Islamic Poems | Examples of Islamic Poetry

1- Behredeedar mushtaq hai har nazar-2, Dono Alam ke sarkar aa jayiye. 2-Akhri wakt hai aur pichla peher-2 Dono Alam ke sardaar ajayiye. 3- ^Sidratul Muntaha Arsh Babe-e Iram-2, har jagah pad chuka hai nishane qadam, Ab to ik bar apne, Ghulamo ke ghar-2, dono alam ke sarkar aa jayiye. 4- -Jalwagar Samne paikare noor ho,-2 Munkiro ka bhi Sarkar shak...

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They saw a 19 ton truck rampage their way Death came to France on Bastille day 86 French folk died that patriotic date when Mohammed Bouhlei drove for Islamic State. At a Christmas market also sudden death She looked at an oncoming truck, drew her last breath 11 others died with her on what should be a happy time Anis Amri drove...

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The beast Alhambra roared a violent psalm Vile conversos horrid moriscos, the heretic herds A spear thrust into our sun’s martyred ribs Held in hateful grips the yellow warblers dripped in crimson sheen Flying like Michael the vengeful vassal of Aragon’s decree “O Torquemada Hark the righteous call King of Suprema Execute them all!” Cold unfeeling wretch, the flesh guillotine Teeth clicking sparks lit endless pyres Three made Seville weep at the sight of...

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If God was human, would He murder, steal like us? Or would He lie, harm, and deprave, drug-dealing deadly, fentanyl pain pills for middle-class America's drug rave? Do nations like ours merit more than death? (Are Jews entitled to kill Gaza's children with U.S. help!?)....

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No matter how much you may ever lead yourself astray. I will always be right beside you, leading you back to the way. No matter how you curve throughout life, know I am the way....

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Shall I tell thee about a blissful day? That keeps tempers at bay and devil’s chained? Amidst all the struggles we face night and day! Jahannam’s flames are all tied and tamed. The gates of Jannah are open and shines, Enveloping the wicked, lights are dimmed. Deaf, dumb, and blind lost and left behind. Goodness leads to ways devoid of sin. For Allah’s...

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The whispers rise, a gentle plea, A call to hearts, to turn and see. The path we stray, so far astray, From light of truth, we lose our way. The world entices, with fleeting grace, A mirage of joy, in time and space. We chase its shadows, blind and lost, Ignoring whispers, counting the cost. Our hearts grow heavy, with guilt and shame, A...

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A gilded cage, this world we claim, Where shadows dance and truth is lame. A hollow echo, laughter rings, While sorrow's dirge the heartstrings sings. We chase the mirage, gold so bright, Ignoring whispers of the night. Each fleeting pleasure, dearly bought, With pieces of the soul we've lost. The masks we wear, a constant guise, Concealing tears behind our eyes. We build our castles...

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Oh Merciful God, How long I've been waiting for this month? A month of holy prayer and revelation A glance of Alhamdulillah and unbreakable faith Bless those who struggle and plea for Your mercy As the tower...

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Hymn to the Three Consorts of Allah O El-Lat, radiant in the moon’s gentle glow, Your silver beams illuminate the night, Guide lovers with your tender, soothing light, In your embrace, true affections grow. Guardian of secret trysts beneath the stars, You witness vows whispered in the dark, With every kiss, you leave a spark, Blessing those who dare to love who they...

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‘I’m a failed Muslim. I drink raki now,’ he says. A bottle twinkles on the upturned orange box. On the unmade bed, a punch-drunk pillow lurches in a sea of ruptured quilts. ‘I never pray,’ he adds, as hawk-eyed Ataturk retreats to an ascetic frame and glowers at the room. And we...

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In the tidy marina, the tide is going out. My last image of her tugs at its mooring. I pause on a slope of the Alpujarras. The wide sky can't encompass my loss. A hooded crow calls two hours before fajr. The engraver has come, desperate for epitaphs. First published in NOON: Journal...

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“Was gesagt werden muss” (“What must be said”) by Gunter Grass translation by Michael R. Burch Why have I remained silent, so long, failing to mention something openly practiced in war games which now threaten to leave us merely meaningless footnotes? Someone’s alleged “right” to strike first might annihilate a beleaguered nation whose people march to a martinet’s tune, compelled to pageants of orchestrated obedience. Why?...

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In a world of darkness, despair, and wrong, Came Muhammad (PBUH), with a light so strong. Guided by Allah, the best of creation, He brought to hearts a pure salvation. With justice, mercy, and words so true, He showed what faith and love can do. Idols shattered, ignorance erased,...

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