Continue the Islamic Rhyme

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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and I might love you more
But that depends on your heart
And then we will go on a cart
Seeing if you are right
I will marry you till we fight
After that I will take holidays for you until you become happy
And inshAllah I will be changing a nappy.
 
Br. Tony.. that was outstandinggggggggg, mashaAllah!! I never knew you write this good. Please also do a separate thread of your own collection of poems. And keep on writing inshaAllah.
 
Thanks sis, may do that. used to write years back but dark stuff. Rediscovering it now and love writing islamic poetry.
 
And inshAllah I will be changing a nappy.
and i dont mean to get sappy

coz i kno this two second world
this two second pearl
this two second curve
till i hit where im headed
iss a blink of a moment
seems so long dont it?
dont get fooled get used like a tool
get schooled into thinkin beardless sinners are cool
coz its a milli second thing
a drop in the ocean
neva giv in...
giv Allah ur devotion...
 
Give Allah your devotion
And he will give you your proper potion
To shield you from the Shytaan
He will save you and your family.
Even if it is the last thing he does.
He loves us much
So dont make a fuss.
Just pray
And never say Nay.
 
Never say nay or its hell to pay


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.

(Allah forgive us and make us strong enough to support our brothers and sisters to save their babies,Ameen):cry:
 
TKTony said:
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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AsSalamOAlaikum WaRehmatuAllah WaBarkatuhu

Wow!!! SubhaanAllah! I really enjoyed that. Talent! :statisfie

FiAmaaniAllah
 
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theres one less death tomorrow night.
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we know that we have to fight
to calm our emotions
to train ourselves with paitence
whatever life throws at us
we have to get up and be determined
not slump down in aggitation
cos it aint gna help
rather it'll make us dusty like an old book on the shelf
 
Tony said:
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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MashaAllaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! :ooh: :ooh: :ooh:

Brother you've got TALENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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T.I.A said:
MashaAllaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! :ooh: :ooh: :ooh:

Brother you've got TALENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:thumbs_up
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thanks sister but I can only write like this when I have prayed and my emaan is up, Allah lends me some words and guides my thoughts, all praise is for Him
 
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Brother Tony I may try this after Asr prayer insha'Allah.

:w:
 
Yanal said:
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Brother Tony I may try this after Asr prayer insha'Allah.

:w:
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try it bro, its like getting in the zone, dont write first thing in ur mind, it has to make you squirm with the effort but slow it down and try to rephrase what u normally would have written. its very humbling. let us know how you get on Yanal:)
 
cos it aint gna help
rather it'll make us dusty like an old book on the shelf
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Haven't done this in a while subhanallah but i feel like writing tonight,

Rather it'll make us dusty like an old book on the shelf

Wisdom of the old lingers those dusty books
A ton of knowledge if I'd only stop and take a few looks
Imam Malik, Shafi'iy, Hanbal, and ofcourse Bukhari
Do i sit to increase in Ilm or is my waqt to precious to me?

Speaking about books, there's one more Supreme
I read through the pages and think, this is truly Mubeen
Stories of the wise i see them again
Stories of happiness, struggles, and pain

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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.
 
Tony said:
but turning from Jannah is nought but insane.
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give me the matchsticks and give me the propane
let me burn of the evil sprout in my heart with disdain
before im shook by the recieving of a certain black book
let me clear my name
Atleast i'll salvage something,i cannot be a saint
its too late
an ending time capsule
then the emergence of death the mule
from the poured sand
so open your hand
clench the burning coal called islam
 
Abdullahii said:
clench the burning coal called islam
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a lost ram
in this bewildering wilderness
where the rule of law is fitna and all is menace
a prophets apprentice
lowered eyes and a flaccid appendage
a strong stance and a brain filled with knowledge
im not sinning NO!
stop the virus from rendering slow
the devil be jesting
keeping a dummy human guessing
into the ear Mic 1....2 testing
HELLO! we now have full control
of everything except for your soul
for that belongs to god
just keep listening to your ipod
 
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just keep listening to your ipod
ipod.. ithink... irememba..
a time free from crime
nineteen ninety four... nineteen ninety five..
nostalgia kickin in memories sinking deep
wen i was a kid - livin each day awakenin 2 sleep
a simpler time - but dont get me wrong
had troubles bak then which were twice as strong
but i didnt feel it like i do these days
gotta wonda if its coz im losin my ways...
bak then i kno i had a peace inside..
and everyday i battle to hav it again reside
inside me... forever..
i'll battle till i die - letting go is a never...
 
Fighting4Iman said:
i'll battle till i die - letting go is a never...
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a black knight to endeavor
forever
high on a horse
from god divinely endorsed
sharp silver sword
rough clothes in a welter
movements like a symphony director the absolute aim to find the perfect chord
sharp edge slashes flesh with sounds like that of a violin
slain enemies shatter like pottery made out of porcelain
a rugged boot with a victorious stomp
on a lump of mud near the swamp
a banner piercing the soil
saying there is no god but Allah....!
while the slow wind prevents the flag from entering into a coil
 
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Abdullahii said:
while the slow wind prevents the flag from entering into a coil
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stained hearts boil
we hear memoirs of fallen soldiers who couldnt win the mental war
too far into a galactic hole never mastered the jigsaw
no know how of retrace from the road of the deviant
was once an obedient
-person what am i doing..
am i lost for certain ..how could i be a pawn to the devil and his brewings
how have i managed to slip from the road of the ultimate pursuing
of heaven through pure intent to live like desert men living in tents...and scripture perusing
scientifically a fact
to reverse brain damages and to keep the body,mind and heart intact
 
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