Death Islamic Poems | Examples
These Death Islamic poems are examples of Islamic poems about Death. These are the best examples of Islamic Death poems written by international poets.
Life goes out but faith will not from this body
Heads may be cut but Islam will not from this land
A holy town of Quran you are at your starboard crescent
Mountains and rocks all cry out freedom and word of testament
Did not sell himself for a few bucks to a few predatories
Shielded his chest to dishonests that are coming by F-16s
Did not give his liberty his sovereignity his future
Left his mother his father and his lover
Left his wealth but hasn't left his homeland
There it is real army real soldier
Inside it private every patriot
Went out at 15th July and showed heroism
It is impossible not to show him admirism
Walked on tanks shielded himself to bullets
As long as don't let country be given away to zionists
Today Gülen is death and coup plotters are at jail trap
USA's forty yeared project in one night has gone to trash
Turks has showed how Muslims are to America's stepsons and CIA
A martyr flew through holy throne
Alighted to bowl of prophet water
Sipped and quaffed the holy juice
Almighty Lord picked him from many others
Gates were opened one by one
Greeted him angels all of them
He didn't hesitate on the path
This is how Allah lovers' end
Overshadows beneath the Most Merciful's Throne
Walks with his houris through rivers of heaven
That houri if one descends to earth
Eyes will be blind by her light
If her ankle a little bit shown
Will pass away all daemon and mankind
Every houri every time virgin
Deserved by this world's orphan and bizarre
Left with thirst and hunger to streets
Valueless & oppressed at everybody's eyes
The land is soaked in blood and tears
the hate is very old
Like all the ancient stories
in the Holy Bible told
Each vows to kill the other
asks their God to make it so
Their vengeance masked as prayers
consume the Holy Land of woe
No leaders can convince them
their hate like a disease
There is no cure for this old plague
which blows with every breeze
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!?). So, ganders take last breaths,
if goslings perish amidst the few millions.
But Palestine and Jews shall both survive
unlike this Land of Bigotry, Greed, Fraud,
and Hate (of ours): for genocide deprives,
and slavery's transgression opposes God.
America's Satan's flock of false sheep,
in whose guise wolves will judgment one day reap!
You will see heaven and earth roll up as a scroll
You will read the Word, written in twigs and rocks
You will hear the scroll of the Word quake as light sets
You will feel starlight pearl bracelets, engraved in gold
You will wear white garments made of moonlight silk
You will taste gnosis fruit before you taste night’s death
You will breathe the Garden of Glory, here and now
You will smell its grapevines in and out of you
You will live in Heaven’s Green Garden, the New Earth
The world has become jaded by the news we observe
It’s not until we notice something morally monstrous
Neither peacemakers nor warmongers have the nerve
It’s the emotions of the weak that raise our awareness
Our heads turn around when it involves the innocent
The terror and tears on their face make us take notice
Traumatizing their faultless world are the malcontents
Disrupting their pure sanctity with death and sickness
Trying to make sense of what has harassed their reality
Children and the elderly suffer, contrary to popular belief
Too delicate to be collateral damage of the war’s tragedy
Hearing the innocent cry, are you listening to their grief
On the 16th of September, Mahsa Amini 22 was arrested by the so called morality police in Iran, because some of her hair was showing from beneath her head scarf
3 days later she died in an Iranian hospital, after been beaten over the head with batons, whilst in morality police custody
A morality police spokesman denied responsibility, but said they must enforce this religious law because if women do not dress properly, then men could get provoked and harm them,
Women in Iran, and all over the world are now protesting against her murder, some hacking off their own hair, and refusing to wear head scarves.
An estimated 185 people women included, have died in Iran since the protests began after Mahsa’s death.
morality police
to overestimate her guilt ~ is to underestimate their filth
burnt her wings she can’t fly away ~ now her stumps make angels in the clay
By
David Kavanagh
Afghanistan! would anybody give a damn
perhaps had a chance, under Uncle Sam
They gave them weapons, to fight Talibans
enslavers of women, for pleasures of man
Kabul was thriving, the west brought calm
young ladies attend school, sitting exams
Mullahs hid in exile, with extremist Imams
Allowed back in, by surrendering Afghans
Another failed state, turns hardline Islam
say they've changed, nah just a big scam
The door was opened, they choose to slam
right back to poverty, from where it began
Religious fanatics, resume same old sham
beheadings, torturing, cut off some hands
Warped Sharia law, interpretation of Koran
no A la carte, only one recipe, Allah flambe *
US couldn't stay forever, done all they can
must watch Russia, China, Nth Korea, Iran
In tragic war situations, there's no exit plan
want to point a finger, start with bin laden
* Play on (A la Flambe) no offence intended
to moderate peaceful Muslims*
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
25/08/2021
I could never be defeated
I have hope inside my soul
My throne I will be seated
As I remain in total control
Whispered words beguile
But inside my heart glows
Gone are words you revile
My body takes your blows
I have soothed the demon
Lay to rest all of my ghosts
Lay waste others scheming
Sworn not to other’s oaths
In death I will be anointed
In prayers I will be blessed
My fame will be appointed
My sins more so confessed
My heart was made of iron
Although it shall never rust
Nor melted in the hot pyre
Buried with me in this dust
It shall rest for many a year
Before I rise again on earth
To rise again as a true Amir
As a new nation, in its birth
The Grip of Allah
You lessened your grip
as you slowly bled out.
Death rode in
to remove all doubt.
The weapon you held
that fired your hate
Lies silent now,
no more lives to take.
Anger and rage
consumed your mind.
Killing love and mercy,
strangling the divine.
As your bitter blood
seeped into the sand.
Shadows rolled in,
dimming the land.
Paradise awaited,
or so you were told.
But the gray rider smiled
as he reaped your soul.
In the name of a prophet,
the innocent you took,
stand in judgment
as they open your book.
You pleaded for mercy,
be lenient my Lord.
His wrath replied
with a righteous sword.
There is no paradise,
no virginal homes.
Your fallen heart
left you alone.
Birds and flies gather
in burning desert heat.
They wait for Allah
to bless another feast.
1.12.17
There is a little land that's built on sand in the Middle East
To listen to the world complain, you'd think it was a beast
Yet it's more diverse, and dynamic, than the USA
100+ countries immigrants' flourish there today
As for democracy, why there's nothing to compare
Fully 20 parties over there vie for electoral shares
Freedom of--not from--religion is absolutely guaranteed
And no one's made to recite a pledge
To a flag he can't believe
Minorities ARE protected there; they make a real impact
Arab statesman constitute 10% of Parliament, in fact...
By now you've surely guessed the country that I've yet to name
For to even say the word today can get you killed or maimed
But eventually the truth will out, as it always does:
Those who bang the drums today for tiny Israel's death
Will come tomorrow to recant their misguided shibboleths
Though we deny the termination
May be it is an imagination
So, shall we not be resurrected
On the day of resurrection ??
No! No! There is not even a single question
May be it`s our illusion
Because we are in a huge destruction
Shall we not promised to have a restitution ??
Oh Allah ! Our lord pour us the patent
For the bounty you have mention
Indeed, we are in a huge destruction ,
Save us , keep us , in your roof of protection !!
AN SPRITUAL POEM
BY MEEZAN POETRY
09-07-2018 10:AM
Eastern Ghouta
there exist a dark
corner in this world
known as Eastern Ghouta
where, when you ask the children
to draw a picture, they draw pictures
of jet fighters dropping bombs on them, on them
on their homes, on their schools, on their hospitals
they draw pictures of death, pictures of gloom, of hunger
at the ruins of what was once home,she asks:where is death?
let it come,for there is food in heaven, there is food in heaven
the world looks the other way, the world looks the other way
SYOS
Save your own souls
Any which way and how
Believe in God or lose your soul
If it fell out
You won't be allowed to get back in
You won't be able to climb back in
No way back
For eternity
So try to hold on to your life
Just remember there is no going back
Don't hatch a plan
Somebody coming to save you
Or somebody can
Without God nothing will work
So say your prays
Or death it is you meet.
Two throws of tens and let the dice roll,
that some may live, and some may die,
and at death, are comforted by soul’s mantle light.
For deep beneath a vast ocean of lies,
that have always foretold a promised place -
where no righteous man or woman have ever been …
Is where bright stars never rise or fall,
and wide rivers that cease to ebb and flow,
where angel’s trumpets neither sound nor blow -
Is where blindness shadows endless tears,
and jihadist dreams that fall on deafened ears,
where lost Caliphates, Mullahs and prostrate Emirs …
Is where emptiness has no regrets,
a naked silence, shattered monuments,
where four seasons weep, and all Heaven ends -
for their faith’s reward - is abandonment.