Smothering Me

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mashaAllah sis! Your poetry is simply awesome. When are you publishing it? :D

p.s. thanks for mentioning the poetry site for copyrighting.
 
Hi.. I appreciate you feigning interest in my work.. Jazaka Allah khyran..

many of my poems were written prior to me being practicing and aren't particularly suitable for an Islamic forum...

here is one, a little attenuated I think?


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My Tresses
some fancy winter cotton
And it dangled from the sled unto the carvings
of a rustic swan
A shade of silver purple
And it gave an eerie glow
Beneath the shaded winter sun
old wells took me to
my favorite verse of Joseph
of course that was ages ago
Before either of us were born
If I had crossed your path then I'd know
As I know
Of cool snow melting on my tresses ​


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I think there's nothing wrong with it,its nice poem mashallah,id never thought ud write something like this ur usually energetic and cocky...i dont know if ur just like that when you debate or not :)
 
I assure you, I am anything but cocky.. at least as far as Muslims are concerned ..

Jazakoum Allah khyran..

ok will share some more, if it gets bad, a mod can just remove them

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Spring
She opened the door and let the wind howl
He closed the door and left my heart stricken
When comes spring
I'll remember that I am alone
As he has dismissed me in a letter
One that left me rolling in bed
One that made my eyes so wet
When comes spring I won't be here
I can't walk again past these hedges
To smell the roses in the water
I have to shy away
From the sight of ones walking hand in hand
When comes the scent of warmth
Wafting through my blinds
I'll be elsewhere feeling cold
When comes spring I'll be alone! ​
 
a couple more 'prose'

Borea
North wind, cloaked in silver clouds
So voluptuous as is the works of Waterhouse
Borea over the water
Extending ripples yonder
Splitting the earth asunder
Drawn so by a gentle hand
Fragile like Isabella's basil
And the petals that lined the pavement
From the house to the station
And the wrinkled foggy hills,
Since your leave of them I have learned​


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a silly one about a trip I had

7hr Flights
But I have lived a double life
And they don't know
except in the wee hours of the night
Saying things I should have not
she is mad at me today while I go through a stolen blanket
From my virgin Atlantic flight
How is this for my curfew of six clock?
I paid first class, didn't touch their plastic food
And had, had such a tempestuous flight
It hardly seems fair that I dismiss an ER landing at Logan
as a passing fancy
A blanket will do to commemorate the event
Now that I have marked it with my nuclear DNA
I have grown on those 7 hour flights
From London heathrow to JFK
But I love PA system and the duty free shops
In them an ethereal feel of not knowing what is real
And the scrumptious cup of coffee at $5 bucks was a steal
Did God truly intend us to fly?
I asked chewing a Dramamine ​
 
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Wow...your poetry is really deep. :ooh: I kinda expected that you write like that tho. :p I really love it.. :thumbs_up

Keep 'em coming!
 
You always make me wanna grab the dictionary. :-[

That darkness one is my favourite of all those, mashaAllah! All of them are very deep and I like it that way, it's an unique style, jazakiAllah kheyr!
 
Jazkoum Allah khyran,...

here is one I shared here before on this thread

http://www.islamicboard.com/clarifications-about-islam/42869-first-i-have-heard.html#post745211


Twenty Five Piastres
There was a time when heaven was laden
With sweet beds that spun around benches
Where men with covered heads sat around in piety
Reciting stories of horses and chivalry
Hell was just outside in a lantern
Lost souls were of black smoke
Nameless characters, with nameless deeds
And it was all in the back yard
Where I knew angels visited
Sitting perched on the street lamps
Just beyond the great doors
Those that sheltered the little boy
Before his mother ran to grab him scolding
And when the moon was yellow
And the lights were cut from our province
They left, Angry I thought
For making fun of the poor boy who rebuffed aside
The twenty five piastres that grandma offered him
He would have rather had her old anubis oil burner
To sell for a couple of extra pounds​
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Awesomw! even though I only understand half of the english of the poems.:skeleton: :p jazaakAllaah khayr for sharing with us..:thumbs_up


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Jazaki Allah khyran ukhty..

that last poem was about my childhood...
when I was a kid I'd always ask my grandmother and aunts about God and the angels ( I think most kids do, as my 3 year old niece does now) and they used to tell me that angels were of light.. I didn't really understand what that meant at the time, and also my idea of heaven and hell were very simplistic as you can probably tell?

Naturally I believed that heaven/ hell and the angels were all in the atrium where the buildings at my grandmother's place met --hell (on the account it was fire, basically resided in any lantern) and my idea of heaven at the time was a spinning bed because there was such a lullaby I was fond of about the spinning bed whomever lays on it would be entranced and never desired to go home again.. and of course when they used to cut off lights, (they do that a lot in the old country)--(water too) but I digress, I used to think they were angels departing, because they were angry, for reasons I stated above... :lol: basically I just put my childhood stupidity into words ...

Thank you for reading

Baraka Allah feekoum

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