Best Malik Poems
Treading upon a thread so fine,
Finer than the strands of silken twine,
Ah, but we err in our belief,
For hair is but a protein sheaf,
A chain of amino acids, aligned.
Is this vision but a mere mirage?
A fleeting, ghostly apparition?
Why then do they link,
Like carriages of a train, in sync?
Perhaps harmony is the adhesive,
Binding them in a dance so vivid,
Racing along life's fervent passage.
I ponder, perhaps the line we tread,
Is nought but points, closely wed,
In the fabric of togetherness spread.
Come, take my hand, let us forge
A lifeline, a path to endorse,
Disregard the trifles, my Love,
For nature cherishes balance above.
© 25/09/2014
Malik Yaseen
Categories:
malik, imagery, inspiration, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Are they mere grains of sand spewed by
the waves of the seas or are they
stars of the heavens washed ashore?
(Written in reference to William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence" -
"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour")
~3x8 contest by nette onclaud
~Image#2
~Abdul Malik / 1/1/15
Categories:
malik, world,
Form:
Verse
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Categories:
malik, encouraging, inspirational, poets, ,
Form:
Free verse
O Leader! O Savior! O Heart so Brave!
Words falter to honour the path you've paved.
The nation's core, now fortified with zeal,
We stand to combat, with spirits of steel.
No predator lurks, no harm to dread,
Your flame has scattered the shadows we fled.
Beneath the azure sky, the sun's bright gaze,
We bask in the light of liberated days.
You were the beacon, the guiding flare,
The vessel that carried us through despair.
Your name, a byword for valour's crest,
A voice for the silenced, an ear for the oppressed.
You granted wings to those who'd never flown,
To brave the wastelands, to face the unknown.
In your footsteps, we found our pace,
Learning to rise from the dust with grace.
Yet whispers claim you've departed our side,
The thought alone makes the hopeful tide.
Denial grips me; the news can't be true,
As the masses mourn, their sorrow is in view.
My pen trembles, heavy with unshed tears,
Echoing the solitary cry that sears.
I hold back the flood, let it inwardly weave,
May it nourish the love you've left us to grieve.
You are the whisper in the wind's call,
The strength that rises after a fall.
In the unity of one and all,
O Leader, O Braveheart, you never fall.
© 30/09/2014
Malik Yaseen
Categories:
malik, bereavement, eulogy, obituary, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Every prophet comes with miracles...someone asks what were the miracles of prophet Mohammed(May peace be upon him), now I will be mentioning some of them in the future, but here is one that I know and NASA did know when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon...he found a very wide line splitting the moon into to equal parts...As you know they properly didn't mention that fact ,but anyone who read the astronaut Neil Armstrong Biography may find that information,,,everybody in Earth was fascinated by the fact that Humans made it to the moon.
the splitting of the moon was performed by God during the life of Prophet Muhammad(May peace be upon him) in order to convince Quraysh of his prophethood.[8][9] Virtually all Muslim commentators accept the authenticity of those traditions. The following Sorah 54:2, "But if they see a Sign, they turn away, and say, 'This is (but) transient magic'" is taken in the support of this view.[9] The classical commentator Ibn Kathir provides a list of the early traditions mentioning the incident: A tradition transmitted on the authority of Anas bin Malik states that Muhammad split the moon after the pagan Meccans asked for a miracle.
The splitting of the moon (Arabic: ?????? ??????) was a miracle attributed to Muhammad in Islamic tradition.[1] It derives from the Qur'anic Sora "Sura Al-Qamar, Sora1-3"54:1-2: The HOUR (of Judgment) is nigh and the moon did split. And if they see a sign they turn away, and say: "This is transient magic." Sura Al-Qamar
Categories:
malik, dedication, faith, peace, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
Yesterday before I went up to bed
I noticed an email that I hadn't read
It was from Soup thanking me
For sending them the PM fee
It must be a mistake or so I thought
They sent me something that I haven’t bought
I thought about what I would say
And email them the very next day
I told a friend what the email said
And read her response before going to bed
She said that she was happy for me
You've had a gift; someone’s paid your fee
Whoever you are you've made my day
I’m lost for words don’t know what to say
Your very kind and generous act
Will stay with me and that’s a fact.
Thank you.
Written 6th March 2018
For anonymous angels contest sponsored by Yasmin Malik.
Categories:
malik, appreciation, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
My heart swelled up and I shook with excitement
tears slowly trickled down my cheeks; I felt enlightened.
My mind was running in so many directions.
Who? Why? When? Thinking of so many questions;
How long had it been there? Why hadn't I noticed?
Encouraged and inspired I got my mind focused.
I had a smile bursting with sunshine from within,
sunshine that could light up the day not giving in
No matter how dark the night tried to cease the day.
If I could reach and hug the angel, I'd say,
“Thank you for trusting me with such a gift.”
The gift brought a feeling of inspirational lift,
I never had a clue someone could be so giving.
How can I complain with a day of thanksgiving?
Still gazing with excitement with giggles and a gee wiz,
trying to imagine and wonder, who my angel is.
4/26/2018
Poetry Contest; Anonymous Angels
Sponsored by: Yazmin Malik
Categories:
malik, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
I heard outside on Christmas Eve
loud taps that brought me to my door.
They had so little time to leave!
And what was on our front porch floor?
I looked around at all the snow,
but there was not a soul in sight.
How swiftly they had had to go
to disappear into the night.
I reached down for a box I saw.
atop it was an envelop.
The box so big inspired my awe
and in me leapt a spark of hope.
My spouse was jobless, and that year
had been quite hard. Had someone known
of our bad luck and growing fear?
For in their gifts great love was shown.
They’d brought us money, that would pay
our bills that month and food to feed
our kids great meals on Christmas day.
God bless them for their gracious deed.
April 26, 2018 for the contest of Yazmin Malik
Categories:
malik, angel,
Form:
Quatrain
Crouching in a corner,
Hiding under a blanket,
Sucking my thumb,
I escape into the
carefree world of my childhood!
"Somewhere" contest by nette onclaud
~Abdul Malik - 01/08/15
~Syllables: 30
Categories:
malik, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
You gave my heart and soul a lift;
a secret angel sent a gift.
Who is this fine, kind poet friend,
to me, paid membership extend?
To Premium was made the shift;
You gave my heart and soul a lift.
Now as a poet I can grow;
use audio, let pictures show.
I wish to thank you...him or her,
to know your name, I would prefer.
You gave my heart and soul a lift.
in this great 'soup' I'll swim and drift.
Oh, thank you, angel, very much!
Your heartfelt gift, I now will clutch;
thru rhythmic words and meters sift.
You gave my heart and soul a lift.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Anonymous Angels
Sponsor: Yazmin Malik
Judged: 05/07/2018
My poem is fictional because I never received an anonymous gift from a
person. So I wrote how I would feel if I had received an anonymous Poetry Soup Premium Membership as a gift.
Categories:
malik, thank you,
Form:
Quatern
In A Box
BY MALIK BAKER
Puberty, relationships, identity versus roll confusion
As clear as a newly married couple with a hangover
Too many faces—even just one
Sweaty, shaky, within me a rapid stampede
In the midst of a haze raid
Like trash, garbage thrown out of sight.
Residing at the center of the cranium
Hypothetical criticism holding me captive.
Anxiety leading to payback by abdominal torture.
Dejection, second-rated, obscured
BRAINSTORM, cause I either say nothing or I’m just not with it.
More like imaginary . . . I have no real friends.
Either stood up or no invitation
Are they playing the Joker and Two-Face?
Dreamscape, the nostalgia of my childhood days . . .
Might as well throw me in solitary confinement.
Four walls and the view of life from inside
Dissecting the past and the future
Like The Thinker, contemplating . . . he goes nowhere.
This . . . is the good life.
First time happenings visually repeat.
Sensational like the nineties
Plagued by the mind of Mr. Perfect
Who am I? Certainly not the almighty
Seven years of build-up to this day.
There is no such thing as magic overnight,
But the road to recovery is here.
Trials and tribulations dismantled.
The burden has been lifted.
Don’t look back, promising change is coming . . .
Categories:
malik, anxiety, change, conflict, depression,
Form:
Narrative
Bestowed with life by One powerful Divine
Gracious with His love scintillating shine
I traverse roads: rose and weeded grounds
Flaming with a soldier's will to expound
From dawn begins my journey til sun sets
So many roads bided, my ownself to sweat
Courage bullets, I fire and fire
Pursuing success my ringing desire
Wait! hold on,don't go fast, echoes
Rush runs may thud a sporadic tempo
I have seen caterpillars dying as butterflies
Buds bloom, spreading aroma, by-and-by
The angelic aroma invites prosperity brush
It's rouge shows maturation like royal flush
Bravely. I go forth to reach every dream
Conquering beyond foggy upstream
If my own-self, a rebellion, resisting me
Earthquake moan to call a break-free.
Kaleidoscope faces became my preachers
A halo or a tail experience: my teachers
Tricky battalion of pressures stressing
Yet, camouflage trials bomb to blessings
Rewarding me with laughter and tears
Adding tons of memories to my years
Evolving beautiful to each season stir
Wisdom and love, now, my own myrrh
If I shall die this very day,
I hope my legacy not a dismay...
(C) Olive Eloisa and Malik Yaseen
9:38pm
September 23, 2014
Categories:
malik, inspiration, journey, life, visionary,
Form:
Couplet
A short while later the most attractive man
she had ever seen entered
the bank. Lost in his good looks Kenya
had to find the words "May I help
you?" He introduced himself. " Yes my
name is Malik Maxwell Williams.
I would like to open an account". "Mr.
Williams please follow me to my
office". Malik was in Kenya's office for
twenty minutes before making his
departure. Kenya made it up in her mind
that she would get to know Malik
on a personal level. Kenya lived a rather
dull life unto the point she decided
to get involved with Malik. Kenya was a
plain looking black woman in her
30's who never had any real luck with
men. The next day was Saturday so
it was Kenya's day off. She spent most of
her time paying bills and shopping.
She pulled into the Emerald Lady
parking lot got out
of her 2003
BMW and went inside. Looking for
something to make Malik notice her.
Kenya picked out a low cut v-neck red
top, a short black skirt that flattered
her figure, and black knee high boots.
Kenya paid $236 for the attention of a
man.
I must be crazy thought Kenya as she
handed the cashier the money. Walking
back through the Emerald Lady parking lot
Kenya bumped into Nubia her one and only
friend.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Green Poet
aka The Brown Philosopher
Categories:
malik, black african american, conflict,
Form:
Narrative
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Unfinished, my carpet lies, colors awry.
In the weave of my days, you were the light.
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Absent your Taleem, I'm lost in the night,
My heart, your target, where arrows lie.
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Unfinished, my carpet lies, colors awry.
© 25/09/2014
Malik Yaseen
*Taleem is the script used for carpet weaving (kashmiri, persain).
For a contest by Alferd Vassallo
Categories:
malik, betrayal, break up, imagery,
Form:
Triolet
I have a mouse
in my house,
In my house
is a naughty mouse.
He scares my Mummy,
He tickles my tummy
and nibbles at my toe,
Yet he is my dear Joe!
He steals my swiss cheese,
My cake and my pie piece;
He sleeps in my bed
Wearing pajamas red.
He goes out on a date
and comes home late,
Sometimes he makes me mad,
At times happy, at times sad.
But my love for him is such
I love him more than too much,
He is dear Joe, my pet mouse,
Right here, in this very house!
"My Pet" contest by Broken Wings
Abdul Malik, 12/05/12
Categories:
malik, love, pets,
Form:
Rhyme