Loss Allah Poems

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013




Details | Haiku |
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013




Details | Haiku |
The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Couplet |
Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13

Copyright © Les Pruitt | 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 | Free verse |
From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Simple faces complex feelings
Smiling eyes hiding intentions dangerous
A dagger in one hand, the other extended in greeting
These are a few traits of this race

Slithering towards it's victims with effortless ease
Ambushing skills could put a rattler to shame
Will devour every living thing, will never cease
In the quest for supremacy, everything is fair game

All living beings  are pawns in this game of chess
Sacrificing even Gods at the altar of individual gains
Making Krishna fight Buddha, Allah with Jesus
Holy wars giving the right to kill and maim

The streets transformed into rivers of blood
Screams silenced by the booming of guns
Rejoicing when their own kin is dead
And this race calls themselves humans

Copyright © Manoj Kumar | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown

Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
My shadow drowned in that river
My souls to cold to shiver
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

But now all I do is wonder
Lightning tends to proceed thunder
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

Now I know there is a never
Your legs used to go on forever 
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

I have to close my eyes to see you
In this life there is no redo
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

Somewhere out there your spirit soars
Sometimes I cry behind closed doors
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

Extremist bent on carnage
You were walking across that bridge
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

Terrorists will do whatever
Brainwashed they don't know no better
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

Poisoned words in a hallowed head
Allah don't want no one dead 
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

Sixty virgins will not quell
The burns they will receive in hell
Should of held her hand when I had the chance

Death by an ideology
Evil knows not boundaries
Should of held her hand when I had the chance

My shadow drowned in that river
My souls to cold to shiver
Should of held your hand when I had the chance

Copyright © Plant A Tree Poetry | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
Another day like so many others
With American's blood spilling on foreign sand,
So many wounded and so many lives have been lost
There are so many led to heaven by God's hand.

How many soldiers do we have to sacrifice
To satisfy this political and useless war,
We can not win against the Arabs
For they just keep coming back for more.

They sacrifice their own women and children
Arming them with bombs and other war fare,
So they can hide behind them in cowardness
They it is what Allah wants, but they do not care.

The militia has fought for hundreds of years
They will not allow an Iraq government to be formed,
They abhor Americans and our troops interfering there
So they will keep killing them as they have warned.

Keep our troops safe while they are there
May God bless them for what they stand,
Because they are brave and will keep fighting
Till God leads them out by his hand.

Their children are growing up without a parent
Having to face life the best they can,
Though they know they died a hero
And was lead out by God's hand.

They know they will have to be very strong
Yet still some are to young to understand,
As they grow older and understand what happened
May God give them strength and lead them by his hand.

Copyright © Connie Cooper | Year Posted 2006