Madah Poems | Madah Examples

Always lingering just beyond the realm of hurt Emerging against whispers of the heart Appearing against its hesitant pleas for caution Showing up when the heart advices not to Flourishing amidst uncharted moments Thriving amidst an unexplored territory Running away from problems unencountered Unwanted eyes wide open Witnessing the undesired scenes unfold Crafting smiles amidst sorrows grasps Severing ties that never truly existed Enduring sleepless nights,...

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I'm a woman Yes, an African woman Who knows her wants ...

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*Image of Best Startups by WMaga. Madah: Highest Be Praised Yes, praise be to the Highest, Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all, Praise be true to the king that rule, Praise be the realm his people's home, Praise be the milestone a king and his throne, Yes, praise be to the Highest, Yes, praise be to the Highest above them...

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Sing Lord My God I WILL RAISE MY HANDS IN PRAISE; Chant I SHALL CRY OUT YOUR HOLY NAME Praise I AM LOVE YOU ABBA (Father) Glory, holy PRAISE YOU ADONAI Mercies EL ELYON The God most high Sing--I WILL RAISE MY HANDS TO THE SKIES HALLELUJAH Shout--The Lord of peace the Lord is here(there) Reach out--My God, My God...

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I'm writing this down because I don't know how to express my feelings or emotions I feel so much that I get lost in emotional adventures of anguish, sometimes of ones with angels I am writing this down not to move on because the feelings and emotions remain in a place beyond time, accessible through the heart,...

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No one ever had a more devoted super patron. He marveled at every painting and poem I thought up. He cheered at each of my gaudy crazy color choices, He toasted all my thoughts with a golden glass tribute cup. He wanted to buy all, the first time I had a white arts and crafts carnival tent. I was against...

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(Fact) I am not a Queen but we do shared the same birthday. She's the greatest role model ever existed to me She's is the person I would look up to more than my parents. She would be the type of person that would teach females how to act like a lady not a wild lady Great upbringing, great...

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Mom and Dad's wedding picture frames a glass-covered black and white frozen moment with warm smiles for invisible cameras. He in his WWII uniform of a first class private Republican with recent patriotic death technology experience. She in a white satin dress, veil innocently pulled back, rosy, more democratic, cheeks even black and white monotheism cannot fully suppress. And, I am in there too, on their first day of...

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You are just you are The love of my heart. It's just me,I just love Now with just that. Can not live in, Away from you, Now also a moment. It is from you only from you, Is my world. I do not have any more anymore Than you to today. You are only one to be More special than me. You are just you are The love of...

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Zero chills Poping pills Month 9 panctured belly Baby never made it Mama still shaking booty Thursday reaggae Still lit she feel Someone call Dr dolittle I got a litre of baby bloody juice Lit mamma,s litter Littered by the lit mama Little she knows Pappy needs answers The child of destiny Denied to rise God,s messager Decided to pull a driveby Cold dead flashed...

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Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can't we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself? We can have in thought. Then it will go hard if we can't in practice. Our lives...

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kata-kata yang tajam bisa menjadi pedang penikam untuk menghancurkan keburukan dan menggiring pada kebaikan Jogjakarta, 30 April 2016...

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The flying hills and its tinted gold Its pyramids and the blinking moulds Beautiful the night, a city behold New dawn it was at Bur Dubai The city that never boasts of mountain Infertile the land unfriendly the grains Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum Muhammed, the son to raise the tune At the sea end stands nations inertia In father’s desires, Maktoum...

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I got slower in my travels The sadder the sights that meet my eyes A reflection on the train windows Cities in decay, streets overcome with tears It cant move fast enough for me I feel the dirt of the city cling to my face Just sinking in the quicksand Hold up my hand for one last chance to be found up another...

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Poems, prose and roses Poets hate politicians Poets prefer poking pens at people P-words, power and paupers Poets love writing about love Tears, the sky and meadows Poets are prostitutes They are sex vendors They expose their naked thoughts To the world They talk dirt without apology And care less about anyone's emotions Poets are short-tempered like a mini skirt Like a G-string, there's a thin line between...

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