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Christmas Allah Poems | Christmas Poems About Allah

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Details | Italian Sonnet |

White Christmas

Father Christmas carries a sack
Filled with 420 kilos of crack
Father Christmas, give us a hit
Roll up a joint of your dankest sh*t
Father Spliffmas sing us a song
Get out your matches and light up the bong

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014



Details | Couplet |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Christmas Day

brush
of angel wings felt heartwards
in meditation with
a mantel filled with cards
wishing us joy and good health

December 25, 2015

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

A healthy Kenyan Ego Poem

A huge ego breaks off love’s embrace,
A tiny ego slips off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A selfless ego suffocates from love’s embrace,
A selfish ego wards off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A super-visual ego overshadows love’s embrace,
A deep-seated ego is colonized by love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A healthy ego humbly looks above,
A healthy ego can lead and also serve...

Its nerves know not pressured blood,
But developing it is almost hard!

Copyright © Kenyan Poets Lounge for Poetry and poems in Kenya | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

In his Arms

A story of Faith..
How does anyone explain why they believe the Faith they have .
I can only tell you through the eyes of a 5yr old child .
That child being myself 

so let me rewind a bit in time .
It was preschool to 1st grade , I would fall into a vegetable state at school , with my head down on the desk .
My Mother was a very talented RN and worked in triage at St. Francis Hospital
She would take me to the best of Pediatrics , only to be told ," take her home give her a aspirin,  if fever gets to high , and call us in the morning . 

All I can remember is this.

I was laying on my Mothers bed as from the ceiling it appeared a man that resembled "Jesus Christ ' and his Angels , 6 on each side lifted me from the bed in his arms , and took me to a place of warmth , light and love like I have never felt before since.

I was held by him as he said , you can stay here and no longer feel pain , or you may go back. I wanted so badly to stay , but I thought of my Mothers tears , and I was sent right into my little body again only to miss that feeling I had my whole life "in His Arms "

I got up out of bed , walked to the living room , where I saw my Mother in the distance baking .'  The Grinch whom stole Christmas ' was on TV. I then noticed a tree all lighten up with decorations, I walked  towards my Mom with a blanket in my hand .

My Mom turned and she had a plate of cookies , her face white as a ghost . I asked her " Mommy , Is it Christmas ?  " she started to cry , and held me as she said " Yes Honey , it is , it is Christmas Eve. " as her tears hit my shoulder . I then asked " Why are you crying ? "  Santa Claus is coming ! " I replied,  as happy as a little 5 yr. old could be.

I was taken to a Chiropractor that week ,as a last result , He told her it was simply a miracle I was alive  .  My Spine was out of place and no Oxygen was going to my brain , in one or 2 days , I would be brain dead.

I found out later in my life at 18 yrs. old , it was shaken baby syndrome . My Father confessed to me as he to cried , at his Moms home at Christmas time . He had carried the guilt with him for years . He was a born again Christian , and a new life he had wanted with true forgiveness .

I forgave him , I know the man whom lifted me was Jesus Christ that night , and there is nothing ugly at all there , so I know he to forgave him . 
Since then ..I have never doubted , I know he goes by many names  , It is Jesus Christ all the same .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Mother Mary

Mary
Jesus
Magdalene
Pure white Virgin cloth
Crosses, blood red where burned and lost
The Romans they had blind eyes
To the new world he would soon be born and rise
Soldier’s battle cries
Never shall drown the hopes of Mary’s forgiving eyes
For in a manger long ago
God bespoke to those Sheppard souls
Take heart, for now is but a miracle in time
Later history and Romans shall know and recant
The doubts they had of heavens gates above
Mother Mary’s whispered words
Go forth son the gospel shall be your eternal will
For there is but one Jesus, and tiss he who love instills
Disciples will tell you of his goodness and humanity he did show 
Three Wise Men long ago
Told you so!

The Blessed Virgin Mary
Made the message glow
Let it be

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs


The three little pigs
Had lost their wigs
So now all the animals saw
Was three little bald wiggly pigs

They had pen and paper
Pigs writing poetry
They said oinking and inking was in their nature
We have to change the laws of the legislature

Pigs and poetry was made a crime
The horses sneered, well it was about time
They wrote dirty prose and broken verse
Why even Orwell felt this was totally perverse

The ducks just clucked
As ducks normally doo
They chuckled at pig poets going to the loo
They would soon fly away, or else they would be forced to sue

The three little pigs
For their poetry stew
Nuwas rode in on his donkey grey
Looked at the pigs and said oh no don’t you stay

When Abu yelled to the sheep over there
He said bring me a sheepskin and a little of him
Wine flowed as he spun his tales from jail
Of the young couple Mary and Joseph, he laughed and he wailed

Why he said of the three little pigs
Thought themselves Royals cause they wrote with pig-pens
At the wave of his glass, is said be off to your dens
I of antiquity, shall cheer and dance with my fellow turkmen

Seeking justice the pigs went to the owl
However the goats looked up and cried that’s a fowl
Now the farmer was away paying his taxes in town
When he came back to the farm

He found three little pigs had drowned


Notes: This was inspired by a combination of ideas concepts, the first being George Orwell’s Animal Farm, then the controversial proclivities of Abu Nuwas, and the common thread, other than the bizarre, is the freedom to question all things, the failure to do so, only slows down the advancement of science and new ideas.

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.

Copyright © zineb laddioui | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Villain

Guilty one
Capable of gross wickedness
A vile wretch
A scoundrel
A rascal
Unprincipled character

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Silent Holy Night

Silent Holy Night


In a manger in Bethlehem
Were three strangers, looking for a bed

There was a star above
Bright and holy
Guiding the three wise men
On camels they rode slowly

In a stable behind the Inn
There was that miracle that absolves all our sin

There was a star above
Bright and Holy
Mother Mary giving birth in her full glory
There he was baby Jesus, in rags but soon to tell his story

In a holy place long ago
There were traitors who could not let go

There was the cold desert night
The stars leading the righteous bright
Glory be, the new born son of he
Leading the world to peace and humanity

In the darkest of hearts that there may be
He brings hope to the silent ones

The holy night of eternity


Note: Last of the trilogy for Christmas

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

For You And Me

It  was  for you and me,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third-day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,

Copyright © joselito asperin | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.

Copyright © zineb laddioui | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.

Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Beside the Stream

poetry is the
language
between the words

poetry is the
language
of the

oracles in
caves

She is a Nobody
as am I
should we never

advertise?

Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Little Shadowy

Dear little shadowy Show me a way To fix some enemies of mine I'd like to make them suffer Like they did me I'll open a draw which you may find interesting but don't come back to me and say it was a misunderstanding once done it can't be undone So think about it

Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2016






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