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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
Asalamualikum and welcome to you all, Brothers and Sisters what we have here is a home for Muslim poets to present their poems and have them heard or share poems of other poets they would like us to hear. All styles are welcome and Inshallah, Allah will bring from this much goodness and may we be of the righteous kalaf to the likes of Hassan ibn Thabit may Allah be pleased with him (The poet of Allah's messenger, peace be upon him). Please feel free to send in your poems written or spoken so we may post them. Become an author here and you can post them your self. We hope through these efforts to propagate Islam so that it reaches the masses, defend Islam and its people from the onslaught of those who despise it, and tread the path of those who preceded us in guidance. Please keep in mind to keep the poems in accordance to the Quraan and Sunnah upon the understanding of the Salaf of the Ummah.
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
إذا ما قال لي ربي - قصيدة أبكت الإمام أحمد
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Date with Death
You're constantly on my mind almost everyday
Hoping that when I see you I'll know what to say
Just praying you'll look your best when you embrace with me
Killing me inside not knowing what day it will be
Hopefully I'm situated and prepared for you
How? What? When? Where? But I'll be patient though
You are very punctual with your times and date
I don't believe there was a time that you were ever late
This date is inevitable I know we have to meet
Maybe in an Exotic restaurant or in the middle of the street
If I am not prepared it will be a big disgrace
I'm just hoping when I see you...you've have a smile on your face
Abu Aadam
Monday, November 1, 2010
Seeking Forgiveness before Death- Immam Shafiee
And even if I am, O possessor of kindness and generosity, an evildoer, a criminal
I took my hope in Your pardon and forgiveness as an opening and an escape
I found Your forgiveness to be much greater
You grant and forgive out of Your benevolence and generosity
And how can that be when he mislead Your friend Adam
Or at Hellfire, that I may regret?
blood almost flows from his eyelids due to the excess of his emotions (lament)
Stands against himself out of extreme fear, sinful
And in the mention of others than Him, he is speechless
And what was in it of ignorance, he was a criminal
the brother of sleeplessness and secret conversation when the night darkens
You are enough of a longing and benefit for those who have hope
And You have not ceased being gracious to me and full of favours
And cover up my crime and what has gone forth
Were it not for my contentment in you, I wouldn’t, O my Lord, have seen any comfort at all
A rebellious, oppressive tyrant still sinning
Even if they entered my soul into Jahannum, due to the sins
But Your forgiveness comes to the servant, more exalted and more great
And Light from the Most Merciful has spread in the sky
And when glad tidings draw close, it becomes feverish
It overlooks me in the darkness of the grave, apparent and clear
And I preserve the contract of love, lest it be defiled
That’s pursuing my footsteps in ecstasy
And whoever hopes for Him, then never will he regret
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
LIFE
which everyone must go through
but unlike a maze,
there is no exit,
until,
you,
die.
Life is a puzzle,
which everyone must solve
but unlike a puzzle,
it cannot be solved,
until,
you,
die.
Life is a vast, open sea,
which everyone must swim through
but unlike a sea,
there is no shore,
until,
you,
die.
Life is a high, high mountain,
which everyone must climb,
but unlike a mountain,
there is no peak,
until,
you,
die.
Life is something,
extraordinary to humans,
always a surprise,
and like a surprise,
you don't know of what's coming,
until,
you,
die.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
"A Summers Leaf"
Majestically the suns ray becomes the theme,
A warmth coating all that lives... it is easy...
Dangling in dismay, a leaf unnoticed shades from sight.
Plucked... falls the leaf by the wind... still content.
Drifting from the abuse of the wind... its so colorful.
Tumbling gracefully with pains out of alienation...
Stillness... it is cold... this ground... and no wind.
Slowly the process begins to rot its inside...
Destruction... decay of its existence... a self implosion.
Drops of honeydew appear... dissipating 'the self'...
Struggling no more... death...
"Mommy, mommy...! Look...! It's so pretty. Can I keep it, mommy?"
Life.
By: Yusef Abu Nasir Al Cambodee