My poetry thread

[Tony]

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[Tony]

Stories of happiness, struggles and pain
from soaring on thermals, to loving in vain
With eyes set to Allah for heavenly gain
heartbreaking farewells, never meeting again.

The toughest of love is pure when for others
we hurt for the sake of the souls of our brothers
we cry and releasing the gripping that smothers
our emaans increase when we let go of lovers.

The struggles and pain are a testing decree
when Haraam lusting is built up in thee
Though happiness earned on bended knee
through the tears of your heart, your soul is set free.

The sisters and brothers who earnestly cry
to drown out the whispering Devils who try
inviting to flames, fornicators fry
These Muslims are pure and their emaan is high.

So take it from one who has loved and released
that refraining from lust saves two from the beast,
that your love of Allah is bound to increase
when the pain feels like death but brings you peace.

Stories of happiness, struggles and pain
play out in our hearts with love and disdain
saying goodbye is like cutting a vein
but turning from Jannah is nought but insane.
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[Tony]

Religion in Latitude
please adjust your attitude
devils got you gripped,
your ripped and stripped of gratitude
to Him the great creator
you cannot say it it later
La ilaha ilallah
crush the Muslim hater.
Be a righteous brother
And add to Him no other
turn to Allah, immerse in Salah
and break from shayatins cover.

Now Im not the best it has to be said
but I feel with my heart and think with my head
Without imaan I am good as dead
with a burning skin I cannot shed,
Allahs love I seek instead
His power fills my soul with dread
from when I wake till back to bed
I am His and will not be mis-lead.

Brothers, sisters one and all
return to Him and heed the call
to Islam and the light of God
let this Ummah stand so tall

[Tony]

Fly like seagulls over ocean spray
free, unfettered and bold,
above the dark and gloomy depths
your futures now unfold.

Soaring high in graceful flight
like Eagles on the wind
bourne away by Allahs power
cleansed of mortal sin.

You shine like beacons in the night
your light is ever bright
I only stand in awe of those
who always get it right.

blessed are they, the best of us
who turn from wordly gain
who only live to serve our Rubb
and glorify His name.

The martyrs who have given all
and turned their face in pain
to look upon the countenance
of God as they were slain.

Pure the defenders of Islam
you roaring lions fight
brave and beautiful your hearts
with Allah in your sight.

Small am I,and week in deen
the least of all His slaves
but I aspire to pray for those
who need not lie in graves.

In dirt and filth, a rock am I
no wings on which to fly
He does not ask of me my life
He just wants me to try.

Try to be a righteous man,
fulfill the basic five
pillars of Islam and keep
His covenant alive.

A rock is just a place to stand
to try and set your eyes on
to rise above the clinging filth
and seek the clear horizon.

From here I watch in graceful flight
the perfect muslims free
from the stench in which I stand
to prove my love of Thee

And when I moan or start to feel
my lot is hard to bare
I ask you Lord forgive my sin
you have been more than fair

I only pray that I will see
Jannahs open door
and that you open up my heart
that I might love you more.
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[Tony]

Its only for Allah.

Brothers and sisters lend me your ears,
save yourselves, encourage your peers
let go of their pain, alieve their fears
judgement day relentlessly nears.

Birds still sing when nobody knows
a hidden flower still grows
sunlight falls on a desolate plain
why is this you suppose ?

All exists for one common good
from fall of rain to prophethood
to glorify Allah, and all he creates
to praise Him as we should.

The bird that sings in public domain
still sings in quiet refrain,
the hidden flower so scented and bright
gives thanks for the sun and rain.

So too when our praise is hidden or deep
as though to others we sleep
it is Allah alone we direct our deeds
its enough when we secretly keep
our promise to worship and glorify Him
no wordly kudos to reap.

To be like the flower my inward desire
to flourish and brightly shine
give thanks to God and truly aspire
to worship the only devine.

when noone can see what lies in my heart
yet still my covenant grows
when secretly praising his Glorified name
so that its only Allah that knows

Then like the flower my strength will be
not physical just to be seen
but radiating a beuatiful praise
the strength of a perfect deen

Oh Allah grant me this one small thing
that I might glorify you
selflessly as the bird does sing
with a purpose pure and new

Afford me the strength is all I ask
to strive towards your light
to live my life for nothing else
than to fulfill your right
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[Tony]

SREBRENICA, 1995

A flower marks the place where
a brother lost his life,
far away from all he loved,
his daughter and his wife.

A flower grows in peaceful times
a silent epitaph,
a gentle sentry pays tribute
to the marching of the path.

You may stand and weep for him
our murdered muslim brother,
weep and spare a prayer for him
and for his broken mother.

His wife was raped and beaten
his daughter battered and bruised,
their bodies crushed and lost among
the carnage that ensued.

He walked as though already dead
his heart as black as night,
whatever force that drove him on
had robbed his will to fight.

Thirst had almost claimed his life
grief had claimed his mind,
soldiers claimed his love for life
to death he was resigned.

When you have prayed and raise your head
through sorrow you will see,
15,000 flowers grow,
15,000 free.

100 and 40 miles he walked
half of them had died,
when a bullet split his skull in two
and he was brushed aside.

Now his bones are merged with other men
with soil that makes this land,
this earth is rich with muslim graves
that lie beneath the sand.

My brothers marched to cold hard death
slain as they sought peace,
the victims of a crime of war
death was their release.

Allah knows the unbearable pain
of mothers who still cry
for long dead son's and husbands
who could not say goodbye.

Allah knows each brothers grave
who die in persecution,
though men no longer seek the place
of their secret execution.

Marched unto your deaths my brothers
your skulls now pave their roads,
but your souls are resting now with Him,
a beautiful abode.

In life they struggled to just survive
they stayed alive at best,
though now these murdered brothers
in Jannah may they rest.

Did they march you to your deaths my brothers, and construct the land from your jawbones. Did they choke and turn away from the rotting stench of the dead bodies aligning their roads. When your wives and daughters had been raped, your brothers, son's and fathers had been shot. When they tied yor hands and killed you, then moved your mass graves in order to hide their wicked deeds, did they smile as they desecrated your graves. When they did this to you my brothers, did they think Allah would not repay them, did they think they had killed your Islam, did they, and do they still think that what they did was hidden from Allah. Allah knows, and with Him is your vengeance, may it be swift and painfilled as they burn for eternity. Our brothers we weep for you still, be at rest you are not forgotten.

(In rememberance of the bosnian serb muslims who were massacred as they sought sanctuary from the ethnic cleansing in 1995).

[Tony]

another dead baby on the news tonight
a limp grey body too small to fight
the impact of a rocket shell
that broke her bones
smashed them all to hell

the dullness stark in her once bright eyes
is crushing my heart, so still she lies
on her side, one arm reaching for
the place where her father was standing before
he died.

The hair that her mother had washed and brushed
now matted in blood where her skull was crushed
at 3 yrs old she never knew
that a man could kill for a point of veiw,
one that differed from the one they held
that they wanted the land in which she dwelled.


So another child dead on the news tonight
for a peice of dirt, A HOLY SITE !
and thiers children dying all over this world
as the oil runs out, so the wars unfurl
and theirs mothers broken who go insane
as theyre killing the babies, boys and girls.

And I hang my head and wish for death
and curse myself with every breath
because I am safe and far from harm
my sons are strong, my life is calm
and I wish to go and fight for those,
who cannot help where they were born,
who have no chance, who are war torn.

Another dead baby on the news tonight
and I turn away, its a sickening sight
And I hate the men who are to blame
but wait, I think I am the same
as those who kill and rape and mame,
coz I just sit and cry, in shame.

When death is mine, and its too late
I will reap the pain of my cowards fate
I will try to say that I couldnt go
but Im sure the Angels will take me lo.
So I ask for Allah to give me strength
that I may come to see at length,
that as a brother I should book my flight,
and board the plane and go to fight, so that
theres one less death tomorrow night.

[Tony]

Slipped up
Tripped up
Sinnings got me ripped up
Hell is at my heels
faiths draining coz its tipped up

Low down
Slowed down
How low can I go down
Sins so great
like living in a ghost town

Short term
Conscern
No thought of when I return
To Allah and the day
When evil doers will burn

Drawn back
Called back
once again I'm brought back
Given yet another chance
Forgiven as I turn back.

Given up, I can't fight
Cannott stand my own sight
Sickened by the things I do
That keep me from the true light
Turned away I've no right
Lost amid the dark night
Caught in the sinners cycle
Wound up in it so tight
Destruction out of self spite
Sins eating me with each bite
Slipped back into this life again
And deviated outright

Just when I think its a one way track
He reaches out and claims me back,
This ungraetful wretch
Who repeatedly sins
Brought back to light and saved by Him.
My hardened heart encassed by lies
Is humbled, touched and I realise
That I can run and shut my eyes
But Allah forgives when my soul cries.

All encompassing light
That surrounds me now
I no longer fight
Allah showed me how

By the power of His love
I'm on bended knee
When I lost my way
He rescued me

Subhan Allah that He forgives
The fact that I self hate
Subhan Allah that He forgives
And guides me to a humble state
Subhan Allah that He forgives
To Him I must prostrate.

Alhamdulillah that Allah loves us so much that he brings us to the point where it is easy to ask forgiveness time and time again. He is capable of all things, and his mercy is endless.
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[Tony]

That I dontfall for other than Allah
that I refrain from ignoring salaat
that I stay wrapped in faith inshAllah
that I beseech in heartfelt Dua.

That I was guided lost and haram
that I was touched by sensing Imam
that I was blessed embracing Islam
that I feel love in gloriuos Adhan

That Im a sinner and cause of sin
that I disrespected the Alamin
that I abused the body im in
that I am saved, all praise to Him

That I will fight in Allahs name
that I will die avoiding shame
that I will give rejecting fame
that I love Allah is all I claim

[Tony]

Before life is spent , im making one thing clear
we need to rack it up and stack it up,
the end is near
the devil incarnate will soon appear
but loseing Allahs love is my greatest fear.

if you sitting in a smoke haze
choking on bud
tripping on the real thing
it aint no good
if you banging or jab it in
fouling your blood
your a dead man walking
is it understood.......
that you dont need junk
or home grown skunk
black,crack,smack
or getting drunk

All you need to blow your mind
to get on track
get realigned,
is open your eyes, you will find
there is a way back
for the lost and blind
You dont have to be resigned
to a future black or the daily grind.

So before this life is over and spent
be quick to detox and repent
For the love of Allah and the message he sent
embrace Islam or remain hell bent

[Tony]

layed back
payed back
sinners in a tailback
now its too late
but they looking for a wayback

feel me
hear me
listen to the real me
listen to The Word
or burn eternally

Allah
Allah
accept my Dua
keep me clean
and enter me to Jannah

[Tony]

The eye of a coward never sleeps..............

The terrorist state
will shake with dread
when the Muslim graves give up their dead.

Jack boot coming in the dark of night
blood and gore on their left and right
Smashed up mother in a pool of blood
ripped out fetus dying in the mud
Child in the street, his guts hang out
HE DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE BOMBS WERE ABOUT !!

In my heart is a crippling hate
for the Zionist pigs and their terrorist state.

Skin burnt off
bones exposed
writhing youth
becomes comatosed.
Blinding light
sickening crash
phosphorous bombs,
the Ghetto's flash.
The world allows
these devilish Jews
to kill and maim,
to rape and abuse
coz there is no oil
there is no cash
just flesh and souls of expendable trash.

But no-ones looking
they party with Obama
he is no use
just a rich black farmer.

God speed the day
when the air is keen
with the roar and the swords
of the Mujahadeen.
God speed the day
when the air is keen
with the roar and the swords
of the Mujahadeen.
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[Tony]

I can see him and I love him,
he appears like a long lost friend in the distance, tho one who would be thankful becuase he never met me, but I know him, he is tender and innocent, his strength is in his utter fragility and tho he has so little knowledge of life, his capacity to love is second only to the great Rasulullah (pbuh) himself.
His first friend was an autistic child, and I feel at times this was his greatest and only true friend.
He loved his mother as tho if death itself came stalking her, it would wither and fade in the barrier created by his gentle radiance.
Oh how time breaks me, how it slashes and stabs at my heart. The harder I become and the uglier my sins that threaten to cripple me, then the softer the place in my heart becomes that houses him, he is, and the more tear ravaged my sleep becomes as I pine for the sweetness and innocence of him.
The earliest of conscious memory, he is someones miracle and he tells his peers that they are his brothers and sisters, he believes in miracles and yet he has know knowledge of his creator. But he is Allahs true and untainted witness, his love can only be of God.
When I think of what must befall him I cry, I want to take him in my arms and protect him, I would die to leave him where he is, but Allah will fashion him, Allah will bring him to Islam before he is truly broken.....but only just in time.
How I miss him who never knew me, how I long to hear his breath at sleep once more, how I ache with every fibre to veiw his mothers mother and say sorry, and I love you more than life.
The gentle innocent with a heart as big as the world, with a beuaty so magnificent it can only have come from Allah, he will be safe as long as I live, as long as I am alive he can exist in his bubble before it is burst into deafening fragments and invaded by the filth and slime of dunya.
This friend of animals and angels and all inbetween is pure as I watch him go through a lonley existence, I love him, I miss him, I am him. He is my childhood, and he was innocence incarnate.
Now he appears before me in almost the same persona, and I will love and cherish him unto death, the child I was has become my child.
All praise and thanks are for Allah alone, I ask Him to make my children devout Muslims and to preserve their powerful innocence, Ameen.

(work in progress)

[ژاله]

Mashallah great poems brother.they are just awesome. i am absolutely impressed.Barakallahu feek

[Snowflake]

Wonderful poetry as usual bro! I hope you intend to get them published someday soon.

[Na7lah]

Amazing poetry mashallah!

[UmmHasan]

MashAllah! Amazing poems brother!

[Beardo]

:bravo::awesome::rock:

[Tony]

Familly sunday, half past three
theres nana and grandad,aunt marie
weird uncle George from skipton on sea
Mum and Dad, little Thomas and me.

The beefs been raosted, and carving a slice
Dad beckons my plate and comments, "mmm nice"
He winks at me once and nods at my Nan
whos having a sherry and giving advice.

"youll soon be a man" she announces with glee
"with those hairs on your chin" (she must have had 3 !)
Coz she looks sqewiff with her glasses all smudged
from gravy and suace and sweet sherry.

"Leave him alone, dont make the boy glum",
A friendly voice and a rescue from Mum,
"hes my little baby, my bundle of fun
And hes so happy to see that you could all come".

I gathered them here as Ive something to say,
Mum thinks its marriage, George hopes Im gay!!!!!!!
Dad thinks a job, with footballers pay,
Nana and grandad just enjoying the day.

Aunt marie said she couldnt care less
"I came to get drunk, this I confess,
Since I got caught cheating
My life is a mess".

The meal nearly over, baited, their breath
like a packed coloseum awaiting a death,
they watch me intently, the time is near
to tell them my news both loud and clear.

Dad clears his throat, he knocks on the table
Nana jumps up, by now less than stable
Mum would have caught her if only was able
and auntie marie was drinking black lable.

"So come on my son, What brings us all here"?
He glances at George "I hope ur not queer"
"What is the news that changed your life ?
are you playing for city, Announcing a wife?"

I drew a breath and smiled at my Mum
little Thomas and everyone,
"Last week I climbed first rung of a ladder,
I went to a mosque and took my Shahada".

I looked at the table, faces all blank,
open mouthed like fish in a tank
It was nana who was first to break rank
"shawhata", she said, suspecting a prank.

"Shahada" I said, And smiled at my Nan
Although it seemed not to be going to plan,
I searched for some words and inwardly ran,
"I became Muslim, I embraced Islam "

Aunt marie was drunk as a skunk
Uncle Georges hopes were sunk
Nana and grandad were nearly defunct
And Mum and Dad raised glasses and clunked.

Little Thomas just smiled and tried
to understand what transpired
he hugged me and kissed me
and I felt so inspired.

The metaphor was plain to see
out of all the familly gathered for tea
the one that felt the closest to me
the innocent child on his mothers knee.

Coz as much as I love this familly tree
The norm is to sin, they think they are free
They dont understand that this cannot be
Allah will pay them a similar fee.

I pray the Sustainer of all I behold
will make my imaan in a righteous mold
Give me faith instead of gold
as I lead by example in Islams fold.

Allah please help these loved ones of mine
to see that this life is for a set time
to live as though its a pantomime
will cause them to burn, to pay for the crime.

If its all I can do to live by your rules
then use me Lord as a man uses tools
let me help save the souls of these loveable fools
by living Islam, the best of all schools.

To you when I return to answer this life
I can say that I tried in trouble and strife
to help cut this dunya away from my kin
with a faith that as sharp as any knife.

Until then, little Thomas and me
will share a knowledge secretly
the only safe place is to be
in the light of love, all encompassing we.



Please make Dua for my Mum to come to Islam and to accept that Allah is the only one who can forgive, and to show her that her sins are not so many that Allah will not forgive them. Ameen

[Hayaa]

Slipped up
Tripped up
Sinnings got me ripped up
Hell is at my heels
faiths draining coz its tipped up

Low down
Slowed down
How low can I go down
Sins so great
like living in a ghost town

Short term
Conscern
No thought of when I return
To Allah and the day
When evil doers will burn

Drawn back
Called back
once again I'm brought back
Given yet another chance
Forgiven as I turn back.

Given up, I can't fight
Cannott stand my own sight
Sickened by the things I do
That keep me from the true light
Turned away I've no right
Lost amid the dark night
Caught in the sinners cycle
Wound up in it so tight
Destruction out of self spite
Sins eating me with each bite
Slipped back into this life again
And deviated outright

Just when I think its a one way track
He reaches out and claims me back,
This ungraetful wretch
Who repeatedly sins
Brought back to light and saved by Him.
My hardened heart encassed by lies
Is humbled, touched and I realise
That I can run and shut my eyes
But Allah forgives when my soul cries.

All encompassing light
That surrounds me now
I no longer fight
Allah showed me how

By the power of His love
I'm on bended knee
When I lost my way
He rescued me

Subhan Allah that He forgives
The fact that I self hate
Subhan Allah that He forgives
And guides me to a humble state
Subhan Allah that He forgives
To Him I must prostrate.

Alhamdulillah that Allah loves us so much that he brings us to the point where it is easy to ask forgiveness time and time again. He is capable of all things, and his mercy is endless.
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I absolutely LOVED the rythym to this one! MashaAllah, you're a very talented poet.

[Tony]

My body, mind and heart intact
belief is more than an empty act
the devil is offering a sinful pact
subtley attempting to distract
me from this righteous din contract.

O Lord........
I just want to be one of those guys
who turns his head to look at the skies
with baited breath and a glint inmy eyes
and a smile even when the sinner cries

On the final day, the last of plans
mountains will turn to nought but sand
I strive to be of those who stand
And recieve their book in their right hand

Most the People are Running and crying
coz its to late now and there scared of frying
breast fed babies abandoned and lying
amid those who know theres worse than dying

Some appear drunk but their just in shock
its judgement day and were all in the dock
theres no more time left on the clock
as hell looms up and the gates unlock

There is no choice as we stand in our places
Allah is checking individual cases
the evil kafirs by their sinful traces
driven by angels made to walk on their faces

fifty thousand years we wait
to hear of what will be our fate
thankfull slave or low ingrate
depths of hell or Jannahs gate.

O Lord....
You have bestowed me of your grace
help me battle to earn my place
among the best of the human race
that one day I might see your face

Help me be a righteous man
give me knowledge so I can
grow in the light of our Islam
and build a tower of imaan
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[Cabdullahi]

top notch mashallah...maybe i could learn a thing or two?

[Tony]

top notch mashallah...maybe i could learn a thing or two?

You could teach a thing or two also bro, I try your style but nowhere near your standard, peace brother:shade:

[Cabdullahi]

my style ....i dont have any...its too jumbled up....your work is organised

[Tony]

Lonely night and it just gets colder
the depth of her pain is another year older
If only shed listened when her mother told her
the drugs and vice were going to mould her

just sixteen when the streets enticed
an innocent girl to a life of vice
to exist this way you pay a price
the world is cold like sheer black ice

First it was pot
and not such a lot
and the men she met
helped her forget
that the first in line
was lost in time
but it feels so bad
when raped by dad.

At first she numbed the aching pain
by running far and staying sane
but now she has to stab a veign
to feel at all, to try again

Money came when she laid with men
she was in demand way back then
shed aged 4 years but it felt like ten
robbed of her looks by heroin

Lawyers , doctors, police and others
would take her body on filthy covers
then go back home to their faithful lovers
stole her soul yet noone bothers

Men had ruined the poor girls life
ruined her chance to become a wife
ruined her body and left her strife
one of them ruined her with a knife

Lay on the floor
this low class *****
could feel the blood
as it started to pour
He slashed her arm
and stabbed her back
then kicked her face
and stole her smack
visions came
a face in the rain
men all the same
had caused her pain
she had been slain
a life in vain
a lonely death
a dirty stain
she felt insane
and noone came
to sooth her anxious sobs.

The girl was filth the girl was scum
then she knew that shed hurt her mum
As she lay dying in a backyard slum
She cried to God "send someone"

Thats when the sister of Islam
heard her cries and quickly ran
to help the girl that was her plan
to help a victim of a sickening man

To late now she was nearly dead
The sister sat supporting her head
and told the girl in this time of dread
of the one sweet man who loved instead

"There once was a men better by far
than the rest of them,he was a star
to lead them out of this dark dunya
the greatest man, Rasulullah" (pbuh)

"Within his heart there was no sin
he would never have hurt the body your in
he would only have helped you kick the pin
and helped you grow from deep within"

In her last few moments the girl held tight
the sisters hand and tried to fight
to hear more of the man of light
but death was here and now in sight

"I beleive you" , through the blood and bile
her voice was lost, this scene so vile
prooved to be her winning trial
she looked at the sister and died with a smile,
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[Snowflake]

*shakes head in awe* I really don't know where to start lol. I wanted to pick out the lines that most reflected the depth of your heart and mind, not to mention your way with words, but there are just too many! I don't think you're really aware of the magnitude of talent Allah has blessed you with. Please bro, if you can.. imagine me begging you to publish your own book of Islamic poems. Wallahi, I'd be really sad if you didn't. Bi idhnillah, you can inspire people to change their lives through your poetry. I am sure! :D


Inspiring, emotional, clever and funny too.. this line was just ;D what an observation and incoporation into your poetry LOL! ;D

"you'll soon be a man" she announces with glee
"with those hairs on your chin" (she must have had 3!)

May Allah bless you and your family and take your talent to greater heights ~ Ameen :statisfie

:rock:

[Tony]

*shakes head in awe* I really don't know where to start lol. I wanted to pick out the lines that most reflected the depth of your heart and mind, not to mention your way with words, but there are just too many! I don't think you're really aware of the magnitude of talent Allah has blessed you with. Please bro, if you can.. imagine me begging you to publish your own book of Islamic poems. Wallahi, I'd be really sad if you didn't. Bi idhnillah, you can inspire people to change their lives through your poetry. I am sure! :D


Inspiring, emotional, clever and funny too.. this line was just ;D what an observation and incoporation into your poetry LOL! ;D


May Allah bless you and your family and take your talent to greater heights ~ Ameen :statisfie

:rock:

Jazak Allahu Khyran sister. I would still really like to get the charity book going, later in yr I hope to be able to fund it. You have a quality to you writting that sets you apart too, the ability to form lumps in the throats of remote readers is a gift, you too should publish a book, I will buy first copy

[Snowflake]

Jazak Allahu Khyran sister. I would still really like to get the charity book going, later in yr I hope to be able to fund it.

wa iyyak bro, InshaAllah it will happen. Ameen..

You have a quality to you writting that sets you apart too, the ability to form lumps in the throats of remote readers is a gift, you too should publish a book, I will buy first copy

lol thanks bro - snap!
I'm working on something (besides poems) at the moment.. can't wait to share inshaAllah. Please keep me in your duaas. : )

[Tony]

He walked for miles that dreadful day
in hope of getting bread
the blisters weeping on his feet
should have wept for him instead

For he kissed his mum and left at dawn
he headed for the town
at 6 years old he knew to well
he couldnt let them down

The sellers were few as men were scared
and forced by enemy fire
to cower in the merky depths
lest violence they inspire

So the little boy looked long and hard
a tireless infants quest
to support the ones who loved him most
he searched without a rest

Eventually he came across
a loaf both stale and dry
through strength of love witheld desires
to break and eat and cry

Miles again, his walk was hard
but his parents now would eat
his mum would cry and fetch a pale
and wash his bleeding feet

But he would look into her eyes
and smile an aged smile
even though hes 6 years old
hed repeat every mile

The deepest wound he could endure
the aching sores and pain
would melt away to nothing
as his mum had bread again

He turned the last street corner
and took a double take
he must have come the wrong way
there must be some mistake

He dropped the bread and ran toward
the rouble in the place
that used to be his home and now
of it there was no trace

screaming, sickening the sound
to make an angel cry
the depth of loss at 6 years old
he wished that he could die

His mother lying smashed and dead
his fathers body burnt
their legs and arms were twisted
of pain this boy had learned

A little boy with an empty plate
the victim of a religious hate
orphaned by a terrorist state
awaits his written fate.

And the tanks roll in................

[Snowflake]

Omg! :ooh::cry:

unbelievable! I felt I was there... exceptional poetry mashaAllah..

[Tony]

Been looking at life through a golden haze
trying to make a difference in different ways
Gonna help out big time one of these days
change the world, or so he says

But his.............

deeds are worthless
words are mirthless
he believes in gods and his gods
are SURPLUSS
Will never get it right coz his god
is JESUS(pbuh)
he wants to save souls and it makes
me NERVOUS

Hes been to Africa to save mens souls
but his system of belief is riddled with holes
Down through Europe for spiritual gain
and along with the cross he brought blood and pain
he came in the guise of the king of Etheopia
his intention clear,was to destroy Allahs Kabbah
stopped dead in his tracks in the heart of Arabia
birds with rocks came to stone the blasphemer.

hes a modern guy from a modern brand
from a modern church in a modern land
hes got modern faith in a godly man
from the 5th revision of the king james plan

Hes edged his bets, hes born again
he evangalises now and then
his love is proof hes the best of his kind
but hes lost to God and his eyes are blind

him and his kin
are free from sin
a man came along
and took it for him
took for his own
and he realy believed
the seeds hes sown
will not be retreived
But the day will come
he,ll find no-one
no saviour god/man
and nowhere to run

He needs to.........

Look round
throw down
shirk belief and kneel down
seek the light of Islam
listen to the pure sound
of Adhan
calling man
back toward the real plan
by the grace of Allah
building up our imaan
open up his heart and feed it with
the Qur'an
be greeted by the brothers who wish him only
salaam
Turn his back
get back on track
leave the system that is nought but
Haraam

Ask forgiveness of the one and only Planner
live his life in an Islamic manner
becuase then and only then will he ever get to
Jannah.

[Snowflake]

^Ah! another brilliant poem mashaAllah! :D

[Hayaa]

So powerful, mashAllah. Keep on writing, bro.

[Tony]

The Returning

Like the windblown chaff of a sifted crop
their fates were scattered wide,
Bourne away and lodged therein
the places they would hide

A wretchedness that tortures them
no other can console
As only God alone doth know
the blight upon their souls

Dispute ye not their guilt and blame
nor quantify their shame
far worse than devils are those men
who murder, rape and maim

Butchered they, the innocent
made captives of the free
they starved and mutilated
experimentally

The once strong monsters of the Reich
now aged bags of bone
hidden among us, cling to life
each facing death alone

Haunted by the foul and rotten
deeds, of which they're forced
to contemplate,thier reviled acts
of the nazi holocaust

Yet you and I might chance a smile
of passive retribution
As death doth grip their putrid souls
in hellish execution

Ours is not to hate or scorn
ours is but to warn
of the recompense awaiting all
from the moment we are born

So judge ye not, lest ye be judged
the evil we percieve
as only Allah knows the hearts
of people who believe

[Snowflake]

WOW akhi! Reading your poems is like watching being a diamond being cut. They just get better and better mashaAllah. (Not that they were 'rough' to begin with lol.)


Like the windblown chaff of a sifted crop
their fates were scattered wide,

^awesome!

[- IqRa -]

Stories of happiness, struggles and pain
from soaring on thermals, to loving in vain
With eyes set to Allah for heavenly gain
heartbreaking farewells, never meeting again.

The toughest of love is pure when for others
we hurt for the sake of the souls of our brothers
we cry and releasing the gripping that smothers
our emaans increase when we let go of lovers.

The struggles and pain are a testing decree
when Haraam lusting is built up in thee
Though happiness earned on bended knee
through the tears of your heart, your soul is set free.

The sisters and brothers who earnestly cry
to drown out the whispering Devils who try
inviting to flames, fornicators fry
These Muslims are pure and their emaan is high.

So take it from one who has loved and released
that refraining from lust saves two from the beast,
that your love of Allah is bound to increase
when the pain feels like death but brings you peace.

Stories of happiness, struggles and pain
play out in our hearts with love and disdain
saying goodbye is like cutting a vein
but turning from Jannah is nought but insane.
__________________

SubhanAllaah this is so amazing. Truly amazing.

[Ramadhan]

Brother Tony, I just found out about your poems and started reading them.
They are awesome!

[- IqRa -]

Indeed they are...absolutely outstanding mashaAllaah...

[Tony]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[Beardo]

^ Wow Masha'Allah. Your poems just flow like the wind Masha'Allah! :D:shade::p:statisfie

[ژاله]

^great poem mashAllah. :thumbs_up
is this about Stephen Hawking? :X
except that hes not 40 but is crippled for 40 years, i thought i should confirm:?

[Tony]

^great poem mashAllah. :thumbs_up
is this about Stephen Hawking? :X
except that hes not 40 but is crippled for 40 years, i thought i should confirm:?

based on someone I know and a general description of some others I have known. Wanted to get across the bleakness of this kind of life, I feel I have not done the people justice but will leave poem as it is and write again later

[Snowflake]

:sl: Wow!!!!!! Superb bro Tony, mashaAllah. I pray your talent never ends. Ameen :)

[Tony]

THE DEADLY SLUMBER

As if me and religion don't belong....


Heard this before in a different song
though the music died, the lyrics still strong
it warped my mind and sent me wrong
away from the places my soul belong

indellible stains on my weakened soul,
the marks of sin when the devils control, the
sublte temptations, gently cajole
to a place in hell and a fiery hole

The beast is near, it blocks the light
blackens my soul and narrows my sight
distracts my mind from the need to fight
when I know im wrong, it tells me im right

And I cry inside while shaytan grins
coz I'll die with pride and other sins
but I still backslide and the evil wins
I could have tried but my emaan spins

I do good deeds but there not enough
no brother told me it could be this tough
that you get knocked down and treated rough
from the devils who hate you and call your bluff

Just when I thought my emaan was a tower
it crumbled and fell and I lost the power
to praise my Lord for the tiniest flower
to fear and prepare for the ultimate hour

So now im lost, stripped of His grace
a speck in the desert, a grain of disgrace
far and away from His wonderous face
in the darkend bowels of a trecherous place

I pine to be back in the light of God
and though you might see this as nothing but odd
I cannot seem to onwardly plod
when weighed down with sins like a devilish clod...........of earth

but the earth is beckoning
the fire is greeting
the day of reckoning
our time is fleeting
the roar is deafining
and soon our meeting
a last repenting
a final beating
A chance to be free of the pain
To stand and cry JIHAD again
I will not allow hells reign
I will not be one of the sleign
I will try to live in refrain.................

........Please Allah help me again............
__________________

[Raphael]

Lol, poetry gives a lot away bro :X

good stuff though.

[جوري]

Please make Dua for my Mum to come to Islam and to accept that Allah is the only one who can forgive, and to show her that her sins are not so many that Allah will not forgive them. Ameen

I had such a chuckle with this poem, hilarious amazing, what a talent.. still reading, they get more and more amazing... Masha'Allah.. you are blessed in ways you don't see

:w:

[Tony]

Thanks sister glad you are enjoying these, Allah has blessed me with much and I am guilty of offering little thanks, i gave a copy of this thread in hard copy to someone who has been contemplating reverting for several years, Allah guides us and blesses us

[جوري]

ameen..

I used to have my poems on a site called poetry.com but they have changed to this shady site called lulu so I retrieved my poems from their customer service and created a blog on google (they are free) and a good way to keep a diary and such.. thus I put out there for your consideration the idea of having a blog filled with your poetry?

:w:

[Tony]

ameen..

I used to have my poems on a site called poetry.com but they have changed to this shady site called lulu so I retrieved my poems from their customer service and created a blog on google (they are free) and a good way to keep a diary and such.. thus I put out there for your consideration the idea of having a blog filled with your poetry?

:w:

haha, i dont get the blogfacetwitterbookmyspace thingamajig to be honest, but who knows maybe i could try

[جوري]

haha, i dont get the blogfacetwitterbookmyspace thingamajig to be honest, but who knows maybe i could try

neither do I, and I can't tell you how resistant I was to the idea, until I discovered that it is safer and better than having it at that poetry.com site.. at least my private information are safe and I can make my blog by invite only if I desired, and of course you don't have to put pictures..

if you are considering it, it is as easy as 123

https://www.blogger.com/start

:w:

[Snowflake]

:sl: welcome back bro! Keep smiling and sharing your talent with us inshaAllah! :)

[Tony]

I discovered a chink in his armour today
though the steelly glare in his eye remained
I saw longing briefly stroke his face
flicker, blaze then become restrained.

hardened, cruel and battle scarred
evil incarnate
spewing bile and politics
and spreading rascial hate

Ox blood boots and shaven head
allegiance to the right
nazi symbols etched in ink
and soul as dark as night

A fearesome man who hunts in packs,
a viscious snarling beast
who bites and kicks his way through life
as violence is released

He marched to stop Islamic spread
he beat an Asian male
he fire bombed a corner shop
but left a guilty trail.

The parents of the orphaned girl
were laid within their grave
the animal now stood at trial
defiant, bold and......brave

The details of his hideous crime
related to the court
though not a flicker of remorse
nor regretful thought

Quick the verdict, straight and true
his cold hard eyes still glare
but all the hatred in his heart
failed him to prepare
for the gentle nudge that hastened next
and revealed to him despair.

The orphaned girl no more than ten
held his steelly gaze
when her broken heart so softly spoke
it left him in a daze

"Thankyou for not concealing your hate
as many others do,
your honesty is plain for all
and part of what makes you,
my parents trial is now at end
with Allah lies their fate,
I pray He takes away your pain
before it is to late.
I forgive the thing you did too us
revenge cannot be mine,
my broken heart belongs to God
in this there is a sign,
for you to come to know your sins
and for you to then repent,
and I pray that Allah guides you
to a higher pure intent.
Muhammad (pbuh) was the best of men
what he bought to us is clear
that we shall live our righteous lives
only Allah shall we fear."

The fleeting glimpse of recognition
scurried across his face
the stregnth of a ten year old orphaned girl
rocked him to his base

The moment passed and his sneer returned
guilt had left no trace
but in his heart a light had stirred,
the touch of Allahs grace.
__________________

[Snowflake]

I discovered a chink in his armour today
though the steelly glare in his eye remained
I saw longing briefly stroke his face
flicker, blaze then become restrained.

hardened, cruel and battle scarred
evil incarnate
spewing bile and politics
and spreading rascial hate

Ox blood boots and shaven head
allegiance to the right
nazi symbols etched in ink
and soul as dark as night

A fearesome man who hunts in packs,
a viscious snarling beast
who bites and kicks his way through life
as violence is released

He marched to stop Islamic spread
he beat an Asian male
he fire bombed a corner shop
but left a guilty trail.

The parents of the orphaned girl
were laid within their grave
the animal now stood at trial
defiant, bold and......brave

The details of his hideous crime
related to the court
though not a flicker of remorse
nor regretful thought

Quick the verdict, straight and true
his cold hard eyes still glare
but all the hatred in his heart
failed him to prepare
for the gentle nudge that hastened next
and revealed to him despair.

The orphaned girl no more than ten
held his steelly gaze
when her broken heart so softly spoke
it left him in a daze

"Thankyou for not concealing your hate
as many others do,
your honesty is plain for all
and part of what makes you,
my parents trial is now at end
with Allah lies their fate,
I pray He takes away your pain
before it is to late.
I forgive the thing you did too us
revenge cannot be mine,
my broken heart belongs to God
in this there is a sign,
for you to come to know your sins
and for you to then repent,
and I pray that Allah guides you
to a higher pure intent.
Muhammad (pbuh) was the best of men
what he bought to us is clear
that we shall live our righteous lives
only Allah shall we fear."

The fleeting glimpse of recognition
scurried across his face
the stregnth of a ten year old orphaned girl
rocked him to his base

The moment passed and his sneer returned
guilt had left no trace
but in his heart a light had stirred,
the touch of Allahs grace.
__________________

Stunning!!

Really amazing bro. MashaAllah!

[Tony]

Hey you guys
how you doin
Im back once again
from the brink of ruin
been sat right back
festered and stewin
but watch this space
coz my spirit is brewin
with the urge to write
like a dove just flewin
and kissed my mind
with the peace in which I knew Him


Some work should be winging its way to these enlightened pages soon, peace brothers and sisters, speak soon

[glo]

^
Long time no see, Tony. :welcome:

It is lovely to see you around.
How have you been? How is your job? What brings you back here?
I hope you and your family are well.

[Snowflake]

asslaamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatu akhi & welcome back!

Sorry to hear things haven't been good for you. But hamdulillah things are better now. May Allah set all your affairs in order. Ameen.

[Hayaa]

:sl: I miss reading this brother's poetry and his powerful, insightful words that never failed to amaze me.. hopefully he's well by the mercy of Allaah!

[glo]

:sl: I miss reading this brother's poetry and his powerful, insightful words that never failed to amaze me.. hopefully he's well by the mercy of Allaah!

I agree. Hope you and your family are well, Tony.

[Tony]

Thanks guys I appreciate it. I havent forgotten the forum and will be posting some poems soon

[جوري]

Thanks guys I appreciate it. I havent forgotten the forum and will be posting some poems soon

Br. Tonnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyy so good to have you back.. insha'Allah all is good and well with you..

[Ansariyah]

I wondered where u had gone, Alhamdulilah I'm happy that ur back, n looking forward to ur poetry!: )

[glo]

Thanks guys I appreciate it. I havent forgotten the forum and will be posting some poems soon

Welcome back, Tony.
As you can see you have been missed.

Tell us how you and your family are doing. :)

[Yanal]

:sl:

Brother Tony,do you still remember me? Remember the poetry book that we were going to publish? I forget,but what occured with that project?Insha'Allaah all is well with you and your family:).

[Tony]

Of course I remember you Yanal, youre inspirational. Family ok, children as beautiful as ever thanks to Allah.