Name Allah Poems | Examples
These Name Allah poems are examples of Allah poems about Name. These are the best examples of Allah Name poems written by international poets.
I am the Malkizedek, Priest of The Most High,
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH,
I was brought forth before the sons of God,
to administer to The One whom resides in eternity,
created for a single purpose,
to expound the laws of light, truth, justice and love.
Made in secret as a divine tool,
that the One Creator might have one with whom,
to share the secrets of his heart,
His ALL POWERFUL NAME, laws of righteousness and deepest desires,
He wants nothing more than to love His children,
and for them to be happy and free.
Fashioned in mystery known only to Him,
in secret i have come, to expound His law.
Throughout the ages, since before time,
that his purpose might be realized.
For to Him nothing is impossible,
even the redemption of satan.
This is why He tested Job,
Job was an example that samael might learn and accept his fathers light and love.
And know this, all shall be redeemed,
this is The Fathers will,
and He is so great, He shall achieve it.
Jahshua is the Christ, He is the father Himself,
come in the body of a man,
to atone for the sins of mankind.
Blessed be the name of Ja.
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH
Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and inercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah prayed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Four khaliphs are his paradise neighbor
Who is in love with him is away from evil
He is sultan of creations as a whole
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
What Dervish Jonah does in here without you
Real prophet without doubt and mistrust is you
Whom don't obey you faithlessly as an infidel go
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
With the mountains with the stones
Let me invite you Lord (Allah)
At the dawns with the birds
Let me invite you Lord
At the deep of water with the fishes
At the deserts with the roes
As a dervish by your name
Let me invite you Lord
At the sky by Jesus
At the montane by Moses
With the baton at my palm
Let me invite you Lord
In the sorrows by Prophet Job
Drops in eyes by Prophet Jacob
With the Muhammad beloved
Let me invite you Lord
By gratitude by praise
By your attribute indivise
Remembering you always
Let me invite you Lord
I know the world's case
I left the words and wares
Head open and barefoot
Let me invite you Lord
Jonah recites with tongues
With nighingales and doves
By God lover slaves
Let me invite you Lord
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
Your noor overflows from your majesty
Your name exceeds over milkyway galaxy
At the earth at seas at skies your place
Who is in trouble caught up by your aids
Your arms are behind the dam of Gog
One blind eye of dejjal by your finger gouged
Next to Jesus your commander is Mahdi
You are the pioneer of glorious victory
You are the ruler of armies of Islam, master
You are the teacher of science Sultans, master
You are the hidden knowledge oceans' vessel, master
You are the light to heavens and earth, master
You are the honor of whole universe, master
Baku and the Swedish cook
It sounds impossible, but 72 years ago, I was
a galley-boy on an old tank ship loading
oil for Iceland, a country with watery beer
Baku, I remember the long avenue, empty
of people and poorly lit.
The cook and I had gone ashore, and we were
the only one who dared me, because I had
not been brainwashed, and the cook who
was Swedish, Stige Hellander, his name, and
a communist
There was a party somewhere near the men
Who wore a double-breasted suit to grow in
and padded shoulder, making them look odd
Oh, yes, they were party functionaries
Stige, the cook, enjoyed himself with free vodka.
They put it in a corner with a bottle of milk
and bars of chocolate, until it was time to go
back onboard, Stige, the cook, sang rude songs
Now, seventy-two years later, I learn that Baku
is not in Russia
Superintelligence
If superintelligence is about collecting data
to find out why young people run, some people don't
and based on this information, invent a mobile bike that
has 3 wheels and runs on a battery. I'm skeptical of
Superintelligence is like your mother's brother who
is divorced, moved into your home, and is telling everyone what is best for them; a snippet of what your dad said
"No wonder his wife left him."
I see it is possible to write your own autobiography, your
name and address, that's it; the book with your name will
be in the post, they have the nerve, superintelligence
Intelligence is most of the time used for evil purposes
Adolph Hitler and Josef Stalin were not duces, not to forget
Netanyahu, who has led the children of Israel down
a disaster, made the people into uncaring monsters like
The Germans felt about the Jews
If superintelligence knocks on my door, I shall not open it because I get so easily impressed that I might be an eager fan.
I keep my memories on a shelf
Each one a book, a spine, a name
A library of all I've lived
Of all I've felt and seen
Some volumes end too early
Some, stretched across my years
And I pull them out when the night feels empty
Open to a chapter I thought I forgot
Some, I've tried to burn away
They still echo in my ears
Each one, a piece of the plot
Each one, writing me, even now
For every memory, bound in time,
Shapes the soul I know
And the shelf I keep within myself
Lines the spine of each tomorrow
What would You do, O Father, tell,
If I should fade like fleeting mist?
Would heaven break, would heavens swell,
Or would my absence not exist?
Would You still paint the dawn with fire,
Though I no longer walk the day?
Would You keep faith when hopes expire,
Or let the light just slip away?
Would You still whisper my lost name,
When silence wraps my voice in stone?
Or leave me buried in the flame,
Alone, forgotten and unknown?
Would You still hold the earth so wide,
If none remained to see its face?
Would it dissolve, a drifting tide,
A dream dissolved without a place?
Would You still wait, with patient heart,
For one who’s vanished from Your sight?
Or fall apart and fall apart,
And sink into the endless night?
What are You when the prayers are done,
When holy walls begin to fall?
Does silence hide the holy One,
Or answer every broken call?
Or am I freed, by death’s embrace,
The spark that draws You close to me?
And if You fade with my last grace—
Did love exist? Or none to see?
Lift your voice, and sing spiritual hymns.
Raise your hands, and give God the praise, and glory.
Hear God, and preach the gospel.
Thank God for creating you, and giving you eternal life, and not death.
Everyday is a blessing from God.
Be a witness, and a living testimony of God's word, and truth.
No conviction of sin will harm you.
Speak God's name, and confess with your mind, and body forgiveness from sin, and have a willing heart to do his will.
There is salvation in heaven.
Divine revelation, and a gift of God's unconditional love will save you.
See, and hear God reign over the world, heaven, and hell.
It was just like before riding my bicycle along the beach my tire rolls right over a star fish braising bump and scratches on my knee the gulf was thirsty for human blood this year as the manatees floated belly up the pelicans shivered with empty beaks again the school of sharks gathered while the dolphins danced chattered sea urchin washed ashore I put salt water on my wounds feeling sad that the sea turtles rushed back to sea unaware of the mexican oil spill there home covered in black tar I walked my bike passed the book store just in time for bob crab shacks oyster bar funny the owner yelled come on in gal why you looking so blue in that moment the blue oyster became my signature name on the beach the sun shined the breeze blew softly over the nape of my back silence abode over the Caribbean Sea
For they know not what they are doing
How could they not
as God-given capacity for ignorance
is only blasphemy when available
The Indigenous of New Zealand
Never heard Jesus's sweet name
until 1814, So all those natives
get to burn forever with Hauty
The proud church of Christ
and its east-west schisms
And Luther's nailed paper
Show God's "unauthorized" confusion
Mormons and Muslims follow
in the writing of many books
and their books on their books
and their books on their books and
HAVE YOU EVER STOPPED TO WONDER, WHAT HEAVEN WILL BE LIKE?
Have you ever stopped to wonder, what heaven will be like?...the mansion God has promised, of beauty, splendor, and light.
Have you ever stopped to wonder, when we cross the river of life? We all will live forever-no more pain, sorrow, or strife!
Have you ever stopped to wonder, when our bodies He’ll transform…changed to become immortal...like Jesus to be conformed.
Have you ever stopped to wonder, when His face at last we’ll see? Oh what a glorious
vision,, what bliss what ecstasy!
Have you ever stopped to wonder, the reason why He came? …to give us life eternal,
by believing in His name.
Have you ever stopped to wonder, why He suffered on that tree?...stripped,
whipped, and tortured, He died there to set us free.
Have you ever stopped to wonder?
Have you ever stopped?
Have you ever?
Have you?
To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---
After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw,
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore.
9:14 PM
9-2-2024
The mountains rumble the trees
sway the sky calls my name the
sun gleams brighter while flowers
blood in the mere essence of me
the calm waters pour in leaving
soft sand between my toes when
we move the galaxy takes a bow as
stars race across the darkness
why when we move life happens
dancing on our feet the earth
spins around just to meet and
greet us beyond this wondrous
place shaping our very existence
why when we simply move in sync
No I said no
what don’t you
understand no
abusing no
name calling
no me and you
No no no
please go