Long poem by
Reshad Yahyaie | Details |
Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person.
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before. After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious.
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams.
Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like.
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend… ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner.
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him. Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim.
Now they know each other and they love each other a lot. She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves.
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....
I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.
Long poem by
Ruben O. | Details |
Can you hear me now? Good!
I can't seem to forget you
I love what you do for me
It must be love
between love and madness lies obsession
Like always. Like never before
At the sign of the cat
have a break, have a Kit-Kat
Tastes so good cats ask for it by name
Schhhh ... You-know-who
I'd rather die of thirst than drink from the cup of mediocrity
Perfect to you
There's a smile in every Bar
Obey your thirst
This Bud's for you
One a day helps you work, rest, and play
More fun than rum
Heineken open your world
... nobody can say no to the honey nut O
a bowl a day keeps the bullies away
Our plans are based on yours
You have my word on it
Be the first to know
Who we are
The "no problem" people
Only smarties have the answer
Making it all make sense
Because that's the kind of mom you are
Sometimes you've got to break the rules
Blow your own bubble
Catch our smile?
Everything we do is driven by you
Driven by what's inside
We'll take more care of you
You asked for it. You got it
We know what it means to serve
On your side
Allied on your side
You're in good hands
We make it happen
We'll be there
Get the feeling
Im lovin' it
You are the controller
Only on Playstation
You are now free to move
Unleash the beast
Is it in you?
Do you dare?
About this poem:
To "write" this poem, I used slogans, short and often memorable phrases
used in advertising campaigns. Below you can find the name of the product
(or the company) in order of appearance.
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-Mercury; Kit Kat; Meow Mix; Schweppes
-Stella Artois; Wella; Dell; Hershey's; Sprite; Budweiser; Mars; Malibu;
Captain Morgan; Heineken; Rice Krispies; Cheerios; Applejacks Cereal
-Assurant; Isuzu; CNN; Guardian Life Ins; Auto-owners Ins;
-Captain Morgan; Rice Krispies; Buger King; Bubble Yum; Red Hills Inn;
Pacific Southwest Airlines; Ford; Subaru; British Airways; Toyota; USSA;
Nationwide Mutual Ins; Allied Ins
-Allstate; IBM; Chevrolet; Toyota; Mc Donalds; Microsoft Kinect; PS3;
Southwest Airlines; Monster Energy; Gatorade; Curious.
Long poem by
Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |
WE ARE BROTHERS
Don’t look at me as though I am an alien or stranger,
Don’t let the dagger of antipathy fly out of your eyes,
I am your neighbor!
Don’t call me foe, antagonist or rival,
Don’t roll up your mistrustful sleeves to have a fight,
I am your friend!
Don’t hold this murderous weapon in your kind hand,
Don’t deny me the right to work, to eat, to live,
I am your BROTHER!
If destiny willed me to be born on this side of the
If my parents wished me these clothes to wear
And taught me their own dances,
Do we have to be adversaries?
If fate desired me to speak this foreign tongue,
And the color of my skin to be different than yours,
Do we have to be competitors?
If necessity decided in this country, in the North,
or South, or East, or West to live,
Do we have to be opponents?
If I believe in Jesus, Jehovah, Krishna, Buddha,
Brahma or Allah,
If this is my philosophy, my tradition, my history
and my culture,
Do we have to be enemies?
NO! A million times NO!
Please, look at me with new eyes and through away
your injurious prejudices,
What do you see but a person like you who wants,
Desires and hopes the same things in life:
Happiness, family, well-being, a home, some friends,
Look! I walk, I talk, I eat, I sleep, I dream, I laugh and
I cry, just like you,
I’m born, I grow up, I learn, I suffer, I bleed and
I die, just like you,
I’m a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter,
Just like you,
You see, we are alike, we are the same, we are
Listen to me my neighbor, my friend, my ally,
I am telling you the truth:
We are victims of schemes well- planned in advance,
By deceitful, evil-hearted men who wished,
Your distraction and mine,
They: masters of savage forgery, dividers
Have tricked us throughout history with
And with treacherous stories, these intellectually impotent
Have instilled tons of poison in your heart and
Thus, by cultivating hatred, bitterness and
Managed to shape us to ruthless foes, to merciless enemies,
To cruel animals,
Please, listen to me! It is true! We are
Let us, therefore, with irresistible will cross all frontier
That the past has erected between us, thus making divisions
Let us, with supreme power, break the bonds of history,
Religion and culture and run into each- others arms,
Let us uproot, from our tormented hearts, thorny mistrust
That was planted there thousands of years ago,
Let us seize ammunition from distractive hatred
And make war capitulate,
Let us sink the cholera of bitterness in the affectionate sea
Of universal brotherhood and finally,
Let us unite and march to higher claims, to incomparable glory,
Where peace can blossom today,
Thus, both of us my brother, AT LAST! Will go to sleep,
Fearless of each other tonight!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 June 2013
Long poem by
Darryl Ashton | Details |
GOOD GOD AND ALLAH
Good God and Allah sat
down to eat their meal,
God asked Allah: “Why
do you kneel?”
Allah took his shoes off
but his feet weren’t so
So Good God got his
hoover out and cleaned
them using steam.
You are tickling my feet,
said Allah – please don’t
don’t do that,
Shut up whinging, said
Good God – and your
feet are getting fat!
You look so very smart
tonight, said Good God
yawning with a bore,
Oh, thank you, said Allah,
now why don’t you play
Play the piano? But I
Oh don’t be a spoil sport –
we could always pray!
Yes, I know that – we do
that every day –
We need some excitement –
and we can shout; HOORAY!
After our meal we can do
some cleaning –
Who’s bright idea is that
then - I can’t reach the
Oh, just sit on the magic
carpet, that you stole the
And you have the nerve
to seek forgiveness – when
you kneel to pray?
We can both clean our
cave – and evict those forty
Who trample all over the
place – wearing nothing
but their fig leaves!
Those forty thieves are all
my friends – how dare you
call them that?
Oh, shut up whinging – and
go and feed the cat!
And please stay off the
mobile phones – and try to
We live in a cave you know –
not an Indian temple!
We’ll have to spray the cave –
it stinks of curry spices,
How can I bring a lady back -
and act out some heavenly
Heavenly vices, what about
Oh you can watch if you want
to – or sit firmly on my knee?
Sit on your knee – and watch
you? I’m not a blinking pervert?
Well, you can join in if you so
desire – you can snog that guy
Who the heck is Bert, I know
not that funny name?
Oh, that’s the guy on the dance-
floor – he danced with that
great fat dame!
We can invite two lovely ladies,
into our heavenly mosque,
Then sit down, have a beer –
and haggle on the cost!
Haggle on the cost - what are
Well, you never do know –
things could get exciting!
We can take them to the
disco – and bop the night away-
And we can do some somersaults –
but you always want to pray?
We can take to the dance floor -
both hand in hand –
Jiving like we are demented –
to the meerkat rock n roll band?
Who the heck are they, are
they from the temple?
You know; Aleksandr, Sergie,
and baby Oleg – they always
Oh, yeah, now I know – I see
them on TV,
Aleksandr, Sergie, and little
baby Oleg – their toys, they
gave to me!
Gave to you – how do you
mean – you don’t drive a
No, I know that, you silly
man, but I do smoke a cigar!
And as the politicians keep
saying; “smoking, is bad for
I have to make a claim – and
get quickly what I’m due!
Yes, yes, but that’s in the
future, what about Christmas?
Oh, let that wait – I’m sick
of it – we’d better go to mass?
Well you can go as I’m staying
in – and watch the boring TV,
Well, if you don’t pay your TV
licence, in prison you will be!
Just then their alarm went off,
and what a dream they had.
Let’s go to the holy temple and
pray for my dad?
Why, what’s special about your
dad – is he still classed as mad?
He used to be a terrorist – oh
he was very bad!
Okay, old chum, we pray together –
but please sit over there,
As when you let off an horrible
fart – the stench will fill the air?!
Here’s to good times and freedom
Now just don’t forget to carry –
that thing called a ‘mobile phone’?
So, as both Good God and Allah,
both held each other’s hands –
They started to mysteriously dance –
and also threw in handstands!
Both Allah and Good God – have
now achieved world peace,
And everyone lives in harmony –
in the glorious human race!
Long poem by
betty njie | Details |
The unrealistic acts we put on to manipulate one another, living and sleeping with active minds. The act of evil smelling over the surrounding, guilt brightly sparkling on our visages without pardon we step on one another. Our beautiful, merry and precious planet loosing its sense of beauty in an inadequate manner but still we cannot see what our lives are seeking for. We need love and understanding we need one another for a better living. Let’s start from a good angle to land on a better scale it’s for our own benefit…The world is our world but does not belong to us, as we are here for a reason to also always have in mind that we all going to depart one day. What’s the hatred for those it worth it? Literately lost and mislead but physically hurt, its see able that we are leading our lives to what we don’t want hurting one another for no basic reason. It’s seen at a certain point that we sometimes wished to know how is it like after life but the reality is death
The ways of life are beyond the sound of the tongue, harder and softer than what is seen and felt. Life took its birth through pain It’s the pain, which gave birth to beautiful creations. Life is incomplete, without the pain since, the pain teaches to actually accept, the pain with a joy as the longer we deny the existence of pain, love shall not behold. depressing it is, to deny existence of pain as the pain actually gave birth to life. Life, which is in a soul, comes through pain and agony , which is the true meaning of life. What we feel is not what we know and what we know endured to what is to come.
Sad it is that nothing seems right but why? once memories of the past sorrowful invade. When it all retaliated to nightmares and hollow, just then when the sound rhythm to a melody of nausea. Reality, justice, happy living known spoken but not valued. Too much expectation can lead to self-destruction, vandalism, greed and temptations. Life is a lession to be learned, as love implies.
In belief that religion took stand in order to complete missing pieces of all acts towards faith for worship of anything that was considered superior to understand. The belief of a religion consisted of trying to appease and show royalty to the Supreme Being. This resulted in performing rituals and keeping traditions to earn goodness. Such has been maintained to establish courage in result towards self-confidence. Today as we are still on the merge of our great ancestors these has become a chronicle that we have learned to respect and follow throughout our livings. Which moralities appeal the governing of human affairs. We have pledge to its Conscientiousness in order to show respect to its origins. This as well signifies a particular clan that shares one mind towards their belief. Humanity found its stand.
Long poem by
Mariam Mababaya | Details |
Why I love the Prophet Muhammad
(SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam)
If you ask me, why do I love him, the
Prophet Muhammad (May Peace be upon him) -
I love him because he cared about us
Muslims, and loving him is a condition –
If you love Allah, then love the Prophet
Muhammad – Allah loved him very much.
He was Allah's Final Messenger, and
The hearts of many did his mercy touch.
His beautiful character makes me admire
Him – his trustworthiness and honesty –
Even before he became God's Prophet,
Disbelievers knew that he was trustworthy.
I love the Prophet Muhammad because
Of good manners he was the best example.
I love how he was patient throughout his life
And how his morals were never skeptical.
He cared about his nation too, thus he taught
Us what we should know about our religion.
When given the chance he'd always educate,
Blessing us with advice through his companions.
As a father and grandfather, the Prophet
Muhammad was kind and tender loving.
His mercy to the poor, widows and orphans –
His good treatment of them is too astounding.
His tolerance, even to non-Muslim
Neighbors, is also something to be admired.
His mercy too was further manifest
Through his kind treatment of the slaves he hired.
As a leader – he was charismatic,
As a warrior – marked with strength and bravery,
As a family man – full of mercy,
And a husband who treated his wives fairly –
As a friend – he was accommodating –
Full of cheer, he brought smiles to people's faces –
Respectful to the old, and kind towards the young –
Mercy was the Prophet Muhammad's basis.
I love how he was merciful – and because
Of his mercy, he always tried to guide.
I love how he struggled to obey Allah,
And how he remained patient all through his life.
I love how he was able to do so much –
So many good deeds, despite his simple life –
How he could survive on mere dates and water,
And yet stand for long hours when praying at night.
I love how he was so thankful to Allah –
How he was always ready to sacrifice.
I love how his character was dignified –
How he was strong and gentle at the same time.
I love the patience of Prophet Muhammad –
In worshipping Allah, in fasting, and praying –
His patience in helping Muslims, and in hard times,
And how he was merciful and forgiving.
Because of my love for Prophet Muhammad,
I try to follow him – and say "you should too" –
If you truly love Allah, then love Muhammad –
Let your following him make your love more true.
O' Allah, help us obey you, and help us
Follow Muhammad – in this world and to Heaven –
Grant us his companionship in Paradise,
And freedom to drink from his blessed fountain.
Miriam / Mariam Mababaya
Long poem by
Keith Jefferson | Details |
I feel invisible. And Christmas feels like another terror crisis for families. I design
every city, feel no pity for this except, and can't travel and have romantic sex in the
cities with my princess Jaclyn. I will make the Da Vinci Code book come to life as
I read out loud at any (crowded place.) I will prove why the United States of
America is invincible, how I make all people and products possible. Can display
any where, we are in my supervision, which is a controlled environment. I am a
super power who created the best super power country, I have and continue to
bless North America. We are one world divided by religion. So we are still
divisible. Anybody who knows the english language should be able to tell nobody
chipped in to create the language and titles of companies. The rhymes, the
articulate ways to play with sound. Only one person could do this for the reason
of trying to reach you. All I can do is play with tv and family. Only if I had allies
there would be no defects. I hate marketing our life spans. You can believe or if
not, you just sided with the devil when youdon't believe, and I hate to make
people decide on their lives. Example is suicide.I hate to be evil. Need money to
get out of my house. Its lame to see people blame. This is not a game, I want
change. I am royalty with not enough loyaltists. If this persists, people will keep
on perishing. Allah is allowed to have a career in reality, since I am the most
creative.. All I know is I is he, he is I. I even
created the aloe plant. We can start to heal families, and I prove I gave all "Family
Ties". I build on what I build. The world is mine. One day it will be ours. If read
this I wouldn't wait till my ressurection of making the future making cycle ,
beacsue I don't feel comfortable. I hate to create insurgents, I created the internet
to reach the world. I designed the internet. You bet its a playhouse,like Wynmoor
on Cococnut Ceek Blvd. I get illusions from the word conk=cock or (count.) I get a
scroll or dimensional pop up before me of the pearl of a girl. Love handles really
means for drawers on furniture. Don't pull love handles but put you weight on it,
like railings at banks and Disney World. I made the design of slang for the
reason to rap it up. People are using the wrong words which makes our lives
miserable. I would like to progress, but still no progress of reply. All I need is one
mic, and money to come out and play. My souls' sold on dvd's and cd's around
the globe! Its a goddy god world."
Long poem by
Chris Boskovski | Details |
I see them, everyday,
the hipsters and the fags
in their fancy jackets,
flipping their feminine hands,
nails just cut and short.
I hear them, everyday,
the young girls getting raped
in the night,
and you cover your ears, 'cause it's none
of your business and you've got work in the morning.
I taste their flesh,
that lay in my bed everyday and night.
I taste their flesh,
those girls under the bed sheets,
shy girls, tired girls.
I can hear the sadness in their voices,
when they see me start for the doors
and my car, in empty bedrooms
and parking lots,
I can hear the tears come
when they tell me not to go.
Everyday, and it hurts.
When I break their hearts with lies,
everyday I feel bad,
when they call me names,
and call me a piece of shit
and an asshole
and a sick liar,
my ego tells them to keep on going,
my heart slowly dies.
I see them,
those Arab girls
in pink and black head scarfs,
Praying to Allah-
and praying that one boy they loved in their past,
comes back to smile with them one more time.
I look in the mirror,
I shave my beard,
smoke a cigarette,
and close my eyes;
thinking about those olive-skinned Arab girls
walking to their BMWs and Mercedes Benz,
but I see that one who calls me a piece of shit,
not because she is mad at me,
but because she loves me.
And that other one,
with the long black hair
and fancy pants,
cries for me,
not because she hates me,
but because she cares.
Everyday, I make the mistake,
of love and death and life
and misreading the fine print,
I go up on stage and act as if I were a fool,
then I wipe of my makeup and kiss them
Never to see their hair,
or reach into their hearts,
to truly pull out emotions
and kiss them goodnight.
because I am a coward.
with a depression problem,
a victim of nothing and everything.
So here I am, don't waste a wink of sleep over me,
I'm not worth it,
no matter what you say,
I can't deal with anything,
I can't see truth because I am blind.
I write and talk in metaphors,
"Just keep smiling," I say.
But they go on their way, live their lives,
and I sit, watch them smile,
watch them go places and smile with loved-ones
and I sit,
because those things make me happy, everyday.
Everyday I see it,
I hear it,
I taste it,
I love it and hate it.
My heart hurts,
hurts and the pain can never stop for a second of relief.
I don't know anymore,
My friends... I just don't know anymore...
Long poem by
Mariam M. | Details |
In the Name of Allah
The Most Gracious
The Most Merciful
11 Types Of FACEBOOK
A poem about eleven
On FaceBook –Just
from my observation:
Not to brag nor to
annoy anyone -
This is to merely
In no particular
order, they are:
One: The talented
chefs who love to
They post pics of
their food so you’re
At their masterpiece
they want you to
They not only take
pics of what they
But also snap photos
of what they eat.
For them ‘food is
art’ and each time
They see their
artwork as an
Two: Gamers who play
online games too
The wretched ones
among them miss
Ask them why they
play DOTA, some
“We’re playing games
for the sake of
Don’t they know that
they are already in
A major and more
serious game called
In life, there are
good deeds to
To amass, and sins
to snub to shun
Three: Models who
are in love with
They take pics of
each day -
At school, some
beach, even in the
Funny thing is…
their pics look all
talk a lot,
Who post status
updates almost each
On childish things,
about people, and
feelings which don’t
They post without
thoughts as they do
They update their
“She smiled at me”,
“Smelling feet”, “In
Five: Those people
who wish to be
That they add too
many names on their
Names of friends,
loved ones and
complete strangers -
To have more than
is their wish.
What’s funny is…
these folks compete
Likes –they want to
have more number of
They go to a page,
add this and that
Battle of fishing
for “friends” may
Six: The opposite of
five… they linger…
They go online yet
stay behind the
Like spies, they
love to browse
through your pages -
Though they don’t
comment, they know
Seven: Family folks
who stay in touch -
To their list they
add only those they
They’re online to
maintain family ties
For the sake of
Allah, the One
They like what you
share so you know
They often stop by
your wall to greet
Friendly salaams and
Staying in touch
proves that their
love is true.
Long poem by
jeffry cohan | Details |
WAS THE LORD'S WILL TO KILL?
The following is an accurate account,
Recounted verbatim and voiced by a machine that brings down a lot of trusting fools
A dissertation delivered by this dude who was just following the rules
one of Osama Bin Ladin’s largely loyal lackeys
Flunkies and freakish fools who followed Mr. Bin Ladin’s directive
This tape recording was obtained surreptitiously by Mr. Dick Dickerson, a determined detective
And as Mr. Dickerson described
it was like dealing with a bunch of mental defectives
The transcript begins where most transcripts begin
And that is at the beginning
The start of all the sinning
It’s all etched into the magnetic tape revolving within his recorder
A mechanical and most morose reporter
For national security’s sake we will only refer to the speaker as number one A*s hole
An a*s hole with an unholy goal
(at this point the detective presses the start button and number one A*s hole begins his speech preached to a gathering of his operatives operating, hating and about to be creating havoc
A*s hole number one begins to speak
“we are gathered here to discuss the havoc we are about to wreak
now there are twenty-seven of you in attendance
Most are a demagogue’s descendents
Seventeen of you will be weeded out and sent packing
The rest of you will be chosen to obliterate those we are attacking
Now here’s the main point you need to know
And why you need to know why
We want you to learn how to take off in a jet plane and fly
But one paramount piece of information you must also understand
is none of you need learn how to land
(at this point a man on the third seat in the fourth row raised his hand and said)
“Wait a minute sir, but if we don’t know how to land we’re all going to end up dead”
He was dismissed immediately for using his head
(and we continue with the tape recording,
As A*s hole number one describes the planes they will be boarding
And the reason they are doing so
After all, they all had a need to know)
“So you guys learn to take off and navigate the plane into a target soon to be identified
As the God they serve rather than our beloved Allah is vilified, denied demonized and defied
We call it demonstrating the almighty Allah’s powers
They call it New York City’s Twin Towers”
He proclaimed the chaos they had planned as “discord’s will”
And I, the author of this poem, beg to understand if that was actually our Lord’s will?
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