Father Arabic Poems | Examples
These Father Arabic poems are examples of Arabic poems about Father. These are the best examples of Arabic Father poems written by international poets.
O brilliant son of the desert,
You rose through the maze of your House
With precision sharper than a blade.
The future trembles beneath your feet—
But power, untempered by wisdom,
Is a fire that devours its bearer.
Do not chase the glory of empires too fast.
Rome was not built in one day—
And neither shall a just Arabia.
You cannot serve two masters:
The West with its silver tongue,
And your people, whose eyes still hunger.
Choose neutrality not as weakness,
But as strategy.
Your true legacy lies not in gold towers,
But in lifting the soul of your nation.
Forsake not your brother, Iran.
To unite the Crescent is to raise a new dawn.
The blood of Gaza weeps through the sand,
And every drop asks:
"Where is our brother?"
Sunni, Shia, Sufi—one people,
Divided by politics, not by God.
To unite them is to write your name beside kings,
To divide them is to sow your own ruin.
Beware the advisors with smiles from Tel Aviv
And tongues sharpened in Washington.
They do not dream for you—
They only use your night to hide their shadow.
The Middle East can rise again,
But only if you learn this truth:
Real power is not feared,
It is trusted.
Verse 1
Oh, my Lord, Your love never ends
In Your embrace, my soul transcends
From dawn till night, You hold my hand
A constant guide, Your love's unplanned
Chorus
Forever faithful, You've been true
Your goodness flows, it's me and you
With every breath, I'll sing Your praise
The goodness of God fills all my days
Verse 2
Through fire and storm, Your voice I hear
A beacon in the night, so clear
Father and Friend, You've been my guide
In Your love's embrace, I can't hide
Chorus
Forever faithful, You've been true
Your goodness flows, it's me and you
With every breath, I'll sing Your praise
The goodness of God fills all my days
Bridge
Your goodness chases me, it never fades
Surrendering now, all that I've made
With open arms, I give all to You
Your love and grace, forever new
Chorus
Forever faithful, You've been true
Your goodness flows, it's me and you
With every breath, I'll sing Your praise
The goodness of God fills all my days
Outro
Your goodness, Lord, I'll never cease
To worship You, with joy and peace
In all my days, You'll be my stay
The goodness of God, come what may
The wonderful
Master of the Game
from golf family to
being father of the
country looking
forward to the
inauguration the sheer
pleasure welcoming
him a second term
what a wonderful
country America
America Home
of the brave l
and of the free
Congratulations
Donald J Trump
Muhammad’s daughter danced through the night,
skirts smoothly swirling with her moving.
Cool colors coalescing under moonlight,
iridescent eyes sweetly soothing.
Many who sought her had pedigree.
All whom Prophet Muhammad rebuked
awaiting sign of her destiny,
silent suitor of proper repute.
Ali sold his shield to pay the mahr.
She danced her way into history.
She earned her place, proved the Shining Star,
in doing so, fated her family.
Muhammad’s daughter danced through the night,
skirts smoothly swirling with her moving.
Cool colors coalescing under moonlight,
iridescent eyes sweetly soothing.
Allahu Akbar.
Happy
Sunday dishes,
done by hand.
The washer put to rest.
No football, yes that is what I said. (But I have it backed up for you.)
No phone, no digital intrusion…
to take center stage from the day,
to steal what is not their’s to take.
Our day,
His day,
the “best day”.
A time to speak with our mouths,
to each other, while looking into faces.
A time to remember what people really…
look(ed) like, then and now.
Call your mother, your father,
your sister,
your brother,
your friend.
Tell someone clearly,
they are dear to you.
Monday is coming…
Looming ever at the beginning of the week?
No!
The Lord’s day is the start!,
Be a part of all that it means.
The week ahead will be better…
than it seems from here,
in your worst dreams.
(for Scarlets of the world)
Scarlet was born in a house of ill repute.
She learnt early how to use lipsticks, and
Dreams never visited her.
Enslaved by carnivorous nights,
Her heart feared to fly, but
Accompanied her to the church.
One gloomy Sunday, she confessed -
Father, forgive me for I've sinned.
And she had a dream.
She was in heaven, standing in a crowd,
Who kept looking up.
'Even here, people keep looking up',
She thought, and asked
A woman standing next to her -
What are you looking for?
A white smoke - replied the woman.
Scarlet later found out;
'God is only a chimney', and she
Woke up beside a drunk.
Grandpa was polygamous
Father believed in celibacy
And I'm deliberating on bigamy
Lest I become
A dull thud
in posterity's eyes
The desire to be held
The desire to be left alone
The desire to be loved
The desire to be forgotten
The desire to be alive
The desire to be dead
The desire to be talkative
The desire to be silent
The desire to be home
The desire to be away
The desire for things to change
The desire is what makes me decay
because the desire to fall
is the strongest of them all
and it is just one feeling I can not change
The desire to be held
The desire to be left alone
The desire to be loved
The desire to be forgotten
The desire to be alive
The desire to be dead
The desire to be talkative
The desire to be silent
The desire to be home
The desire to be away
The desire for things to change
The desire is what makes me decay
because the desire to fall
is the strongest of them all
and it is just one feeling I can not change
Things before our sight
We did not realize true value
Shadow when realized us
Beam enters eye to continue
Say: Not salvation pitying
Loss of wings mid-day
It has become dream to flying
Is the truth, to wind?
Seagulls cordial
Beautiful roses in grove
Mothers to subsequent
Face your father always bright
Who loss of his father
Tasted bitterness of existence
He lived alone with fullness of the universe
Would offset tremulous
Way episode to append
Five Messages to My Mother
1-
Did you know
since you went away
there is no rose
can be live.
2-
Did you know
since you went away,
Henna tree is still in a long thirsty.
3-
Did you know
since you went away
my father still remember you,
with love, with all respect.
4-
Did you know
?since you went away,
I hear your invocations,
I saw it falling from the sky.
5-
Did you know
since you went away,
I feel so close to you,
To death.
To heaven.
The Bus Trip
We are driving to Cascais on Sunday my wife wants to take
the bus she thinks we are too old to drive 300 miles.
On the bus, you might risk sitting by someone who can`t afford
water or soap that is a low grade working person on his way to
use a spade and whatever to build a trench that keeps the water
away when it is raining
I`m a tonic water socialist and read the Guardian, crystal glasses
and a sneaky *** on the loo. To meet a proper working class person
would shatter my illusion and bring back a memory of my father last time
I saw him it was on a bus and he was drunk.
I will drive- anyway- not long from now I will not be able to they are
putting up obstacles to stop us old ones driving
I'm inside ride of happiness, an sadness.
I love you so much. but now I know that weren't met to be.
You said once you don't meat your soul-mate so young.
But we believe at 19 years that we do. How do you know when
it's your soul-mate.
Do you feel the love inside.
I ended up pregnant so young.
that didn't go so good. Our wedding
you told me that I won't leave you.
that didn't turn our good
Because we both broke those vows to each other.
I sometimes wonder when we still hang out
with our friends do we love each other?
I know in way that I love you but we argued so
much that told me the last time
I can't argue with you my love.
We shouldn't be together and go our separate ways.
you wouldn't sign our divorce papers.
We argued over those.
Everything we argued over.
When I came back home I expected you to be married and with kids.
that are beautiful and good carrere. you would of made good father.
Your new wife would of been beautiful and made you feel good
about yourself better than I could.
I sometimes wonder if we could of made it work for each other.
To you Arabic might sound like
Can't get your mind around sound
That dances on the tip of a tongue
Like an exotic dancer,
Like can't trust words that rise
Up from the back of a throat
Like a growl-
Might sound like alarm bells
Going off like-look!- a foreigner-
What if he blows up the plane?
To me... it sounds like an old friend
Whose name you almost remember,
Like my best friend's father
Calling her name with an accent
I didn't notice for years-
Like Amr Diab, since his music
Is awesome-
Like you can say salaam
To any Muslim in the world
And he'll greet you as if he is
Your brother...
What sounds to you like-
Satanic chanting?-
To me sounds like the words
Of a prayer...
Sounds like a love poem,
Sounds like a lullaby,
Sounds like salaam
Means peace.
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