Any dream will do

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I close my eyes
See for certain
Burnt crops resurfacing
Old material recycling
Moonwalking through everything
Daisies picked out by little children
She comes running towards my arms
Her fears indifferent
Her heart beat incognisant
shoulders cropping at her heartiness
swing her through the tropical ponds
sings merrily through my enchantment
The fishes jump up with the occasion
birds join in uncharted and chirping
night not ending,she fears the uncouthness
The screams , the woods, big tree projects
The axes, the saws, the timber that hit the deck
Love actually calming her down a little
She closes her eyes, the night stands still
The suffering, the rememberance
The twirling thoughts of her sheltered existence
The dawn arrives on the horizon
She opens her eyes, still blind to the cloudy skies
overcast skys, still radiating, maleficent
 
You know that doesn't rhyme?

How do u want it?
How do u feel?
.......
I'm 4 real....
 
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Pseudo intellectual.
Moving chess with the factual.
Except I never really met with you.
Holding breath when I be next to you.

Living in the subliminal.
Lucid dreaming, thought scheming, up on one finger, down on the other.
Too jaded to think sister or brother.

Weakness is criminal when the next move is dictated.
You could live with my sins but im keen to be faded.
No actor, fictionless prose.

Handed me a pen but I already done froze.
Inception in the mind followed by reality although I do it backwards so who gets the duality.
Never really played the game or changed it up for tomorrow.

Living today like its borrowed ain't my scene.
Crying fake tears ain't what I'm about.

So we plan this dream to do without.

The fool moves so awkwardly, but make it real and dont spare a thought for me.

Freedom from a mind that didnt exist.
Keeping it in check is like a boast for me, who's counting its finishes and who did the most for me.
Missed answers confess my stupidity, but I dream in technicolor and feel quite vividly.

I could get lost in the moment.

But..Would just feel insincere about it.

Pseudo intellectual, read up and read down.
Put the pen in my hand..

But who wrote me now?



...I call this one, an incomplete understanding of living with God.

If only I could write something positive.

It was all a dream, but one wants to get back to reality..

And so, chasing one or the other feels like insincerity.. ?insanity?


...Waiting for the dream team to turn up.. and hoping not to wrong ourselves.

But if it only ever was about winning and losing you might aswell read it again.
 
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If I have to have an aim let it be you
if I can have a goal let it be you
if I have to claim let it be for you
if I have to fall let me still be yours
the scheming, the dreaming
The council numbers for noise pollution
the race the hair the tower the lair
the coloured teacups at the funfair
the children , the fire
the helicopter , the big foot prints
the nightingale that sings
narcistic but I was winning
your echo , your singing
i lost the game in a blink
Fanatic to your blanking
years of wandering through lost souls
Whirling away like an Australian tornado
awoke to every bird that sings
lamenting your lost foot prints
Studying your every move hidden
realising your true destination
knowing you more but I can’t go like this
lets end the game and be sincere
not keen to bring you in fear
knowing I can only keep you in a lions den
i want an amurous time without the flowers
without the note and the hidden messages
lets restart , let our love ruminate the spring
two souls without the tip toes,kindred roles
Celebrate wit antenna on top of the chimney
No signal interference,no crackling or worries
like a spiders web in a cave,u and me forever
 
Abz2000 said:
You know that doesn't rhyme?

How do u want it?
How do u feel?
.......
I'm 4 real....
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Its half rhymes

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If I have to have an aim let it be u
if I can have a goal let it be u
if I have to claim let it be for u
if I have to fall let me still be urs
the scheming, the dreaming
The council numbers for noise pollution
the race the hair the tower the lair
the coloured teacups at the funfair
the children , the fire
the helicopter , the big foot prints
the nightingale that sings
narcistic but I was winning
Ur echo , your singing
i lost the game in a blink
Fanal to your blanking
years of wandering through lost souls
Whirling away like an Australian tornado
awoke to every bird that sings
lamenting your lost foot prints
Studying your every move hidden
realising your true destination
knowing you more but I can’t go like this
lets end the game and be sincere
not keen to bring you in fear
knowing I can only keep you in a lions den
i want an amurous time without the flowers
without the note and the hidden messages
lets restart , let our spirits ruminate the spring
two souls without the tip toes,kindred roles
Celebrate wit antenna on top of the chimney
No signal interference,no crackling or worries
like a spiders web in a cave,u and me forever
 
Abz2000 said:
Why did u lose?
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Not sure bro



Keep stoning the devil until he’s transfixed
frozen with his head hanging onto his chin
if it takes being blind to realise the gift of repenting from sin
Defintely wrap your scarf around my head
Retrace the steps to the walls made of choclate
my lord , my rabb, my lord, my
love
i come to thee in night prayer with nothing but love
asunder thine mountains , let all bow down to you above
a kid , tantalised by doom and gloom
dare to be wise they said , dare to know
now I keep holding on to the bannister by a single thread loom
rescue me my lord for they do not know
forgive me lord for I am still fighting within
let the trumpet blow after you have made me one of your gracious servants
I am walking to you my lord with every step
 
Bismillah
spinning around like a totem nearing its end
deep trance , is this a tunnel or a cave
engrossed so deep I can feel ur face my beloved
my palms touching your perfect face on the most beautiful night
my beloved vivisited me in my dream but my totems not spinning and I’m drenched hairs on my neck standing up with pinched skin
you give me a novel , the daily times
my hand glances over it ,
my inner balance collapsing
the more i ransack your history I discover my own
your dark ages may be over but I can still remember mine
jumping from boredom to extinction
computer games have their own little prairies
doctors notes for rock bottom
glandular fever keeping away from summer dairy
Deliberations the biggest passtime
no knowing what sock to start on
discreet enough to distinguish bad times
Cousin coming over with his motorbike
cousin coming over with his motorbike
like gulliver with an even faster horse
beating the traffic like a juggernaut
trimming before we get stopped and searched
he drops me off six in the morning
just before time for bed and breakfast
i remember the fun we had singing
Jumping from rock to stone
my mind moves faster than the rest of me
most the time i switch off in search of contemplation
breathe in ,breathe out, passively
powder reaches the back of my throat
say your name three times
I submit to you and exalt your praises

 
I have a dream, that one day little white kids and black kids and every other kid will say Salaam to their elders and respect them.... I have a dream that all colours and races of people come together as one under the banner of ISLAM. I've seen it from the mountain top, not.

Ameen summa Ameen!

My first attempt at poetry guys :Emoji50: no one tell the MLK foundation or they'll sue me... :Emoji35:
 
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The man at the bottom prays to the man above
the man doing well positions himself above
so many stones already gravitated to the ground
big brother using video technology while in a cast under the ministry of sound
so many sisters lost to game
searching for answers they aint found
So many brothers still on the same deliver
spent so much time away now they brazen with silver
I never found the prize to merlin when looking at the Coca Cola bottle wrapper in the mirror
never found the clue to elevate me to the next round of the Cadbury’s give away voucher
it’s easy to give up vices but harder to let go of yourself even if u start off vice versa
its easy to pray as a believer but harder to pray as a sinner
easier to cry as a witness but harder to cry as a criminal
the x’s and the y’s lead me back to heaven
mountains on earth still to be found
my tears to my lord are a drop in the ocean
so many withering bodies still crying out Ahad
my joints can still heal quick, my eyes are oblivious
Ahmed bukhatir looking out the windows of a bus
When I think of life sure I think of sad times as well as the happy
but mainly I thank my lord for all the times he saved me


 
Ahmed. said:
I have a dream, that one day little white kids and black kids and every other kid will say Salaam to their elders and respect them.... I have a dream that all colours and races of people come together as one under the banner of ISLAM. I've seen it from the mountain top, not.

My first attempt at poetry guys :Emoji50: no one tell the MLK foundation or they'll sue me... :Emoji35:
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LOL this was a joke poem and I got a like for it hip hip horray!!! :Emoji48:
 
Ahmed. said:
LOL this was a joke poem and I got a like for it hip hip horray!!! :Emoji48:
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Assalam o Alaikum rahamutullahi wa barakuthu brother.

No this is good poem. Children should be taught good manner and greet salaam to people.

JazakAllah khair
 
Sawak the lady who will marry you will be so lucky,you will make romantic poems all the time...you have a gift..good good bro :D
 
hi guys,

Just a quick explanation of my delight at the 'like' (he hee that initself was a rhyming poetry line :))

It's good to chill out at times and have a bit of fun and joke as it's sunnah! :Emoji51:

And [MENTION=44758]taha_[/MENTION] Jzk brother yes the meanings good but I copied MLK as a joke :Emoji46:
 
The whirling man salivating at images of heaven
The role of the fruit seller without one of the apples in his wheelbarrow
The deen trying to teach online just as thorough
The sweet smell of jasmine fragrances
Caught ahead with the summer breeze
The man with the saw making a doll house for his child as he wheezes
The fresh smell of fruits captivating the orchard
The startled man attacked by the mountain lion landing with a thud
The tears of a man while in connection with his lord
Oh lord rescue me when I fall from the window
When I fall down the stairs onto wooden floors
Mold me without the interference of ultra violet
Make my tears as sincere as my pledge sets
Make my remorse as wet as my arms
Wash my sins as I spit out decayed blood
Hold me and my shadow at night from harm
Whisper into these ears of mine
Promise me the sweet taste of wine
You can make me pure again

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So far away ideally to high to fly
Like a bird at 5am starting the day
Clueless maybe too wrecked to stay
The minarets getting in the way
Still alive, we hear and we obey
Covid keeping us back from the melee
Blogging away like online celebrities
On the pyre, too toxic to be buried
He finally comes home after quarantine
His head spinning, his body's numb
Basket or a cage, covid the new plague
Tagging in New members via online escapes
Hide and seek, flight or fight, hibernating floats
​​​The shade under the trees a resting abode
Rotten corpses lie under portugese plantations
Masks compulsory fighting weak immune systems
 
Silas said:
Very nice indeed --much to think about here!
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The flies buzzing inside my head
Swat it it with the newspaper until its dead
Destiny's written as are these letters
objects scattered across the night sky
To live I had to die, cpr was my respite
fallen from heaven and left u behind
Now can you relate, now do I seem human
only bleed for so long until it leaves a mark behind
Bet u never thought I'd cross the bridge to find u
Bet you never thought I would turn into that boy again
Its real when it hurts,its fake second time around
begging u to leave me,Noone needs this to be found
 
Bismillah a rahman araheem

Your light illuminates my soul
Your drive inspires me to do more
Your intricacies and discipline helped me
Developed me throughout puberty
The sweet scent of your published words
I reach nirvana every time I turn over leaves
Without u and your conversations my mind withers
My hands dry up due to ailments I can't treat
My conduct and legacy stall in second gear
Winter the only season raging on in fear
Like roots without water I shiver and shake
Petals lie forlorn, thorns prolong every step I take
Your wisdom is like a pill to cure my blindness
Manners which held me rigid are all but forgotten
Come back, hold me, lead me like you promised me
I miss you so much and I'm lost without you
 

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