Best Muhammad Poems
Muhammad Ali
Taunting with poetry,
His opponents he'd zing
As he danced 'round the ring.
There once was a boy Cassius Clay
Who dreamt to be greatest some day
When then in a bout
One punch in the mouth
On the canvas poor Liston would lay
Worse than Liston's performance that day
Were the lyrics by Robert Goulet
"Oh say can you see, by the dawn's early night"
Was as much of a flop as the fight!
Aug. 25, 2019
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In dreams
i am always lurched by soothing zephyrs
across the lovely streets of Medina
Searching thy footprints
in the pious dust
ya Rasool Allah(s.a.w).
Every night i sleep with a hope in heart
to meet you
and in the morining i wake up broken and fragile
Ya Rasool Allah(s.a.w)
In the chills of night
I search thy reflection of beauteous face
in the moon
During day i kept on staring the sun
Ya rasool Allah(s.a.w)
As i write thy exalted name
with all emotions
My whole being dissolves in fragrance
Ya rasool Allah(s.a.w)
My heart melts with thy remmembrance
and my soul feels heavy on your seperation
Searching thy light in the chambers of heart
Ya rasool Allah(s.a.w)
You are the light of my eyes
and joy of my heart
and i always hear your blessed name
in my chest
Ya rasool Allah(s.a.w)
He could float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
He was the greatest
Muhammad Ali
(Today is his 70th birthday)
''little boy looks down
splashes into deep waters
dawns a hero''
My hands are tender
I laugh with my own
Death I own life nothing
Others fear my friends
I talk for hours with my death
Do not fear my friends
You cry when I sleep
Death knows and understands
Men and their few words
Boxing heavyweight king, Muhammad Ali,
was quick and strong, but also used psychology.
He'd let himself get pummeled, giving foes false hope -
like to George Foreman in Manila, his first "rope-a-dope."
*Rope a dope is a technique that Ali perfected when he
beat George Foreman. By just taking a beating to his
stomach as he leaned back into the ropes of the boxing
ring and letting the ropes absorb the force of those
blows, he was able to tire Foreman out and then let
him have it!!!
Love and Follow Muhammad
(SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam)
If you ask me, why do I love him, the
Prophet Muhammad (May Peace be upon him) -
I love him because he cared about us
Muslims, and loving him is a condition –
If you love Allah, then love the Prophet
Muhammad – Allah loved him very much.
He was Allah's Final Messenger, and
The hearts of many did his mercy touch.
His beautiful character makes me admire
Him – his trustworthiness and honesty –
Even before he became God's Prophet,
Disbelievers knew that he was trustworthy.
I love the Prophet Muhammad because
Of good manners he was the best example.
I love how he was patient throughout his life
And how his morals were never skeptical.
He cared about his nation too, thus he taught
Us what we should know about our religion.
When given the chance he'd always educate,
Blessing us with advice through his companions.
As a father and grandfather, the Prophet
Muhammad was kind and tender loving.
His mercy to the poor, widows and orphans –
His good treatment of them is too astounding.
His tolerance, even to non-Muslim
Neighbors, is also something to be admired.
His mercy too was further manifest
Through his kind treatment of the slaves he hired.
As a leader – he was charismatic,
As a warrior – marked with strength and bravery,
As a family man – full of mercy,
And a husband who treated his wives fairly –
===> Part Two
Note: As a Muslim I believe in all of God's Prophets from Adam to Noah, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Ishmael, David, Solomon, Moses, Jesus and the final Messenger Muhammad may God's Peace and Blessings be on them all, they were all sent with the same message: to invite/call on others to believe in the One and Only God (Allah: The God -in Arabic) the God of everything and everyone :)
Breezy mind
And sparkling eyes
Dwindled him in the upper skies
But HE was right
Where light above light
Recited an Ayat
Allah (SWT) is alright.
A leader of the leaders
For the all times
Led a night prayer in the mosque
Of Baitul Muqaddas
HE was kind
In dealing with others
Met the messengers
Who were coming past
Exchanged greetings
And chatted with each other
HE had seen many things on his way
Such as torment of the Jahannam
And the happiness of the Jannah.
So, breezy mind
And sparkling eyes
Dwindled him for the all time.
Holy Angel named Hazrat Zebraiel (As)
A trusted companion for the all messengers
Was with Him upto Sidratul Muntaha Square.
Now, There is no barrier
No worries, No mourning
Only friend for friend
And the friend for friend
Comes close to each other
And starts transmitting messages
Year after year.
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.
I take your look most seriously.
Seriously.
I take that look furiously.
In my journey I be.
Waiting at the finish line I imagine time after time.
Inside wine after wine bottle
With each key stroke
I wonder
What you will think.
With each love
In each moment
Its simple to you
But not here
Its easy for you to love me.
But I only know I love writing
And that I’m alone.
I have yet to really meet your beautiful soul.
So if you must smile and walk
Walk smiling up to my front door.
And if you don’t like it cheesy,
Take it easy
-champ.
You’re the greatest,
but that’s not poetic
But some things you have to make clear
so you don’t regret it.
Muhammad Ali is who he is,and who he can "Only Be": And Casus Clay is the name his mother named him at birth as he perpetuated into "The new name of "Muhammad Ali".Muhammad Ali floats like a "Butterfly"and "Stings"like a"Knock out "Heavyweight Boxing Champion ""Paralyzing Bee".His opponents after being knocked down fall on their bending knees,and scream out ,and say his name:Muhammad Ali! How can you do this to me? Muhammad replies,and says : You called me "Casus Clay",and I told you that my new name is "Muhammad Ali! I have knocked you to your knees,so now you understand me!Muhammad let them realize that that is the name that God intended him to have,and always be. In the boxing ring Muhammad Ali's punches and stings his opponents like a terrible stinging "Bee",and they ask themselves :What is happening to me? Muhammad Ali is looked upon all over "The Entire World" as "the Greatest Heavyweight Boxing Champion that has ever existed in any country in this "Entire World",and is from "Louisville Kentucky",where "Kentucky Bourbon is produced,and when he punches his opponents he earns plenty of "Loot",and he might give away some "Kentucky Bourbon" to "Boot",so that "The Great State of Kentucky can be proud that "Muhammad Ali"is from "Kentucky": and Kentucky is "Muhammad Ali's "ROOT"!!! Born and raised in "Louisville Kentucky"!!!! Muhammad Ali became better than "The Best"heavyweight boxing champions of this world,and this was one of his most important quest,and that is why he is still known as "The Greatest Yet"! Muhammad Ali's colors in high school were yellow and black,just like a stinging bee,and he attended Central High School in "Louisville Kentucky"that has the sign of "The Stinging Bee"!Muhammad Ali "Floats like a Butterfly,and "Stings like a "BEE",and remains "The Greatest Heavyweight Boxing Champion" as to "Date" you will ever see!!!!! Muhammad Ali!!!!!!!
==>Part Two of "Why I Love God's Prophet Muhammad (SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam)"
As a friend – he was accommodating –
Full of cheer, he brought smiles to people's faces –
Respectful to the old, and kind towards the young –
Mercy was the Prophet Muhammad's basis.
I love how he was merciful – and because
Of his mercy, he always tried to guide.
I love how he struggled to obey Allah,
And how he remained patient all through his life.
I love how he was able to do so much –
So many good deeds, despite his simple life –
How he could survive on mere dates and water,
And yet stand for long hours when praying at night.
I love how he was so thankful to Allah –
How he was always ready to sacrifice.
I love how his character was dignified –
How he was strong and gentle at the same time.
I love the patience of Prophet Muhammad –
In worshiping Allah, in fasting, and praying –
His patience in helping Muslims, and in hard times,
And how he was merciful and forgiving.
Because of my love for Prophet Muhammad,
I try to follow him – and say "you should too" –
If you truly love Allah, then love Muhammad –
Let your following him make your love more true.
O' Allah, help us obey you, and help us
Follow Muhammad – in this world and to Heaven –
Grant us his companionship in Paradise,
And freedom to drink from his blessed fountain.
Ameen.
Mariam M.
Prophet Muhammad is the
Sweetheart of the world,
He is like sweetheart of God!
A fallen villain;
Slayer of the innocent and lover of pain;
A gifted mystic who prostituted the endowments of Nature,
And thus drunk her cup of fury with mysterious pleasure.
Sharks found a rare meal of flesh and blood
That they would not have had,
Thanks to the seasond American commandos
Who supplied so full its dose.
With a huge sigh I mark your simple end,
And still mourn your complex trend
That maimed bouyant lives of both young and old.
Some you may meet in hell and seek revenge hundredfold;
Others yet shall forgive you as they dine in paradise.
My condemning cry does now rise:
May Satan, your treacherous mate,
Scold your brow with utmost hate,
For he has no ally when his mission's done;
Let him torch your groins and your hairs burn!
I knew him first as Cassius Clay,
“The Greatest,” as he claimed.
His many titles proved that he
Was accurately named.
He “floated like a butterfly”
Yet he was brash and bold.
He stung opponents “like a bee”
And left a few out cold.
Although a boxer through and through,
You might say to the core,
The one place he refused to fight
Was in the Viet Nam War.
He lost his license for that stand,
Excluded from the ring
For several years, but then returned
Triumphant as a king.
His years of taking endless hits
Led sadly to disease,
For even as “the greatest”
Life provides no guarantees.
I’m not a fan of fighting sport
In any form, but yet
I’ll mourn Ali, the fearless champ
The world will not forget.