Listen up people out there!

Slave-of-Allah

Junior Member
Here's another one of my sister's poems, this is the first one she ever written. Let me know what you think of them. Jazakallah. :)

Listen up people out there!
We say you’ll get punished you say you don’t care
When you go and meet your mates
Your increasing your sin rates
Boys, gals, mix crew
Alcohol, clubs, drugs, its just a few
You tell them to pray everyday
They say ok we’ll do it one day
But they are also liars
And will burn in the hell fires
They scream, shout and yell
But because of that they are in hell
In the end when no ones there
They will finally realise that no one cares
Only if I could repeat this test
I could stand up and confess
Wake up people
That ain’t no place you rule
You're there because Allah put you there you fool
Life’s on track in a straight line
Like your back with that spine
Change your root and your thick
Because your life’s ending in a click
If your deeds are 7 out of 7
Make your way to the "heaven"
But if there’s one to many less
There’s no way your gonna confess
Because the one above that created you
Will have mercy left for people like you
Now lets see, how much you're getting…..
Erm…..none, why? because now all it is a bit of fun
Then don’t tell your mates I’ll give you a bell
Just tell them I’ll meet you in hell.​
 

Hashimi_hAssan

New Member
Assalamu Alakium

How Greed Laughs

Greedy, greedy man. Greed was nearly choking them, but was invisible for them. The thought of this short life doesn’t seem to bee disturbing them. Whiles the next greed was overcoming them, the needy ones fall a sleep again. They are taken so far, further, further, further and some do not come back. Greed was enslaving them and reality was not existing for them. With this greed came all its friends, surely on the next spend It came to an end. The Truth was before them and who would help them? Their mouths were aware but denying, whiles their other parts were Testifying. Their enemy, careless. For them was only left what they used to deny.

This is my first poem... hope im making sense
 

justmuslim1986

New Member
another poem...hope you ponder upon it

Listen!

Listen! Do you hear it? Can you hear it?
It is your imprisoned soul begging you to stop and think.
Listen! Can you feel it? Can you bear it?
The cries from a despairing soul brought to the brink.
How long will you keep silencing it?
How long before you stop and think?
You ride the days as one rides a wave…one after the other
but what happens when the low tide comes in and you sink?
How long will you ride before you really stop and think?
You know it’s said that all races must have end.
Why can’t you then see the finishing line behind that grassy bend?
Something inside you can see it clear as the sun over you today.
And that something is pleading with you to stop and pray.
What is it I hear, brother dear?
You’ll see if your can tomorrow lend it an ear?
But it continues to cry and you wonder why.
Because you thought yours was a satisfying reply.
Oh, don’t you know, that tomorrow could be too late.
It could be the day to seal your fate.
So how long do you want to leave it?
 

learnermuslim

Junior Member
Salaams Sister,

MashAllah, SubhanAllah.

Your sister must keep writing these and you posting them.

May Allah reward you and your sister for such fine work.

Fi amanAllah
 

ditta

Alhamdu'Lillaah
Staff member
Salam,

That was very good, Mashallah, do you mind if i use it to read to some individuals in my class and by the way i will give 100% credit to the source, inshallah i will never do such a thing, by taking credit for someone else's hard work.

Keep it up.

Wasalam
 

Slave-of-Allah

Junior Member
Salam,

That was very good, Mashallah, do you mind if i use it to read to some individuals in my class and by the way i will give 100% credit to the source, inshallah i will never do such a thing, by taking credit for someone else's hard work.

Keep it up.

Wasalam

Salaam

Of course i don't mind you reading it out to your class. Infact my sister doesn't mind even if you read it out to your whole school :) I hope by reading the poem and understanding it, that more people turn to Islam InshaAllah.

Wasalaam.
 

Sweet Insanity

90's Child
hey everyone starting to share their poems now! ok ok ill join in :p lol

well actually im a songwriter but hey same difference! lol

When the war is over
we can pick up the pieces of Gods soldiers
and bury them one by one underneath this peaceful weather
and in heaven there's no need to pray
for mama to be stronger
cas she'll be with the angels singing
Hallelujah Hallelujah
the war is over
 

muna

ابنة الاسلام
MashaAllah, what amazin poem there.. JazakaAllah sis..."may Allah bless u n reward u 4 ur gr8 effort inshaAllah"
 
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