Best Naat Poems

BRING IT ON

Bring your unreachable,
Bring your difficult,
I am tough,
Bring your burdens,
Bring your depressed, 
I’ve gone through rough,
Bring your exhausting,
Bring your untouchable,
Know all that stuff,
Bring your unorthodox,
Bring your unspeakable,
Bring on the powerful,
I’ll call their bluff,
Will take them by the scruff,
For I have had enough!...

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RUMORS USUALLY BEGAN BY SOMEONE SO FIXATED ON ANOTHER PERSONS LIFE IT COULD BEGAN ON THE SCHOOL YARD SOMETHING AS SMALL AS BEING JEALOUS THAT YOUR CLASSMATE HAS A SHINING NEW INK PEN WITH A BIG PINK FLOWER ON IT AND JEALOUS AWAKENS STRAIGHT INTO...

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Twilight Of Spirituality

The world was dark
Before the Islam
Prophet after prophet came to the world
But the glory was very short
The twilight of spirituality had never stayed so long
They worshiped in wrong way
It was the time when truth was lost and there was no peace
No mercy on...

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Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word...

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If I could, I would write a love poem that never exist
But exist in the lost mind of the betrayal of love.
If I could, I would stop the movement of the clock,
If I could go to heaven to see God, I would go
On sunday and...

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she  beckoned my soul i sat in fear 
nothing to focus on except writing a tear 
she busted through the window to her surprise
sitting with me was  st john paull 11

suddenly this opened her eyes
it was my identity she was after 
her name...

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she had beckoned my soul 
her envy surrounded me 
as i sat writing poetry and song
it was my identity she was after

her name was jay mine was yolanda 
i recited poems for montel williams 
on poetry .com my poems became quilts 
maps of my freedom...

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Thee art of hacking into phone's for Google photos my stalkers hacked in my families computer exposing documents medical records surgeries ect. be careful storing files this could become dangerous I was forced to change passwords email creating several accounts to prevent hacking these stalkers...

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2012 Celtic 2013 Shamrock 2014 choir music ministry 2015 helping my son care for his wife during chemo finally 2016 welcoming my granddaughter six weeks old whose mother was battling cancer watching their brave battle steadfast this took several years I was there still in...

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There's certainly no right or wrong way to survive war to survive a taino curse on your ancestors we grow we know we move past taino forever currents flowing backwards as we grieve the loss of loved ones in bondage by what glitters within a...

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SEVERE STALKING FROM LEFT OVER STRIPPERS FROM PETER CLUB IN TAMPA ALI IA HILTON TALISA SHAW DANITA DELMONT AGENT KIWANI BUGGS FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND STABLE OF JHORES HE SHARE WITH PETER GARGANO I REPORTED THE STENCH TO THE FBI AND STRIP CLUB LITERALLY...

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AFTER GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MADISON WISCONSIN BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB MY LIFE WAS THREATENED THEY BEGAN TO EXTORT MY LIVELY HOOD IMPERSONATE ME PAYING WISCONSIN CITY OFFICIALS TO FRAME DISABLED AFRICAN AMERICANS FALSIFYING HELL ON EARTH PRESENTING IT TO THE...

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desperation and solitude 
freedom of self expression 
sent me into modern day 
slavery a victim of plagery 
I began using my slave name 
kinggirlchild I found my way home 
empty and shallow my heart
racing I fell to my knees crawling
with pages in hand in this...

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NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO ME 9 HELPLESS PERSONS PERISHED MOST FROM NO AIR SMOKE FILLED THE BUILDINGS OTHER REACHING FIR HELP WHILE THE BLAZE CAUGHT ON THE PANELING PAISLEY DRAPES APRONS HOUSE DRESSES NYLONS STUCK TO THESE ELDERLY PEOPLE THEY LIVES MEANT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...

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In the semi-arid suburb, Medina,
A high pitch of sound echoed.
It dopplered through misty shrubs.

A helical dawn goes tidally.
The Pathfinder: stepped,
deep nodded, starry-eyed,
Scarfed fragrant keffiyeh.

Reeled a full throttle of forgiven,
Headed to his students.
The teaching of liberty,
Primed course of life....

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