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Nature Allah Poems | Nature Poems About Allah

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Details | Rhyme |

From self-denial Uphill Into Nirvana

i tore my body from home to start the roam
in mind,only  one thing, leave the rotten dome

i left earthly treat, to those with dandy walk
left them in shallow swamp, with gibberish talk

hill is destination, a mind had been taught
aiming a raw feeling,a thought had been wrought

all i needed was a mind and a heart and a feel
with a little lore, and oceans of raw peotic thrill

spot gained, the aim reached a book was laid
the lined hues, the heavenly news, all was read

no word was misspelled, no verse was misread
every thing showed his word in every sense, said

so i picked from nature all the words, made a wreath
the bouquet smelled, only fragrance you could breathe

when your self  makes you look just inside your ego
you will miss the raw beauty gained from nature's flow

and by upward ponder, the whole spirit, you achieve
up where the pure winds blow, you will never grieve

Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

SK- 4

The silence 
In the roaring of those tides
God is a river

Copyright © viviane leite | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |

What Have I Seen


Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.

And so
what is over that
ridge or hill
a sink-hole, a sand dune, a steep bluff.


What must I do. Organize
the heretofore unorganized. The rabble
of unemployed child abusers.
Molesters of their intimates.

Are there dysfunctional bird families?
Simply put, they do not survive.
We have hope
that everyone alive is essential,

consequential. We classify
and specify.
The commonplace and everyday
is sanctified.

What happens everyday?
Morning is quiet, everyone at work.
Home writing, watching birds.
Afternoon, kids come back from school.

Evening, watch tv.
Scotch and Star Trek.
Captain Picard's problems eclipse
ours who stayed behind.


Pray to Allah
and maybe he will spare you
when he sets the world
on fire.

Where or with who
will I be on that day?
And how many people and adventures
will I find in the wind storm and rubble?

I may live, but will it matter
whether or not I help anyone else to live?
This is no Last Judgement.
Those who have learned or who still know how to live

will survive.
Nobody will go to hell, they will just die.
There is no limbo either.
Anyone who didn't find a way to be immortal is just dead.

So, what am I trying to do.
Organize the unemployed, the welfare mothers
and alcoholics
into a flying chevron of purposeful explorers?


The doctor's conscious, organized,
naive attempt to do good,
his legacy, versus the randomness
of the road and the war zone.

There his legacy is his rectitude and natural
rough compassion for the damaged people
he encounters. The difference
between planning a legacy

as if you knew enough to control events
and letting the legacy arise
from events themselves, controlling,
insofar as you are able, only

your own actions and reactions.
The doctor's leadership role such as it was
grew out of not his material possessions
like the car

but his mission, his personal quest
to find the young doctors he had naively trained
and sent into the war zone
where all died.


July-a cold city
not as great or as gritty
as I thought, summer theater left
the shoe shine bereft of customers

eyes cold as a bureaucrat's
except for our soles
and their leather. Sweat-soaked
girls, the beautiful ones left town.

Emotionless as a bus.
Sparrows, no chickadees.
All that's important happens indoors.
Exercise to philosophies.

You get what you see.
The panhandlers ask
just once, won't risk
friendship, justice.

No sale today
in the finite city
where, for the shoe shine,
pedestrians are infinite, times two shoes.


Faith = wait + trust.
But don't anticipate.
Popper prohibits prediction.
Niebuhr expects destruction.

I believe in God
doesn't mean there's a sketch
of a man in my head. It must mean
all will be well in the end.

Satisfied with snow
or summer. And now
with dying old or younger.
Gold or paper clips. Gulps or sips.

In the final resting place
in the city of the dead
are there all night card games
and sometimes open swims?

Each inch, square, or cube of Earth
brim with grasses and sedges, dragonflies and spiders, sparrows and eagles.
The tiger lily and the water lily and the lily of the valley, the calla lily.
When a girl on a bicycle smiles, that is a smile.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

So real

God is not a man
Unlike man, is not greedy
Ever-mighty is this God
He recognize every tone
Unlike man, is ubiquitous

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |


And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatern |

A Script To Read Again

This is a script to read again Its wordings are clear- no blunder Each page on its own is a sane It has distinct words to ponder I’m yet to find its replacement This is a script to read again It’s obvious in its endowment A script fit beyond thousand reigns With what I've seen, I've much to gain Those about lives before our own This is a script to read again Can any author beat this Lone? In everything it’s just the star I think its lost can’t be regain It’s the same here and in Dakar This is a script to read again.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

He knows your name

He knows how He made you 
He knows the thought He put in you
What you are thinking is came from Him
He made your heart and controls your heart beat
He made your desires; leads your movement
He vigils upon your life, you are His creation 
Do not worry about what you fear or hear
Remember what I say, that He knows your name

He created you to live not to die
He made you to win not to loose
He formed you from the vase of wealth and health
I made you as channel of love and peace
All in this earth made for your achievement
All around you is made to sustain your accomplishment
Do not worry about what you see or hear
Remember what I say, that He knows your name

He made the waters to quench your thirst 
He made the air to breath in your soul
He made all kinds of aliments to feed your hunger
From the day you came, the air was at your side to breath
The earth will always carry your steps as long as you live
The stone and trees will walk with you in this journey 
Do not worry about what you miss or hear
Remember what I say, that He knows your name

He has a task for each one of your days on the earth
Your life is designed according to your calling
Pain and joy work for your vision
Suffering and glory work for your greatness
Failure and success work for your righteousness
He made each day a step to your destiny
Do not worry about what you doubt or hear
Remember what I say, that He knows your name

Copyright © ISAAC KINZAMBI | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Painted Horizon

I tried writing a poem tonight about the moon's brilliance. It was huge, as it was pale; hypnotic in its rise. The sun's reflection made me think of my own depression because I could see the moon's geography and its mountainous expanses. The darker shades of grey highlighted an elevation untouched by man's wishes. I had a sense of my own biology and its fragility. Like fine China placed in boxes void of upward pointing arrows, my warranty became null and void because of packaging and stacked in wrong directions. The molecular dust, mixed with rust, the ore and iron shavings, I could feel moonlight settle in my veins and I yearned to be a part of the universal order of detachment and attraction. Wishing ocean waves would wash over me as I fought the pull against my toes from lunar confiscation. A sea's toll, the sand that disappears from underfoot, admission into the deep. In my being, I felt all the knowledge Britannica had to offer, and then every answer fizzled away with evaporative tenacity and again I was left wondering about my place in this world, when a few seconds before; I swore, I was sure. The poem ended up being scrapped because no arrangement of words would've compared to witnessing the moon being painted on a deserted horizon and seeing His paintbrush come to rest on an easel.
No, my words wouldn't have been equal.

Copyright © TS Lewis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Sky-Falling Gold

Some complain of snow

Some complain of the cold

But what falls from the sky

Is much more golden than gold

Blessings from the sky

Yet we turn a blind eye

We instead express our disgust

When we could turn our sins into dust

We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain

But instead we scowl and frown on that rain

We could thank God instead of making a fuss

(It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!)

A time to be grateful,

Yet we just complain

We could be making precious du’aa

For major beneficial gain

But it’s easier to grumble

Roll your eyes and shake your head

You may regret not taking advantage of this

When you’re long gone and dead

Don’t delay being

Grateful to your Lord

Let your heart live out

The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.

Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Voice Of Shepherds

 if you drift out or just dare
nature sure,will burst your flair
the diction you have is worn
no more weighing,don't be torn

don't you feel bored at writing
with the same cliché starting
a natural glossary is out laid
rhyme easy on natural bed

your neck is going awry from bend
scan nature for your ache to tend
skip the light and shade your mind
get fresh thoughts of natural kind

these words are faithfully inspired
by nature and,heavenly admired
harmony is God's love to nature
love inspired to those in pasture

the shepherd's flock graze in peace
stillness around from heaven's bliss
the winds smell of fragrant breeze
God is harmony and poetry is his

Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A moment to ponder

Let your mind flow as free as the river grows! 
When the leaves appear again on the trees, 
And delicious scented flowers under the sun glow, 
You will see the rhythm from the hive as the bees, 
Get all in frenzy as winter disappears.

Did you ever wonder how it is all connected,
Were you ever amazed at the beauty of nature,
It is all by Allah (God) and His mercy projected,
And for us to embrace His Majestic Splendor,
By His Grace He gives us signs on which to ponder.

Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008

Details | Blank verse |



To leash and feed a dog
And not allowing to bark at will
Religion of pity and benevolence
Made only to rule over the meek

To confine Ram in Janmabhumi
Amidst Force
To fetch Allah  in Mecca
Amidst stamped
To  take off for Vatican city
For Christ

Man only building the walls

Let the dog bark
Birds chirp
And man chant together:
The glory of  Nature reveal.

Copyright © PRAFULLA SAHU | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


Spider Ohhhhhhh Look at you All covered in juice How many times do I have to tell you Don't walk with a glass of juice Look at the mess you made Let me clean you up Nice and clean again

Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2016