Poetry "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash" the famous canadian author and poet Leonard Cohen.
Poetry in our society is tragic all time low, mixed by nonsensical pop culture, rap or heavy metal which now became with no ethical and education qualities.
Gone are the days where the masses were captivated by the works for Al Mutanabbi and Ibn Rumi which now are regrettably replaced by observing the lives of ever so Desperate Housewives or so called TV artists to sport players in a sea of false tans and false prophets.
Historically, one can judge a civilization as they choose to entertain themselves, it's a direct reflection based on a moral and an ethical code.
Sadly, your mirror of reflection reveals that you are a people of laziness, mediocrity and complacency! blame you for this sad ignorance ? that is something i pledged to never do! Save you from this sad ignorance... now that, that is the essence of my true calling to Poetry!
And remember a great poet once said “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
Usually i make poems in the Arabic language because true poetry is the tongue of the Arabs but i will translate them intro English for the greater good of our lovely members.
و بتنا ندرّس تاريخنا
و نمسحه من دماء العِدى
ليعلم الغرب و من بفرنسا و من بالولايات
أني وارث المجد و العلا
و أني أخلصت و أني رفضت
و أني ٱستعليت على من علا
And we was teaching our history
And cleaning it up from the blood of the enemies
So that the West, France and the States can know
That i'm the successor of Glory and Greatness
And that i was loyal and that i refused
And that i was greater than the great (the ones who became great)
Last edited by AhmedGassama; 11-17-2015 at 02:42 AM.
Poetry in our society is tragic all time low, mixed by nonsensical pop culture, rap or heavy metal which now became with no ethical and education qualities.
There's a lot of rubbish pop culture about, but don't dismiss rap or heavy metal. You've obviously never listened to Public Enemy or Iron Maiden, my friend. Also, as someone who has read a lot, I can assure you that good poetry can be found in many languages.
There's a lot to learn, for all of us. Enjoy the journey.
Internet is nothing if you're absent * but you are present in my deepest heart Sending you my greetings everyday * as much as sadness, weeping and gloom are in my heart Lo, you have possessed and hunted me so badly * and you took my enchained love so easily All i wish is to meet you each time * and I pray God each time to grant me my wish My sweety stay loyal to our promises * and do not get tired because of the long distance Beauty hided your beautiful name in these verses * as each letter of Islamic Board is a beginning of each verse
My heart because of your remoteness is so ill
My longing is so real and my body is so slim
My amiability is deeply known by you
Mountains may disappear and my love will not
Gone are the days where the masses were captivated by the works for Al Mutanabbi and Ibn Rumi
Assalaamu alaikum Ahmed,
(smile) Well, perhaps these names are not so well known (at least in North America)... but did you know that the translated poetry of Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rumi is the most sold poetry in the US, and has been for years?
أنا ٱبن العلا و السؤدد
و رب العز و المجد
مامقامي بأرض زيتونة
إلا كمقام سقراط بين الإغريق
أنا في أمة تداركها الله
غريب كأندلس بين الفرنج
أي محل أرتقي؟
أي عظيم أتقي؟
وكل ماقد خلق الله ومالم يخلق
محتقر في همتي
كشعرة في مفرقي
I'am the son of Glory and Greatness I'am the inheritor of Pride and Bigness My staying in the land of Olive Is like the fettle of Socrates between the Greeks I'm in a nation that has been avoided by God Strange like Andalucia in Europe Which level will i ascend ? Which great will i follow ? And everything that Allah has settle Is despised by my mettle Just like a hair in the air
Last edited by AhmedGassama; 12-12-2015 at 10:12 PM.
When you find a man Who transforms Every part of you Into poetry, Who makes each one of your hairs Into a poem, When you find a man, Capable, As I am Of bathing and adorning you With poetry, I will beg you To follow him without hesitation, It is not important That you belong to me or him But that you belong to poetry Nizar
THIS NATION WILL KNOW WHO WILL DEFEND IT WITH HIS TONGUE AND WHO WILL FIGHT FOR IT WITH THE GLORIOUS SWORD !!!
Damascus stood regal Oh Allah divine God like the stars reaching over the darkened sky but it fell cruel life The Stars waved over the world and fell like a dream split the heavens and did dwell nowhere The light cast over the ruined streets sickening streets the defeat and down like men that fall in battle blood merging into mud the life that makes death as it could the telling of the end but love remained Love The Stars shone all night like the mother who cradles her life but there is also blight in the spheres like lanterns in the night sky guiding angels to their homes the smokey clouds dancing over the city gathering tears in them the city that is sweet nectarous lemon flowers in spring and still there was love as all the solitude does bring Oh The Love. The day was long the men strong like ragged legends in the land and infernal like the beating of waves on rocks the Syrian sadness in me the ticking on of clocks in towers and still still there was love. Love like sadness always within nowhere really but the glorious people know this thing their stories passing by like waves making waves and the singing on and on through decades but all decays desire of Glory & Greatness in me always and still the hope is Love. The love is here, but there? like lambs that bleat and die and the heritage of the city... who cares? cruel life good life like rain that falls and falls the descendant of hope the voice of my poetry that wakes you when it calls sweetly your name the voice of my poetry, o great country the dedication is for no one but you the hope the life the birth of my love and still there is more Love. Love...
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