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Allah Prose Poetry Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Allah

These Allah Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Allah. These are the best examples of Allah Prose Poetry poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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ZINDAGI KA SAFAR

   ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon  Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi!  To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai 
Jis Ka Unwaan !  Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki     
 Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka 
Jis Ka Raabta !  Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood 
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri  Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
 
SHAISTA MANSOOR


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Life, Now A Blind Date: A Cry Against Boko Haram

How can geographic points for interaction and socializing become haram? Catching up with the flying time and constant upgrade in civilization process; these too are also haram? Is seeking knowledge and applying understanding haram too? Funny enough, a particular 'god' gives his affirmation to this way of stone age enslaving way of living. Females with males on the same platform is unthinkable and their significance and huge role in a modern society is so haram. 'must', 'force' and compulsion; their coat of arm. dialogue and democracy abominations and canal. In short, all are considered haram. Spoken words without submission; submission without worship and reverence; reverence not to a supreme called 'Allah' enough reasons, for death to shop on souls. Free will, liberty and freedom; worst of all, the right to live have now been considered haram. Even with such a babaric ideology They forget that....................................... the use of communicating devices is haram why use video clips and satellite cells instead of crows and birds? They forget that......................................... the use of bombs and weapons of mass destruction is haram. Why not use stones and bare fighting skills? Even the bow and arrow are invention of knowledge and science! They forget that............................................ machines and wheels are also haram. Why not use camels and horses? They forget that.......................................... the cotton and silk they wear are haram. Why not use leaves and animal skin? The same ideology they propagate is the same they contradict leaving them with absolutely no excuse and gross foolishness in committing these huge crimes against humanity. This is not a war, yet we have prisoners and girl slaves? We aren't in the battle field yet people are dying in mass and numbers? Holy smoke! This is the 21st century for goodness sake... yet we are compelled to live beneath stones and find warmth beside raw fires? Woe unto you, masters of terror! don't forget that after a time cycle another hour immediately begins. You'll be caught up with your deeds and the whole of nature will spit on your existence. Life has been sweet, mysterious and full of hope like an expectant mother. Even though you've succeeded in making it a blind date; we'll face the occasion with hope never giving up on the final sight of a beautiful new acquaintance.


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The Tapestry of your Mind

I stitch seams of stories sewn in stains
tracing their timeline in turbulent tones
navigating the news now naked & exposed
on the doorstep of your mysterious mind

entranced engaged and entering earnestly
lead on lacy labyrinth’s of leading lines
absent and abstract artfully you engage
the collective webs of words we weave

the pattern of pictures performs patiently
retrieved restored read out unrestricted
excerpts and examples of everyone but you
cleverly casting cloaks keeping you uncaptured

soldiers of twine solidarity storylines
fashioned by fabrics of fictional fables
the mystery moments your mind mentors
clothed carpeted capturing clever closure


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New Birth

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem:  New Birth
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014
  

  
                                      /\_*
                   /\            /
                /      \/\/     
       /\/  Breath of life,            
                such a precious 
                         and
                 priceless sight -                   
            
               Nothing on earth
                  can compare,
                          to
                    new birth,
                the gift of life -
   
       It's Gods, greatest miracle
                 
                     
          


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KEEPSAKE

How does this happen?
              Do I leave heart too open?
                                            Heart’s fortress retreat?
                                                          Surely not another wall.
                                                                              Been here before.
 
Defense of heart not free . . .
                               Has a price . . .
                                        Doesn’t everything?
                                                              
Painful contraction makes walls of the heart.
Love becomes heavy.
Does it matter?
Does it show?
The weight strains my spirit.
Don't want to live here anymore.
                                                                                                              
Openness risky . . .
                What’s to gain?
                        What’s to lose?

When I wasn't guarded . . . 
           my defenses you so gently breached.
                 In heart, your keepsake words crawled and nestled :
                                   “Are you here to steal my heart?”
 
                                            This is innocent love!
                                           Heart open and sweet!
 
                                  The gentle glow of your cello in the night
                                        My heart rises and swells with every note
                                                    Symphony of one
                                                      Purely imagined
                                                 How does this happen?
                                                Happens no matter makes
                                                          Gift received
                                              Heart takes in your sweetness
                                    Journey of heart has keepsake always to keep.


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To Drink

To drink is to feel
at home
A safe place
To drink is to know
that the same
thoughts are going
to expose themselves
But still you can't
help but feel a rush
of excitement
To drink is to be
alone with your demo
Some how every time
it feels as if
you've met an old
friend for the first
time
To drink is to feel
normal
Even though you know
everything's messed
up