Best Hakeem Poems
Soft silhouettes sashay by my window
Grievingly gazing out unto a world of which you may never know
Linen curtains briefly ruffled in the breeze
Old drunken Julius finds shade under the huge oak trees
The echoes of poverty ring outside my building
The pleas of panhandlers, the chattering of children
Dope feign Delilah, struts up and down the streets, waiting to turn her next trick
Evaporating into the air, the sulfuric stench
Jared, the jock in high school, deemed all American athlete
Shooting craps in the alley just to make ends meet
Every night like clockwork, the street walkers stand by Ms. Martina’s door
When the sun rises and they scatter like roaches, she anoints the ground with oils
Hakeem stands on one corner, screaming out” Would you enter the Kingdom of heaven if you should die today?
While his brother ShaQuan stands across the street, on the corner peddling cocaine
When we were growing up Ebony and I vowed to always be best friends
I sit on my stoop and she doesn’t even look my way as she’s followed by her six kids
In the evening gun shots light up the night, like the fourth of July
Another wife a widow, another mother loses her child
With not so much as a reason why.
Shrines built in rememberance of lost souls, adorn the sidewalks
Where once laid the body of an innocent child outlined by blood stained chalk
I am here in the midst of a world that I may never really know
I sit here day after day, with my pad and my pen,
Trying to escape the perils of the Ghetto
Categories:
hakeem, life, people, sorry, world,
Form:
I was standing in a store
getting veggies and cheese
when commotion, nay, uproar
made me drop my canned peas.
Picking the can off the floor,
trying to understand,
I searched for the uproar's core
as I fingered my can.
Then I saw it, just a head
but one that meant so much,
and froze up, alive but dead,
as I cradled my lunch.
The Olajuwon! Hakeem!
The Houston Rockets' ray
of light known as The Dream
was lumbering my way.
He came right down my aisle and
he stopped right next to me!
It's possible I smiled as
I saw he too had cheese.
Why wouldn't he continue
to the rest of the shop?
I held my breath, I turned blue,
why on earth did he stop?
Then a word passed his lips and
quickly entered my ears.
"Pants," he said, and away ran.
The Dream had disappeared.
I contemplated later
as I stood in my nook,
what did Dream mean, that baiter;
was I a fish he took?
Because I felt like a fish,
I could not breathe on land.
This would drive me insane-ish.
"I have to understand!"
Did The Dream refer to his
stylish pants that he wore?
Was he commenting on this
less stylish pair I bore?
It's embarrassing but true
that he might have said "pass."
I must've looked like a fool
in my unstylish pants.
I resigned myself with sighs,
very perplexed, it's true,
eating my veggie-cheese pie
and appearing confused.
Gays? Abortion? Bomb Iraq?
Some things we'll always ask
though we hear no answers back
and Hakeem "Dream" said "Pants."
Categories:
hakeem, adventure, allegory, confusion, introspectiondream,
Form:
Rhyme
I sing a song to my lost love
Who’s left this Earth and gone above.
(Or maybe she’s below instead;
Who the hell cares, cuz she’s dead.)
'Tis true she wrote bad poetry,
Wrote verse of opaque complexity,
But I cared not, for her love was true,
Her transgressions, just a few:
Just Mike and Jim and Bryce
And Tom and Dick and Harry (twice);
She did Omar and Hakeem,
(And then she did that football team).
But I forgave her every time;
I forgave her every crime;
I forgave her lousy rhymes;
I forgave her misspelt lines;
I forgave her plagiarism;
Even forgave her symbolism.
But her limericks were just so bad,
So out of form, they drove me mad!
For no matter the many times I roared,
“Only TWO stresses in lines three and four!”
She’d still write lines with many more;
Still wrote those lines with many more!
So of course she had to go
Though the thought did pain me so.
But I still dream of her at night
And in the fading evening light,
And yearn once more to hold and squeeze her
Where she’s stored below in my big freezer.
Categories:
hakeem, humorous, murder, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
A CHILD FROM SYRIA HAD A DREAM
peace was his dream
his dream became steam
the steam became unseen
on the hand of a bad regime
his family was his dream
playing around was his dream
growing , learning was his dream
feeling , loving was his dream
building his home was his dream
his dream was a sweet dream
but his dream became unseen
on the hand of a bad regime
a slap & kick stopped his dream
he opened his eyes on another dream
this was a real dream
he said this is not my dream
he saw new people were not from his dream
they were from someone else's dream
he looked around searching for his dream
all he saw injured, dying dream
begging ,crying on a loud scream
he cried ,he begged ,please save my dream
the whole world watched that regime
killing the poor boy and his dream
by
Hakeem omer
Categories:
hakeem, dream, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Come to your daddy’s arm
When the life becomes rough
When the ways are lost
When the hope cant` be found
When the people can’t` be trusted
When you find yourself all alone
Come to your daddy’s arms
Who grabs your hand when you fall
Who wipes your tears when you cry
Who feels your pain when you are sad
Who feels your joy when are happy
Who dance and laugh with you to see your smile
When you are close you are in his heart
When you are far away you are in his heart and thoughts
Come to your daddy’s` arm
Enter his world of love
Enjoy his free love, that is cheap price
No one else can beat that price
That is something he can give all times
Young, old, poor, rich, sick, or not
Its non-stop from day one to the end
Take as much as you can while you can
Be safe, be smart, be kind, be honest
Be truthful, never tell lie,
Love God, love his Messenger
Love your dad and mom and all people around
Come to your daddy’s arm when you are around.
By
Hakeem omer
Categories:
hakeem, birthday, childhood, people, love,
Form:
Verse
I made you a man a handsome Boy,
I will made your habits like decent Guy,
If you wanna marry me, Marry me Now,
If you say you love me, take it Now,
If you have plans, better get planned!
Make no flirt, like a Crow,
It’s a real not a dream,
Don’t ever think, I be your Ice Cream,
I am the lady of My Family vision of my Pa (papa)
If you got Mad, Go to Hakeem,
Life is there, time is Alright,
Love is true, not your words tonight,
Be Some practical, Do some Job,
Leaven this poetry Brain You Bright,
Better Get started better it End,
Leave your Love Letters into Jeans Pent.
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
hakeem, abuse, adventure, romantic, boy,
Form:
Light Verse
Moment of my heart.
With sunrise.
On the first light of the sun hitting my face through the window of my room.
On the sound of the first ring of my alarm, I woke up.
In hurry, dressed up, and walked out the door.
Strange,,
I was full of energy, unlike any other day.
Love was over flowing my heart.
My eyes were seenig things different.
Everything was, pretty, lovely.
Even the ugly dog of my neighbor.
I was not me that day.
My day was too good to be real.
Most likely it was dream.
I needed a pinch to know the difference.
My heart was dancing though there was no music playing.
He was happy though there was no sign of celebration.
Same path I walk every day, but I was not same person that day.
My body was dragged, to a destiny I was not ready for.
To a usual place, in a usual day.
Though nothing was usual that day.
Fearing from falling down, I hold on to the wall of the building.
My heart rate kept raising up.
My body was weakening.
Slapped my self , I pinched my self to wake up.
Wondering, it has to be a dream.
Till she came out from behind the corner, entering the main gate, slowly passing by me.
Then, and only then I stopped trying to wake up.
I wanted to stay in that dream as long as possible.
She came out like the sun, coming out from behind the mountain early in the morning,
Spreading the gentle light pushing a way the darkness of the night.
Clreaing the pathway for those they sleep less , and work hard to survive life.
She passed by me like the wind moving gentely over a grown wheat like a wave without causing any harm to it.
The smell of her mixed perfume flow with the fresh air in the morning .
Making a person drunk but not drunk in same time.
She hunted my heart, though there was no hunting tools on her except her beauty.
My heart followed her, ignoring me like he never known me before.
For the first time I lived my dream .
For the first time I wished if that dream would last for ever.
That was the day I fall in love.
Hakeem Omer
Categories:
hakeem, beauty, dream, emotions, i
Form:
Imagism
SILENT LOVE
she took my heart she didn't know
I and my heart became her prisoner she didn't know
I loved her with all my heart and my soul she didn't know
I watched her passing by day by day she didn't know
I spoke to her every day she didn't know
I touched her face and wiped her tears she didn't know
I felt her happiness and sadness she didn't know
I cried and grieved for long time she didn't know
I watched her crashing my heart she didn't know
I guess she was blind she didn't know
I walked a way and left behind a wounded heart she didn't know
I wished her the best of the best that how much I care but yet she didn't know
I said goodbye still she didn't know
BY
Hakeem Omer
Categories:
hakeem, girlfriend-boyfriend, day, heart, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Happy birthday
the sun lights the world
your smile lights my heart
the flower grows in the garden
you grow in my heart
people see you grown up now
people see you big and tall now
I see a little baby till now
I remember you crawling
I remember you smiling
I remember you crying and laughing
I remember you walking
I remember you talking
many years passing
I remember all by watching
I remember all by loving
you move from place to place
in my heart your in the same place
when you are mad acting bad
when you are silly acting folly
when you are kind acting lovely
your love always remains holy
be kind be wise do right
be brave be strong never hide
be proud of who you are
make me proud stay who you are
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
by
Hakeem Omer
Categories:
hakeem, childhood, happy, heart, happy,
Form:
Rhyme
Hakeem sab gaand ka kharish ka kia karun??
Janu Na goli na Teka Ye To Lora mangay ray..
Note.Miss you sweet heart..
Song.Bhegay hont teray pyasa badan mera...
Categories:
hakeem, addiction, drink, drug, fire,
Form:
Hakeem "The Dream" Olajuwon,
Had moves defenders would frown upon.
From Lagos to Texas, he rose to fame,
And left rivals grasping in shame.
As "Little Moses," they called his name,
In Houston, he rose to acclaim.
He ruled with finesse,
Brought gold to the press,
And walked in the halls of great fame.
Till today, he's a legend of the game,
And basketball players still honour his name.
One of the greatest, his legacy thrives,
Still sharing his wisdom in many lives.
Categories:
hakeem, america, basketball, dream, humorous,
Form:
Clerihew
Wise-
Wise and in wisdom to rule kingdom to kingdom!
Categories:
hakeem, god,
Form:
Blank verse