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You Call Yourself a Poet:
  • So you call yourself a poet And what makes you think That you can flaunt that title? Is it ‘Cos of those Long words Strung-along words Seven-letter words Plucked From your thesaurus?... | 1 Thought
No Better Words:
  • Why do I run from you When you are enough for me There are no better words Than those within thee Why do I turn my back When following you can save me There are no better words Than those... | 1 Thought
29 Days or 29 Nights:
  • Bismillaah. This poem is very 'urban' - I've been told by fellow writers that it's trendy. It's very different from anything I've ever written, but I had a beat in my head while I was tapping the first few lines... | No thoughts
No Turning Leaves:
  • Bismillaah. Just a little poem - reflecting the coming of spring and our array of sisters who are 'springing' into the deen, mashaa`Allaah. If you don't know the popular namebrands mentioned in the poem, you may not 'get it'. ~... | No thoughts
Crippled Yet Free:
  • Crippled Legs confined to a metal frame Free Mental soul swimming in a sea of knowledge Heavenly pursuits fuel her Position in Al-Firdaws move her She sits, unable to stand "I've got it good," she chimes. Pity An emotion unsought... | No thoughts
There is a Little Sweet Shop:
  • This has GOT to be the longest poem I've ever written, mashaa`Allaah - 55 lines! ~ Umm Junayd. There is a Little Sweet Shop There is a little sweet shop It’s always open for business There you’ll find an array... | No thoughts
Life Springs Forth:
  • ** Published in Issue 1 of SISTERS magazine ** Life Springs Forth Give me naseeha*, I'm feeling lost I know what it is But then I'm not sure. After a forest fire, From the depth of ashes, Life springs... | 1 Thought
If Only:
  • ** Cross-posted on UmmJunayd.Info ** If only we could see The grains Slipping Falling With each second If only we could hear The sand Slipping Falling As hours pass If only we could feel Precious time Slipping Falling Through our... | No thoughts
Ramadhaan: 'Tis the Time:
  • ** Cross-posted on UmmJunayd.Info ** Ramadhaan: 'Tis the time Of suppressing desires Tightening loose ends – that which moves hearts, causes love, hate or fear. To express words of love and gratitude to kin. Ramadhaan: 'Tis the time Of going... | 1 Thought
Can't Hold Me:
  • I've been told that this poem is like a riddle. Let's see if you can guess who the 'you' is. | 2 Thoughts