Allah Religion Poems

If I were the Antichrist,
I would wait and watch,
When God gets tired of humanity
He would unleash me, his scourge.

I would begin by encouraging 'peace'
After all...

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“Oh people of this temporary world..
May you enjoy the abundance of its trivial offerings..
You have no clue of what I see and yearn for..
And, how...

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POEM: Welcome to Palestine. The land of the prophets and the martyrs. 


Let’s show show some respect, and bow down in humility…
Gaza may be small,...

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Although this miserable place had once seen happier days,
Truly their prayers shall be answered in mysterious ways.
The Lord of the Universe is whom deserves all of...

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God Planted That "Flower and That Garden"! It was called "The Garden Of Eden ! My Mother was planted in "The Garden Of Eden"! The...

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The weight beheld his shoulders slump,
The cries this world on him so dump,
Threats beseige his state that made,
His own lay wait with graveyard spade.

Prayers abound...

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The flowers of hope lay trampled,
Destroyed by a world so cruel,
Mothers, whose eyes sparkled with life,
Now left shattered, a lifeless pawn, 

Hypocrisy is what defines...

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When I just a little girl 
of 5 or 6 or 7,
I asked my mother,
if the Jews and Arabs,
fight in heaven.

She said she thought religions
did...

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In God's time we all go back to Him

And it's only in deep sleep,

that we are able to ascend to Him

So that our souls He...

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I'm blessed to have anamchairde, 

Guiding me with values so pure, 

Islam they live and preach with grace,

In compassion, fairness, they set the pace.

Connected they...

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These weathered hands -
rusted relics
embellished in the
patina of time’s
restless passage

These sinister
metallic arms march
forward, akin to
Third Reich battalions
stomping on
Parisian fabric
with leather boots
hand stitched
in the name of
totalitarian...

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I was a moth,
a drifter,
seeking refuge
in the scorching blaze.

Destiny's jaws dug
deep into my hands
each canine like a nail
hammered into my palms
clasping onto my flesh
before tugging...

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Tinctures of Tuscan red temptation
trickle through all
of the tempestuous rivulets
in Damascus

The scent of
the nonpareil nectar
torments both the
nearby boors and patricians

They quaff the wine and
leave the...

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POEM: 
My yoke shall remain light
like wings of a falcon in flight
but if you remain anchored,
do not sound the dread alarm when
my burden's fangs sink...

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POEM: 
Corking my only apertures shut
I peer through this concave eyelet within
gorging on the salt breeze
the aroma of cabernet grape skins resuscitate
my airways, as I...

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