the blog owner Subhaanallaah, hehe. Really I CAN ONLY SAY, MAY Allah HELP ME TO give you half as much of respect and honour and love you all give me. I AM REALLY HUMBLED.
Assalam Alaikum

 

Its my pleasure Aunty. For our favourite Aunty, Whtever I can do - I'll DO..

 

May Allah (SWT) bless you Jannah.. ameen

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Well since my post was deleted. I'll post it again :D

 

The second coming

 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

 

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 

William Butler Yeats

 

My favorite book ''Things fall Apart'' by Chinua Achebe is based on this poem.

 

Try and get your paws on it, its a really good read.

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REMEMBER..

 

When becoming humiliated, remember the Prophet (Peace be upon him) in Ta'if.

 

When being starved, remember the Prophet (Peace be upon him) tying two stones to his stomach in the battle of Khandaq.

 

When becoming angry, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) control of anger on the martyrdom of his beloved Uncle Hamza.

 

When losing a tooth, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) tooth in the battle of Uhud.

 

When bleeding from any part of the body, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) body covered in blood on his return from Ta'if.

 

When feeling lonely, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) seclusion in Mount Hira .

 

When feeling tired in Salaat, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) blessed feet in Tahajjud.

 

When being prickled with thorns, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) pain from Abu Lahab's wife.

 

When being troubled by neighbours, remember the old woman who would empty rubbish on the Prophet (Peace be upon him) .

 

When losing a child, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) son, Ibrahim.

 

When beginning a long journey, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) long journey to Madinah.

 

When going against a Sunnah, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) intercession, (Ummati, Ummati, Ummati) (My Ummah).

 

When sacrificing an animal, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) sacrifice of 63 animals for his Ummah.

 

Before shaving your beard, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) face rejecting the two beardless Iranians.

 

When falling into an argument with your wife, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) encounter with Aisha and Hafsa.

 

When experiencing less food in the house, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) days of poverty.

 

When experiencing poverty, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) advice to Ashaab-e-Suffa (People of Suffa).

 

When losing a family member, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) departure from this world.

 

When becoming an orphan, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) age at six.

 

When sponsoring an orphan, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) sponsor for Zaid ibn Haritha.

 

When fearing an enemy, remember the Prophet's (Peace be upon him) saying to Abu Bakr in Mount Thour.

 

Whatever situation you may find yourself in, remember your role model, the best of creation: Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him).

 

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Heres one of my favourite poems,I wrote this myself a short while ago and won a writing contest with it. :D

 

SURAH AR-RAHMAN

 

In the quitness of my vivid thoughts

i reached out far,far as the sky

and found nothing,nothing at all,

 

Where are you AR-RAHMAN?

 

patient tears flowed up on an endless crevice

burning the current's path in to a deeper emotion-

vision of material and mentall success, possessions,fame,hopes and fantasises

built empty dreams upon weak ideals,

in a safe-created world, my self-created world,

 

Where are you AR-RAHMAN?

 

i was surrounded,drowned within my own thoughts,my own soul,

by frustration, denial, and an image of who i'd become

Recollection of particles,

of school,

of life,

of award,

of moments that were drawn upon reflect" living"

and "achievement" ,

 

Where are you AR-RAHMAN?

 

attracted like a magnet by a girl who thought she was my artist,my dream,my rose,my heart,my soul,

an artist drawing in my heart,

playing with my incapacitated heart,playing with my weak broken emotions,

my heart

is nothing more than petals,petals of my rose, that remains dead to the

conscience of my heart.

 

WHERE ARE YOU AR-RAHMAN,i neeeeeed u!!!

 

Memories of times

when i thought i should be happy,would be happy,can be happy.

I stood shuddering in a shamefull loneliness,

just me,myself and I,well I'm used to it now,

letting the bitter horrible wind of reality consume me and eat me up,burning me,

and yet i don't know why...

 

AR-RAHMAN,pleeeeeeease answer MEEEeee!

 

feelings i see in my patchwork of faded existance,i feel invisible,gone,lonely within the

depths of my lost abandoned soul,my heart,myself,

my lonely life seems to reveal that something was missing,

was always missing,what is missing,u know,

I quit my self furthur & try to find out why the tears

burn with shame and the Noor has disappeared,you ask what Noor,you would ask that,as I have no qualities,I am a nobody,

from my shining,glowing, beautiful face,my innocent eyes shed tears,

the tears had become an ocean,which ships could go on,

which I drowned my loved ones in,

 

AR-RAHMAN,pleeeease remove this severe hardship from MEEee!!

 

perhaps it was never there

perhaps i never let it into my heart

perhaps i thought i was strong enough on my own,

just me,myself and I,three souls, three hearts

,three people who love me,care for me,three chances,3 glimpses of hope,desires,temptations,

i guess i don't need anyone else,

i guess its fine to have a jigsaw piece of your life missing,

which is me,forget about me,I am just a particle,an atom,wind blowing to your heart

and boucing far away,away from you,because I have no place in your heart,

i cry my heart out,my soul out,

my tears of water become red sticky blood,

blood dripping down my miserable face,my heart broken,

cracked,losing everything,losing my loved ones,

losing my brothers and sisters,who I love,love so dearly, love with devotion,tenderness,passion

love within the depths of my heart,i fear,

as long as your all happy,i'm happy,

don't worry about me,

I'm just a fragement of your imagination,

 

AR-RAHMAN, surely you can’t leave me,like everyone else has,

U say your always there for me,

Then SUDDENLY, comes a glimmer of hope,a glimmer of light,sight, by the Al-Might,

 

every second I live is a blessing,every breath I take is a blessing,every bite I eat is a blessing,every sip I drink is a blessing,

the fact is oh AR-RAHMAN,you are always there,giving me a chance,giving me light,I just don’t realize it with my corrupted mind,

 

look at the atoms in water flowing coherently,

look at the sun,shining its light and heat out,

look at the solar system,spinning every second,so precise,so concise,

look at the plants,which stay happy when it rains,thunders,storms,

look at nature,how it is perfect,how it sets the standard for us all to follow,nature stays happy,so should I,

look at the bright shiny colours,yellow,blue,green,red,

I can taste their sweetness,their shine,their glow,their fruityness touching my tongue,

look at the birds singing all in a group,bright early during day,

dark late during the night,

 

Oh AR-RAHMAN,you are worthy of much more then praise,I forget u,

U remember me,i walk towards u,u run towards me,

 

Oh AR-RAHMAN,u have given me a strong companion,the Holy Quran,

I don’t need anyone else,the Quran adds another dimension to my life,

SUBHANALLAH!!

the Quran gives my hope,when i open it up,i see a whole new world,sin free,when I put it against my chest it purifies the pain in my weak heart,the Quran calls me,read me dear muslim and I run towards it,unlike some people who use it as decoration in their cupboard,

such poetry,

such elegance,

such excitement,

such fear,

such beauty,

all in one,just look at the Surah,the Surah AR-RAHMAN,this Surah mashallah sums up the message,the objective of life,Allah U are the artist of poetry,

 

this Surah has meanings as deep as an ocean,every water drop makes up one letter,SUHANALLAH!!!

 

Ooh AR-RAHMAN,you have given me the answers,the rules,everything and yet I want more,more,more,

I will always remember,

When Allah loves a person,He inflicts him with hardship,

It is not just me,myself and I,

But me,myself,I and AR-RAHMAN by my side at all times!!

 

 

 

" Oh Allah(swt) please forgive me,

i need YOU, I need YOUR guidance,YOUR forgiveness,

YOUR mercy. I am nothing when i fail to remember YOU,

Iam nothing without YOU,

.... I am nothing at all"

 

surely u are the most beneficent,the most merciful.

 

 

W/s

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Assalamu Alaikum, MashaAllah, that is beautiful Aaqib, always thought of you as a young man worried about getting A or A+ in the exams, and concerned about which university will accept you, lol. and here we have A Poet in the making, or already made , I am sure your parents are Proud of you and the whole Forum will be proud of your talent, I CAN TELL YOU I AM. It really touched my heart.

 

You should keep up your Poetry writing, inshaAllah, and who knows what could happen one day.......... Lights, bright lights, AUTOGRAPHS, etc. etc.

 

InshaAllah I am going to add something here which would compliment your poem.

 

Assalamu Alaikum, aunty umAhmad.

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Assalamu Alaikum, This poem is written by none other than our very own SUPPORT TEAM MEMBER, and my dearest daughter. Assalamu Alaikum.

 

"OH DO YOU SEE"

By UmEesaa

 

The beauty of Allah’s creation is much

But most fail to see

 

The stars in the dark, lamps of the night

The sun in the morning, big and bright,

The clouds in the sky, gray and white,

Oh, do you see what I see?

 

The beauty of Allah’s creation is much

But most fail to see

 

Pools of water, salty and sweet,

Fields of grass, spread like a sheet,

Flickers of fire, light and heat,

Oh, do you see what I see?

 

The beauty of Allah’s creation is much

But most fail to see

 

A bird is flying, wings in the air,

A cat is grooming, licking its hair,

A deer is eating, never unaware,

Oh, do you see what I see?

 

The beauty of Allah’s creation is much

But most fail to see

 

 

Gold are the hearts, that feel pain and glee,

Silver are the minds, that agree and disagree,

Bronze are the eyes, that notice and see,

Oh, do you see what I see?

 

The beauty of Allah’s creation is much,

Then why do most fail to see?

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:D subhanAllah!

 

:D what a beautiful poem written by umEesaa, :D for sharing Aunty :D

 

That is so true^^ why do we fail to acknowledge the beauty that Allah has bestowed upon us!

 

Brother Aaqib^^ :D beautiful poems! :D

 

:D for sharing, i'll try and post some of my works soon!

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Assalamu Alaikum, this poem by rudyard Kipling for some reason reminds me of our Brothers in different Prisons through out the world. May Allah protect them and take care of them, because He alone is the Real Protector. It's a sad Poem, but still......

 

The Mother's Son

By Rudyard Kipling.

From "Limits and Renewals" (1932)

 

 

I have a dream -- a dreadful dream --

A dream that is never done.

I watch a man go out of his mind,

And he is My Mother's Son.

 

They pushed him into a Mental Home,

And that is like the grave:

For they do not let you sleep upstairs,

And you aren't allowed to shave.

 

And it was not disease or crime

Which got him landed there,

But because They laid on My Mother's Son

More than a man could bear.

 

What with noise, and fear of death,

Waking, and wounds and cold,

They filled the Cup for My Mother's Son

Fuller than it could hold.

 

They broke his body and his mind

And yet They made him live,

And They asked more of My Mother's Son

Than any man could give.

 

For, just because he had not died,

Nor been discharged nor sick,

They dragged it out with My Mother's Son

Longer than he could stick....

 

And no one knows when he'll get well --

So, there he'll have to be:

And, 'spite of the beard in the looking-glass,

I know that man is me!

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Assalam Alaikum

 

I'm happy tht this thread is moving on :D

 

Jazaak Allah Khair Aunty for making this thread more alive.. & thnx to all for your valuable inputs.

 

May Allah (SWT) guide us all on the right path.. ameen

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Assalamu Alaikum, here is one, that I came across and loved it. Salaams and duaas, aunty.

 

"A POEM ABOUT AUNTS"

NELLIE LOUISE

 

 

 

Her once shiny black hair is completely all white

And her tall frame is now smaller and ever so slight.

Her face shows the signs of her eighty-two years

It reflects all her happiness, her fears and her tears.

Even though her face has some lines and some wrinkles

Her eyes are bright and often they twinkle.

Her mind is still sharp; her memory still clear

I know that losing it now is her greatest fear.

So when I visit we often sit for long hours and chat.

I listen intently as I stroke Spunky her cat.

She talks of her childhood with her sister, my mother

And tells me her stories, one after another.

She talks about other sisters, Cecile and Ann

And her loving husband Horace, who was such a handsome man.

But I know that one day the stories will end.

And I'll be losing not only my Aunt but also my friend.

So I'll treasure the days that God let me be there

To hear all the stories she was so willing to share.

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Assalamu alaikum, Subhaanallah this next poem should really make this thread alive, check it out, and have a thchuckles of our life. My Sweet Daughter in Law sent it to me with lots of love off course. There is no title for this, plus the poet is not known atleast to her or me. If someone knows please PM. and I will add it inshaAllah.

 

When I'm an old lady, I'll live with each kid..

And bring so much happiness, just like they did..

I want to pay back, all the joy they've provided..

Returning each deed!! Oh, they will be so excited!!

When I'm an old lady, and live with my kids!!

 

I'll write on the walls with reds, whites and blues..

And I'll bounce on the furniture, wearing my shoes..

I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out..

I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout!!

 

When they're on the phone and just out of reach..

I will get into things like sugar and bleach.

Oh, they will snap their fingers and shake their heads..

When I'm an old lady, and live with my kids..

 

When they cook dinner and call me to eat..

I'll not eat my green beans, salad or meat..

I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table..

And when they get angry, I'll run....if I'm able!!!

 

I'll sit close to the TV, through all the channels I'll click..

I'll cross both eyes just to see if they stick!!

I'll take off my socks and throw one away..

And play in the mud until the end of the day..

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids..

 

And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh..

I'll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.

My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping.

And say with a groan, "She's so sweet when she's sleeping" !!!

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Assalamu Alaikum, MashaAllah, that is beautiful Aaqib, always thought of you as a young man worried about getting A or A+ in the exams, and concerned about which university will accept you, lol. and here we have A Poet in the making, or already made , I am sure your parents are Proud of you and the whole Forum will be proud of your talent, I CAN TELL YOU I AM. It really touched my heart.

 

You should keep up your Poetry writing, inshaAllah, and who knows what could happen one day.......... Lights, bright lights, AUTOGRAPHS, etc. etc.

 

InshaAllah I am going to add something here which would compliment your poem.

 

Assalamu Alaikum, aunty umAhmad.

 

 

Aw thanks a lot aunty,alhumdulilah your comments mean a lot. :D

May Allah give u a long,healthy,wonderful,happy life.Ameen.

 

My favourite aunty,mashallah. :D

 

Inshallah I'll keep up my poems,the thing is I've only really shared them with brothers and sisters on this forum,and not in my school or outside the pc really,lol.

 

Been told by others to publish my poems,not sure how to though,lol. :D

 

Aw the poems you've posted aunty are all really beautiful to read,jazakallah khayr for sharing them.

 

And other poems on here are all great to read toooooo. :D

 

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Heres a poem I wrote a short while ago about my wonderful caring sweet cute excellent lovely mum. :D :D

I'll write more nice words later,lol.

 

May Allah give her a very high rank in jannah.Ameen. :D

 

When I see my mum................

 

When she walks through the door,my face fills with light,

my heart in extreme delight,

every meeting is a loved one with hugs and sweet words,

Mummy I love u,

Aaqib you tooo,

she fills my heart with love,

all sadness goes,

when I close my eyes I miss her,

when I open my eyes and she isn't in my sight I miss her,

can't live without my wonderful mum,

my best friend,

my happiness,

my sweeeeeeet heart,

my love,

my mum,

all my efforts and happiness are to make you happy,

for you to feel in your beautiful heart,

my son is great,

the nights I cried and you were always there,

the nights I was ill you were always there,

the nights I missed you,you were always there,

my mum is very special,

my happiness is your happiness,

your smile is soo cute,soo sweet,I never want to let u go,ever,

our hearts are connected my wonderful mum,when your hurt,I cry,

when I'm hurt you cry even more,

inshallah my wife will love you sooo much,

care for you always,

always be there for you mum,

Inshallah I can be the son you aways wanted,

Oh Allah grant my mum a high rank in heaven for her exceptional loving character.

 

 

 

Author-Aaqib Ahmed,

 

True Poem,alhumdulilah.

 

Source-My Heart. :D

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Lovely thread :D

 

A personal favourite:

 

'The Cold Within'

 

Six humans trapped by happenstance

In dark and bitter cold

Each possessed a stick of wood--

Or so the story's told.

 

Their dying fire in need of logs,

But the first one held hers back,

For, of the faces around the fire,

She noticed one was black.

 

The next one looked cross the way

Saw one not of his church,

And could not bring himself to give

The fire his stick of birch.

 

The third one sat in tattered clothes

He gave his coat a hitch,

Why should his log be put to use

To warm the idle rich?

 

The rich man just sat back and thought

Of wealth he had in store,

And keeping all that he had earned

From the lazy, shiftless poor.

 

The black man's face bespoke revenge

As the fire passed from his sight,

For he saw in his stick of wood

A chance to spite the white.

 

And the last man of this forlorn group

Did nought except for gain,

Giving just to those who gave

Was how he played the game,

 

Their sticks held tight in death's stilled hands

Was proof enough of sin;

They did not die from cold without-

They died from cold within.

 

Written by James Patrick Kinney

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Sorry I can't help it, this is just such a cosy thread :D

 

Another favourite:

 

Nothing's Changed

 

Small round hard stones click

under my heels,

seeding grasses thrust

bearded seeds

into trouser cuffs, cans,

trodden on, crunch

in tall, purple-flowering, amiable weeds.

 

District Six.

No board says it is:

but my feet know,

and my hands,

and the skin about my bones,

and the soft labouring of my lungs,

and the hot, white, inwards turning

anger of my eyes.

 

Brash with glass,

name flaring like a flag,

it squats

in the grass and weeds,

incipient Port Jackson trees:

new, up-market, haute cuisine,

guard at the gatepost,

whites only inn.

 

No sign says it is:

but we know where we belong.

 

I press my nose

to the clear panes, know,

before I see them, there will be

crushed ice white glass,

linen falls,

the single rose.

 

Down the road,

working man's cafe sells

bunny chows.

Take it with you, eat

it at a plastic table's top,

wipe your fingers on your jeans,

spit a little on the floor:

it's in the bone.

 

I back from the glass,

boy again,

leaving small mean O

of small, mean mouth.

Hands burn

for a stone, a bomb,

to shiver down the glass.

Nothing's changed.

 

Written by Tatamkhulu Ishmael Afrika

 

The author is a convert to Islam. His name means 'Grandfather Ishmael of Africa'. I first came across this poem at school and was just mesmerised by it's powerful message.

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Heres a poem,I'm writing now as I type,lol.Whatever comes to my head really. :D

 

Parents,Uncles,Aunties,our past,our present,our future,our hearts

 

Our olders deserve immense respect,

they are the true diamonds,rings on our finger,

you are soo special,when you pick up mud it turns to shiny sparkling gold Oh parents,aunties and uncles,

the inspirational blessing in our heart,

by distance you may be far, but by love you couldn't be any closer to my heart,

the support when we struggle to walk,

the ones there when we need to talk,

they are the ones who fit the jigsaw pieces of our hearts,

with their advice,care and love,

Oh parents,uncles,aunts we love you,

you give us the bridge to cross over life,

to prevent us cutting ourselves with a knife,

Oh parents,uncles and aunts you are truly the best,

nothing need next,

remembering you,and success will be next,

May Allah give you all wonderful health.Ameen.

Our wonderful gift,glimmer of hope,we need you,

what a blessing you are,what a blessing we are to have you by us,

be with us for ever and ever and ever and ever.............

 

Inshallah you like my poem. :D

 

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I just put the Heading for this Poem - By brother Aaqib :D - Br.Subhaanallaah

Edited by subhaanallaah

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Me again.

 

Another poem I first came across at school. It features a very clever play on words and just a hint of sarcasm to convey its message most effectively. Love it.

 

Half Caste

 

Excuse me

standing on one leg

I’m half-caste.

 

Explain yuself

wha yu mean

when yu say half-caste

yu mean when Picasso

mix red an green

is a half-caste canvas?

explain yuself

wha yu mean

when yu say half-caste

yu mean when light an shadow

mix in de sky

is a half-caste weather?

well in dat case

england weather

nearly always half-caste

in fact some o dem cloud

half-caste till dem overcast

so spiteful dem don’t want de sun pass

ah rass?

explain yuself

wha yu mean

when yu say half-caste

yu mean tchaikovsky

sit down at dah piano

an mix a black key

wid a white key

is a half-caste symphony?

 

Explain yuself

wha yu mean

Ah listening to yu wid de keen

half of mih ear

Ah looking at yu wid de keen

half of mih eye

an when I’m introduced to yu

I’m sure you’ll understand

why I offer yu half-a-hand

an when I sleep at night

I close half-a-eye

consequently when I dream

I dream half-a-dream

an when moon begin to glow

I half-caste human being

cast half-a-shadow

but yu must come back tomorrow

wid de whole of yu eye

an de whole of yu ear

an de whole of yu mind.

 

an I will tell yu

de other half

of my story.

 

Written by John Agard

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Aww sis I love that poem,its really gooood,I read that one and Nothings Changed at school too,I read it etc for my GCSE english exam. :D

 

Those poems were in anthology,remember reading my aunts from Pakistan too,with the beautiful radiant clothes etc. :D

 

One poem I feel stands out for mevin the book,its the one where I think the dad or son has died and the poet expresses strong feelings about it,can't remember what its called though? :D

 

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Ooooops forgot a title for my above poem,

 

I called it, Parents,uncles and aunties,naaaa :D

 

Parents,Uncles,Aunties,our past,our present,our future,our hearts

 

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Assalamu Alaikum, Nice poems, from famous and inshaAllah future Famous poets from Gawaher. Keep up Aaqib, that is really nice what you wrote on the spur of the moment.

 

InshaAllah I will try and post a poem by one of our members, who I have'nt seen for a long time, its Citizen X. He has real talent, once he wrote a very sad poem and posted it in our Poem Section, and I pushed him and pushed him to write a happy poem, I am sure Emel remembers the thread. So he reluctantly but surely wrote one, and to top it up dedicated it to this aunty, I used to go by username masooma then. It is a beautiful poem. It will follow in the next post inshaAllah.

 

 

Assalamu alaikum, aunty umAhmad.

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