At least have a good intro for the new thread!

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ASALAAMUALAIKUM (quick thing it is waajib 4 u 2 reply to salaam)

walaikumasalaam (that doesn't look right :? )

the spelling, duh!

[color=green][b][u]The Prophet of Islam[/u][/b][/color]
[color=green][size=9](SAW)[/size][/color]

[color=green]Unequalled in brilliance, unique of kind,
Art thou, O Great Prophet! to all mankind,
Never on earth a noble soul has trod,
Never had another showed a true way to God,
Never on earth a better soul was born,
Never the world did a purer soul adorn.

Man was fast sinking in idolatry and sin,
When thou they great mission did first begin,
From the Arabian deserts thou taught mankind,
How the trust knowledge of God to find,
Then in place of darkness thou Light did give,
And taught mankind the noblest way to live.

A more perfect Prophet never can we find,
Than thee who, thank God, gave Islam to mankind,
My life, my all, for thee I gladly give,
They divine messages shall with me for ever live,
My love for thee no bounds doth know,
In my heart they mem’ry shall forever glow,
May Allah shower His Choicest blessings on thee,
May Allah grant thee peace for all eternity.

Ameen[/color]

M.J. Majid

[b][color=blue]If the Prophet Visited You[/color][/b]

[color=blue]I wonder........................
If Prophet Muhammad visited you
Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you would do?
Oh I know you would give your nicest room,
To such an honored guest,
And you would serve him your very best.
You would be the very best,
Cause you're glad to have him there,
That serving him in your home
Would be a joy without compare.
But...when you see him coming,
Would you meet him at the door
With your arms outstretched in welcome,
To your visitor?
Or...would you have to change your clothes
before you let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put
The Qur’an where they had been?
Would you still watch those movies,
Or your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it off,
Before he gets upset.
Would you turn off the radio,
And hope he had not heard?
And wish that you did not utter
your last loud hasty word?
Would you hide your worldly music,
And instead take out Hadith books?
Could you let him walk right in,
Or would you rush about?
And I wonder...if the Prophet spent, a day or two with you,
Would you go on doing the things you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things You always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?
Would your family conversations,
Keep up their usual pace?
And would you find it hard each meal,
To say a table grace?
Would you keep up each and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump up early,
For Fajr at dawn?
Would you sing the songs you always sing?
And read the book you read?
And let him know the things on which,
Your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take the Prophet with you,
Everywhere you plan to go?
Or, would you maybe change your plans,
Just for a day or so?
Would you be glad to have him meet,
Your very closest friends?
Or, would you hope they stay away,
Until his visit ends?
Would you be glad to have him stay,
Forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief,
When he at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know,
The things that you would do.
If Prophet Muhammad came,
To spend some time with you[/color]

[color=red][b]For attractive lips [/b]

Speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes,

Seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure,

Share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair,

Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise,

Walk with the knowledge that you will never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived,

reclaimed, and redeemed;

Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,

Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,

But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows![/color]

F4nzo, noori didn't write that lol, and I don't thnk she is claiming she did either. The last one which is quite lovely is by Sam Levenson and the previous one is adapted from a poem about Jesus by someone called Lois Blanchard Eades. Noori is not claiming authorship, she has attributed the first one which is heavily abridged.

Noori, it is good practise to credit each author and in the case of the modified one either to provide a source, if the version you read was identical, or to explain what has been done to it, ftr.

[b][color=indigo]Sorry i forgot! I just copied and pasted them from my poems folder and some of them dont have the authors names!
I will do the next time.. thats only if i remember.[/color][/b]

[color=red]When You Look At Me

What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free

All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair

Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated

They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'

Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused

They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice

They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged

All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above

On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules

Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty

See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy

Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind

Hooded girls are the ones really helping the muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight

The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me

We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight

You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated

We are the ones that are free and pure
We're free of STD's that have no cure

So when people ask you how you feel about tha hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good' ;)[/color]

Suzy Fouad

WOMEN OF THE VEIL
by Hena Farooq

Her long, thick, shiny black hair
Fell against her back.
Her rich, copper skin
Gleamed in the sunlight.
Her slender figure outlined,
With her soft voluptuous curves.
But when she stepped outside,
She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people
Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them.
As she walked down the street,
People made way,
Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered,
As she held her head up high,
With pride in her belief
And showed them how oppressed she really was!
While they whistled at their women,
Looking them up and down as they were pieces of meat to be inspected?
She pitied their savage ways.
As she walked into the arms of her partner,
Her only love, Her husband.
Where she was transformed,
Into her beautiful self,
For only his eyes to see.

Assalamu 'alaykum,

One of my most favourite poems:

[b]The voyage Home[/b]
by Hashim bin Ambia

For too long, we have been adrift on the open sea.
Far, far away from home.
Unprepared, we are humiliated by these storms.
Our small boat, sails broken, a victim to the winds

Cross currents, too strong for our thin arms.
Waves, soaring higher than our humble hope.
Our heads, bowed even before defeat.
Our damning eyes, avoiding one anothers'
Our souls, as wild and sometimes as lonely as the open sea.

Let us cease to curse nature.
Abusing our lips, with one anothers' names.
Let us mend this broken boat,
this broken sail,
this broken soul.

Let us harness the wind.
Make use of the currents.
With faith and sweat, set sail to our land of the Qur'an and Sunnah.
Amidst this storm, let us begin the voyage home.

Another of my most favourite poems:

[b]Unattached[/b]
by Rabi'a al-Adawiyya
(p. 47)

My Joy
My Hunger
My Hunger
My Shelter
My Friend
My Food for the Journey
My Journey's End
You are my breath,
My hope,
My companion,
My craving,
My abundant wealth.
Without You -- my Life, my Love --
I would never have wandered across these endless countries.
You have poured out so much grace for me,
Done me so many favors, given me so many gifts --
I look everywhere for Your love --
Then suddenly I am filled with it.
O Captain of my Heart
Radiant Eye of Yearning in my breast,
I will never be free from You
As long as I live.
Be satisfied with me, Love,
And I am satisfied.

And another:

[b]To Allah[/b]
By Anon

Sitting alone on a windswept mountain,
The thoughts that come to me are wordless
Filling me with nothing but gladness
For, as long as You remember me,
I am not truly alone.
In my darkest hour,
Tinged with fragile bitterness,
I find You in Your infinite Grace and Mercy -
A part of You in the center of my whirlwind soul
And I find the path again.

This is the way I must go -
The road that Sufis take home -
Empty of the extra things that serve
To trample the heart and imprison the mind.
Will I ever truly know that wealth is nothing
And fashion is but fickleness
Of the world below?

Not til now did I discover
That everything is You, the rain and night...
So I keep them close to me
To have a reason, a light.
I want to have the inspiration
In that call to prayer,
A lonely voice calling without
Pretense of airs -
"God is great, God is great..."

If only I had ninety-nine mountains
To carve Your Names upon
And if only I had the voice to call with...

Ignoring typos and the like it is a little cliched but not a bad first effort. It would work better as a song. I think you should pursue songwriting.

[b][color=indigo]Shaam sing that nasheed, its sik.[/color][/b]

"F4nzo" wrote:

im sorry can any1 comment on my poem is it good bad shud i purue poetry

Poems are about expressing your thoughts and feelings. It isnt necessarily about having to rhyme, or ensuring that it is gramatically correct etc. Its an art. It doesnt even have to make sense - except to you of course! Continue writing, and you'll get better and better inshaAllah. But its a good poem - i liked it

I could imagine little kids reciting that poem in their assemblies or something :--) Why not make a part 2 of the poem, and start to write about Muhammad (saw)'s life..?

[b][color=indigo]Copyright!!![/color][/b]

"Amal" wrote:

Continue writing, and you'll get better and better inshaAllah.

I disagree. There are many rubbish writers who should be disillusioned or taught early on. If you can't write and want to do so you need a really good mentor, and I should think quality reading makes for better writing. Just my opinion. This is a general comment and not directed at F4nzo.