Allah Love Poems | Examples
These Allah Love poems are examples of Love poems about Allah. These are the best examples of Love Allah poems written by international poets.
I am the Malkizedek, Priest of The Most High,
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH,
I was brought forth before the sons of God,
to administer to The One whom resides in eternity,
created for a single purpose,
to expound the laws of light, truth, justice and love.
Made in secret as a divine tool,
that the One Creator might have one with whom,
to share the secrets of his heart,
His ALL POWERFUL NAME, laws of righteousness and deepest desires,
He wants nothing more than to love His children,
and for them to be happy and free.
Fashioned in mystery known only to Him,
in secret i have come, to expound His law.
Throughout the ages, since before time,
that his purpose might be realized.
For to Him nothing is impossible,
even the redemption of satan.
This is why He tested Job,
Job was an example that samael might learn and accept his fathers light and love.
And know this, all shall be redeemed,
this is The Fathers will,
and He is so great, He shall achieve it.
Jahshua is the Christ, He is the father Himself,
come in the body of a man,
to atone for the sins of mankind.
Blessed be the name of Ja.
AHAYAH ASHAH AHAYAH
Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and inercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah prayed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Four khaliphs are his paradise neighbor
Who is in love with him is away from evil
He is sultan of creations as a whole
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
What Dervish Jonah does in here without you
Real prophet without doubt and mistrust is you
Whom don't obey you faithlessly as an infidel go
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
I asked to yellow flower
Do you have father or mother?
Flower says dervish father
Mother and father are ground
I asked to yellow flower
Do you have child or brother?
Flower says dervish father
Child and brother are fruit
I asked to yellow flower
Which sect do you fall under?
Flower says dervish father
In Ummah of Muhammad we gather
I asked to yellow flower
Is rose your relative?
Flower says dervish father
Rose is Muhammad's lather
I asked to yellow flower
Why is yellow your colour?
Flower says dervish father
Cause we are close to mortal
I asked to yellow flower
Where do you take this color?
Flower says dervish father
From moon and sun's lighter
I asked to yellow flower
Do we know each other?
Flower says dervish father
Aren't you Jonah the lover
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
With the mountains with the stones
Let me invite you Lord (Allah)
At the dawns with the birds
Let me invite you Lord
At the deep of water with the fishes
At the deserts with the roes
As a dervish by your name
Let me invite you Lord
At the sky by Jesus
At the montane by Moses
With the baton at my palm
Let me invite you Lord
In the sorrows by Prophet Job
Drops in eyes by Prophet Jacob
With the Muhammad beloved
Let me invite you Lord
By gratitude by praise
By your attribute indivise
Remembering you always
Let me invite you Lord
I know the world's case
I left the words and wares
Head open and barefoot
Let me invite you Lord
Jonah recites with tongues
With nighingales and doves
By God lover slaves
Let me invite you Lord
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
Every Companion is a star at the sky of that Prophet
Every tradition of him is post of heavens and the earth
To be his ummah is the holiest of dignities
Full of lessons each of his nights and mornings
Behind him left his marks on the path of paradise
Next to him Abu Bakr whereas Omar is at left resides
More than thousands carried that blessed starboard
Some stabbed a sword and some spread the holy word
It was a destinty that this case will reach to day of wrath
What he recited was compassion and guidance
What he ruled was complete justice
When wanted he wouldn't reject, he was the most generous
He didn't leave neither gold nor silver
To the mankind Quran was his inheritance
From offspring of Muhammad
Comes Mahdi comes now
One night sleeps as a regular servant
Other morning wakes up with keys of heavens and the earth
Opens all the gates for hope
Knocks down all idols at a stroke
Sets up the holiest army of Islam
Takes next the breath of Jesus Christ
Conquers Mescid el Aqsa soils
Spreads to everywhere rules of Sharia
Wears to his fingers seal of Solomon
Takes into his hands Moses' baton
Demolishes dejjal and infidels' stronghold
I saw him as I entered the city gates—
a man clothed not in robes, but in a strong green light.
His presence bent the air.
Birds above broke into sudden song.
A cool wind swept the dust from the streets.
The city had known no rain for three years.
Yet when his foot touched the ground,
soft rain began to fall,
as though heaven had remembered us.
He walked the street in silence.
A golden ibis descended,
resting upon his shoulder in slow, deliberate motion.
The sick rose from their beds,
though he had not spoken their names.
Animals followed him in quiet procession.
Children ran to him,
crying “Green Heart! Green Heart!”
He raised his hand,
and they answered with laughter.
Behind him, flowers broke open.
Trees bore fruit out of season.
Strangers embraced like brothers.
Sisters sang again in the marketplace.
But who was he?
Some whispered, “A wanderer from the mountains.”
Others fell to their knees and said,
“It is God, walking among us.”
You told me it wasn’t too late
that I could still mend the cracks.
But it feels like I’ve been losing you
long before the truth escaped your lips.
Only God is my ally now,
and to Him I surrender everything,
so I can have your love
back again.
How did I become your misery?
How did my words turn empty?
How did I become… this?
All I wished
was to be your everything,
but it turns out
I was never enough.
You never found
what you needed the most.
If I disappeared in this lifetime,
maybe it would be better
so I’d only be
a memory,
and not your misery.
Abraham’s children the power of three. Grew like a big tree.
Some were weak and died off, others grew like a huge garden and made it all the way to the top.
Some were kind and loved each other, others killed and lived only for themselves.
God gave us his laws from Mount Sinai in Egypt, and we try to live by them every day.
Some wanted to go astray, and forget Gods laws making us go astray.
Abraham’s children pray every day, to live a life that will bring us closer to God every day and way.
Some need help and other are helpless, making us live in a group with doubt.
Jesus came and died on the cross to make a path to lead us through death and to heaven.
Prophet Muhammad came and led us to more knowledge of God.
Jesus and Prophet Muhammad, explained that God is the way to heaven and love.
Laws and love are one with God, so we prayed and listened to all that we heard.
Making us one under God’s law and love.
Lifting prayers for the power of three, and remembering all of my Abraham’s family today and always.
I keep my memories on a shelf
Each one a book, a spine, a name
A library of all I've lived
Of all I've felt and seen
Some volumes end too early
Some, stretched across my years
And I pull them out when the night feels empty
Open to a chapter I thought I forgot
Some, I've tried to burn away
They still echo in my ears
Each one, a piece of the plot
Each one, writing me, even now
For every memory, bound in time,
Shapes the soul I know
And the shelf I keep within myself
Lines the spine of each tomorrow
Sometimes I have to call myself wrong
So that someone s path becomes easy
Everyone has the right to speak the truth
But sometimes silence also becomes a prayer
When someone s peace passes through you
Then I have to smile even after breaking myself
He has won by understanding that he has won over me
And I have to make excuses for his victory
Real love is not just about touching
Sometimes you have to stay with someone even when you are far away
To make their tomorrow better
You have to hide your past within yourself
Life is not always won for yourself
Sometimes you have to give up your victory for someone else
That is the real victory
When you have to win your heart even after losing
Maybe all this time I have never loved anyone,
Even God above—but I asked Him to change my personality into a wise and loving human being,
And prevent me from wasting something rare,
So that I don't feel lonely anymore
What would You do, O Father, tell,
If I should fade like fleeting mist?
Would heaven break, would heavens swell,
Or would my absence not exist?
Would You still paint the dawn with fire,
Though I no longer walk the day?
Would You keep faith when hopes expire,
Or let the light just slip away?
Would You still whisper my lost name,
When silence wraps my voice in stone?
Or leave me buried in the flame,
Alone, forgotten and unknown?
Would You still hold the earth so wide,
If none remained to see its face?
Would it dissolve, a drifting tide,
A dream dissolved without a place?
Would You still wait, with patient heart,
For one who’s vanished from Your sight?
Or fall apart and fall apart,
And sink into the endless night?
What are You when the prayers are done,
When holy walls begin to fall?
Does silence hide the holy One,
Or answer every broken call?
Or am I freed, by death’s embrace,
The spark that draws You close to me?
And if You fade with my last grace—
Did love exist? Or none to see?
When I first saw you, my heartbeat became lower
All of my stress started to leave my body as your eyes met mine
Your look and smile were a fresh breath of air from a blower
Your hair was the color of Raven which made you look fine
As you walked each aisle, I noticed your steps were wide and petite
You did not swing your hips in a wild manner that would drive me insane
As you walked each step, the angels and Iblis bowed down in defeat
Seeing true beauty in you has caused me to love you and not complain
May it be confusing, but love is a mystery that is only understood by Anunnaki
Eros has shot an arrow into our hearts that our minds are confused and not moving to bliss
Could it be that love is similar to the making of a Greek Souvlaki
Shiva looks at us as being perfect for one another; however, Yahweh will not make her a forever miss
Allah does not see as we see, as age is only a number
Even Odin, Eros, and Lord Shiva agree and see it as a number
I Love God for he is good.
Feeling him near and dear to me.
He fills me with positive vibes.
Making my life feel so clear.
Helps me up when I feel sad.
Making me forget all the bad, I had to hear.
And always there to give me cheer.
He brings me closer to him every time I pray.
Praying that he can hear me when I feel sad.
Lifting me higher as I pray for his love.
Making me want to always be near to him.
God is always available to us when we call him near.
Always there, always near, that is my God that I love so dear.