"fatima" poems
Fatima Latima
I had wished I had no gift of sight
That the worst I could endure is hear you speak
And not snapshot the footfall of your gradation
You may not be a thief
Nor **** daughter of the dayspring
But definitely my heart you stole
I speak of the daughter of Arabia
Aesthetically, she rocks
The queen of the pilgrim sands
And aeonian desert stones
Beyond the hijab
Artistically knead with consummate craft
Like the relics of Mecca
Blest by the prophet’s bones
The blessed
I see torches
Beaming with intelligence
Within those mascaras
Exquisitely trimmed and vibrant
A lulu class botany
She fixes a searching gaze
As she saunters close
And the stride and tread
Beats a drum entrancing
Soothed in her solacing spell
I give in, to her lullaby
She halts her perambulation
Stands magniloquent and stupefy
Like some pop diva magazine pose
Or Victorian secret shot
A tactical derangement of her gluteals
As she rests her palm in its cleft
I feel contractions, my dartos muscles
The blew of summertime
Gently beats her exceptional form
Her belt submerge her thigh crevice
Cleft by the sundered rift of fleshy fat
Built by the dainties and delicacies
Seasoned by the finest Arabian chef
As her silken dress slithers and gowns
Under the breeze bulging and blooming
Like a rose blossom or sunflower fore
As she bends down
To assuage the burlesque
The sun specula lilts her sensational
Her smile apologetic bids me stillness
I am caught staring
Guzzling down her scent and
Feasting on empty imaginations
Of What If that accentuate the mind and
Speed a hormone
And I pray I sin no more
Next time we meet and I see her again
For I am but a writer
Learning to use my pen and paper
And hope you but forgive
My linguistic impotence
When I make my confession
Employing too plain a language
When I say thus;
Her smile is classical
Her walk magical
Her beauty celestial
Her stride sensational
Her religion ethical
Her character spotless
And that leaves me breathless
And forgive if I step on broken toe
And try speak of the unspoken
Her ****** is sacred
Her being a type that dresses up
In the milliards of brutes dressing down
And shamelessly style it fashion
I must see a priest
One confession I ought to utter
And even vociferate abroad
For once I had fallen in love
With an Arabian Beautie
A ****** of Mecca.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 9:12 AM UTC
Eid Mubarik to you my Fatima Gul
my angel, my forever most beautiful
you’re the sweetest, the love of my life
my world enchanted with the joy that’s rife
all the words won’t ever suffice
for i may not ever be able to describe
of how wishful life became for me
to live with you, a perpetual love spree
I sit here blushing and maybe shy
I, with even that mere thought, fly
thinking i’ll narate what i always want to
on every special eid when i’ll wish you
can’t wait for our eids together
as if surrounded by your feathers
and all my worries scatter and smother
with your love and care I’m covered
when i say that know that it’s true
it’s because of you and only you
it’s only for you that i make it through
and it is for a forever I promise to do
By the magic of the stars above you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I do and I always will
for there’s nothing for me
that is above you
3rd May, 2022
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 1:59 PM UTC
Dear Sabah,
For the past forty-four days I have been waking up at dawn so I can reap sunlight the way an old peasant in a jasmine farm does.
My brother said he might have seen sunflowers but he never saw suns flowering; “the sunlight you reaped is useless” he said “why are you collecting it?"
My grandfather collects stamps, my mother collects china sets, my father collects rare books, my uncle collects money, and my grandmother collected hearts. “Because I want to be like Teta”, I answered him.
Dear Sabah,
I have been waking up at dawn, and I can assure you that they lied about dew being playful.
Dew doesn’t slide on a rose petal the way a child does in the park.
Dew sits still in an ungenuine grace the way an aristocratic woman does in a third cousin wedding; Dew is my aunt Fatima in her brother’s wedding.
However, they didn’t lie about how early birds get the worm..
This morning, I saw a bird eating two worms, and the eldest of my cousins cutting off his brothers’ allowances right after taking over his father’s company.
Dear Sabah,
I read in The Little Prince that people like watching sunsets when they are sad; that he watched the sunset forty-four times in one day when he had a fight with his rose.
So for the past forty-four days I have been waking up at dawn and morphing my notebook into a camera lens.
I now have 44 synonyms for your name, and each evening, I read the scribbles of morning I managed to pluck: fresh, fragile, blue and pink hues, childlike, clean grass, birds chipping, family…
Dear Sabah,
This morning, when my uncle told us how his son is now running his company, my 11 year old brother asked me if our family is a monarchy. “No, Hady” I said, “our family is an Arctic morning; for six months straight it is a cold dark environment, and for the other six, the sun doesn’t set.”
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
We set out to honor Mary
traveling the pilgrim's path from west to east
We walked, we rode the bus
entertained and enchanted by Cristina
applauding Ramon along the way.
Each day was one of prayer and song, sunshine and fellowship
rosaries and novena
we submitted petitions to Santiago
we laughed with San Serapio
From the grand and magnificent cathedrals
to the humblest village chapel
we grew in faith, hearing God's word in many languages.
We marveled at the dedication and stamina of the pilgrims
making their way on foot and bicycle
at the warmth, generosity, and hospitality
they receive along the way
We picknicked alongside mountain streams
enjoying good food, good wine,and good friendship
we walked down the hillsides in the hot sunshine
passing the pilgrims going the opposite way
we quenched our thirst in a quaint and rustic village tavern.
Ramon drove with skill up the mountains to Garabandal
a remote village suspended in time and beauty
there on the mountain top we sat among the pines
where Mary had appeared.
We sat in silence, in awe and reverence
the only sounds, the whisper of the breeze and the cowbells on the hillside
We prayed the rosary
It was, for most of us, a most special memory
From our bus we looked out at the mountains
the green and rolling farmland
at the rocky Atlantic coast
at the rios and the rias.
We walked in procession at Fatima and Lourdes
by candlelight and moonlight
and again in the brilliant sunshine
The voices and the church bells
carried across the plazas
enveloping us in joy and prayer and mysticism
It was at the grotto at Lourdes
with my hands pressed on the rocky cave wall
with the holy water on my hands
that I felt Mary's presence
Mary, my mother, my sister, my friend
AVE MARIA
September, 2008
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
I saw a sticker on a car coming home from work this afternoon.
One of those "international ovals" that used to indicate a foreign country
like France, Switzerland or, if you believe the TV commercials,
Detroit.
Now they stand for everything from the local swim team
to the driver's favorite species of dog
although pinning it on the driver might be unfair
probably better to say the owner.
The sticker I saw today, and it was a sticker not a magnet,
it was stuck on the window,
was OLF and it made me miss mom more than yesterday,
Mother's Day, did.
OLF stands for Our Lady of Fatima, the local Catholic Church
and it was adorning an SUV of appropriate size and sticker price for these parts.
Mom always called Fatima, Saint Olaf's because everyone around here calls it OLF
so it wasn't her fault.
Every time I, or my wife, politely corrected her she'd reply,
"I know" and then promptly call it Olaf's ten minutes later.
So today waiting for the green light on the way home
a little sadness as St. Olaf's SUV reminded me of mom.
and
I laughed.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
Diamante falso y fingido,
Engastado en pedernal, &c.;
"False diamond set in flint! the caverns of the mine
Are warmer than the breast that holds that faithless heart of thine;
Thou art fickle as the sea, thou art wandering as the wind,
And the restless ever-mounting flame is not more hard to bind.
If the tears I shed were tongues, yet all too few would be
To tell of all the treachery that thou hast shown to me.
Oh! I could chide thee sharply--but every maiden knows
That she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes.
"Thou hast called me oft the flower of all Grenada's maids,
Thou hast said that by the side of me the first and fairest fades;
And they thought thy heart was mine, and it seemed to every one
That what thou didst to win my love, from love of me was done.
Alas! if they but knew thee, as mine it is to know,
They well might see another mark to which thine arrows go;
But thou giv'st me little heed--for I speak to one who knows
That she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes.
"It wearies me, mine enemy, that I must weep and bear
What fills thy heart with triumph, and fills my own with care.
Thou art leagued with those that hate me, and ah! thou know'st I feel
That cruel words as surely **** as sharpest blades of steel.
'Twas the doubt that thou wert false that wrung my heart with pain;
But, now I know thy perfidy, I shall be well again.
I would proclaim thee as thou art--but every maiden knows
That she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes."
Thus Fatima complained to the valiant Raduan,
Where underneath the myrtles Alhambra's fountains ran:
The Moor was inly moved, and blameless as he was,
He took her white hand in his own, and pleaded thus his cause.
"Oh, lady, dry those star-like eyes--their dimness does me wrong;
If my heart be made of flint, at least 'twill keep thy image long;
Thou hast uttered cruel words--but I grieve the less for those,
Since she who chides her lover, forgives him ere he goes."
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My dear and beloved Valentine!
there’s so much for me to define
the words aren’t much to be in line
even with all these pens combine
there’s still too much left underlying
in my heart of what you mean to me
and how we’re so intertwined
of all the blessings, you are my greatest
of all the hopes, you’re my highest
of all the wishes , you’re my biggest
of all the melodies ,you’re my harmonious
of all the strengths, you’re my strongest
of all the harmonies, your laugh is my sweetest
of all the that shine, your eyes are the shiniest
of all the gifts bestowed on me
there can’t be any, more heavenly
what you’re to me, is the moon to the sea
like the waves it pulls, you pull my heart strings
as this sun lights up the universe
is just a fraction to the life so luminous
this life i never thought could ever become
too beautiful and even more in time to come
my most beautiful and amazing Fatima Gul
with you my life is so full
full of life and happiness
it’s like I’m living a dream
a dream i dared dreaming all my life
but here you are and here are we
you sure are my undeniable miracle
I love you more than anything
with a love that’s never ending
with all my heart and all my soul
I love you and you make me whole
Happy valentines to my valentine
I love you 💞💞💞💞💞
Feb 14th, 2022
Valentines Day 🥰💞
~me
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 1:53 PM UTC
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!
O sun, that from thy noonday height
Shudderest when I strain my sight,
Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light,
Lo, falling from my constant mind,
Lo, parch'd and wither'd, deaf and blind,
I whirl like leaves in roaring wind.
Last night I wasted hateful hours
Below the city's eastern towers:
I thirsted for the brooks, the showers:
I roll'd among the tender flowers:
I crush'd them on my breast, my mouth;
I look'd athwart the burning drouth
Of that long desert to the south.
Last night, when some one spoke his name,
From my swift blood that went and came
A thousand little shafts of flame
Were shiver'd in my narrow frame.
O Love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul thro'
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Before he mounts the hill, I know
He cometh quickly: from below
Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow
Before him, striking on my brow.
In my dry brain my spirit soon,
Down-deepening from swoon to swoon,
Faints like a daled morning moon.
The wind sounds like a silver wire,
And from beyond the noon a fire
Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher
The skies stoop down in their desire;
And, isled in sudden seas of light,
My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,
Bursts into blossom in his sight.
My whole soul waiting silently,
All naked in a sultry sky,
Droops blinded with his shining eye:
I will possess him or will die.
I will grow round him in his place,
Grow, live, die looking on his face,
Die, dying clasp'd in his embrace.
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It’s the seventeenth of July
Another year passed by
As I am writing this today
I gaze up with my eye
there i see a beautiful sight
starlight gleaming, clouds flying high
among them shines my moon in the sky
it’s then when I drown in a dream
suddenly, by the breeze’s lullaby
I startle when I see the moon up high
startled for the moon were you my Gul
among all the stars you folded around
you shone the brightest, most beautiful
It’s the seventeenth of July
This year that passed by
is the best i’ve ever lived by
and the dream I saw in the reality of stars
is the life I’m living amidst all them dreams
This year that passed, it felt like a dream
for never did i ever imagine of finding my love
but now i have you and I’ll do better than try
to protect you always, Yes I’ll do it or die
You are my Gul, my most beautiful
with you in my life, my garden is full
your beauty my Fatima Gul is irrefutable
i’ve fallen for you for countless times
that what cannot be described in lines
since my love, you stepped into my life
I’m captured, captivated, mesmerized alive
I want you like the soil needs the rain
I want you like the stars want to shine
I want you like the rain wants to pour
I want you like the sun wants to warm
I want you to the millionth degree of infinity
I want you Always and forever
for we’re destined together
I’m yours alone with all that I am
with all the love instilled in me
I’m yours my love till eternity
you are my home and in you i reside
I entrust myself to you, in you in confide
My love I’m blessed by your existence
for every moment we spent together
for all the beautiful moments to live ahead
for all the memories we have and we’ll make
I’m happiest that I have you my love
I love you I love you I love you my Fatima Gul
I wish i could embrace you in my arms
I wish I could be with you today
Happiest birthday to you the love of my life
I love you till the millionth degree of eternity 💞
17th of July 2022
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 2:02 PM UTC
Tak tahu mengapa tiba-tiba Fatima terjatuh. Orang-orang pikir dia tertidur. Mereka mencoba membangunkan, namun sia-sia. Disentuh dengan hati-hati, tak juga berhasil.
Fatima dengan sepasang burka berkeliling di dunia ide. Mimpi-mimpi yang awalnya ilusi, kini nyata. Dia menari-nari diatas kesedihannya. Fatima mondar mandir mencari-cari sepasang burkanya. Burkanya yang satu dipasangkan di kepala pak Kucing.
Pak Kucing adalah teman yang baik. Artinya dia menemani Fatima dalam ide dan materi. Pak Kucing berkata bahwa Fatima adalah gadis yang cantik. Fatima terharu mendengarnya, tetes-tetes air matanya jatuh membasahi burkanya.
Pak Kucing menghibur, dengan membacakan teka-tekinya;
"Tiba-tiba, orang-orang merasa sia-sia berhati-hati. Mimpi-mimpi kini menari-nari, mondar-mandir mencari-cari tetes-tetes teka-tekinya"
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Life is about taking breaths
But the most important times
Are when it is taken away
And all that haunts a displaced child
Is when their breath was lost then found again
From the moment a 3 minute warning is given
Where does one evacuate to
When already in a shelter
As bombs blast
And shots echoe in the near distance
When the ground shakes in pain
There is no time to think
No time to act as shrapnel came flying
To pierce their skin
And homes collapsed
Walls caved in
Only to harden their resolve
All out of tears
They no longer fall
When they get used to the pain
They recite the martyred like a grocery list
Mum
Dad
Brothers
Sisters
Aunties
Cousins
Uncles
Friends
But the souls of lost ones are trapped in little hearts
Caged in past dreams
Where Fatima still comes to play with Aisha in the courtyard
Even with her head twisted off by the guards
Tariq and Abdul play marbles with charred fingers
Maha clings onto yesterdays that can never be the same
Where her father's farm was ripe
And days were spent out in the field
A child sees a child does
So they accept they were born to die
And pick up a stone to fight
At least they must try to protect themselves
Even animals reserve that right
It's instinct
Basic defensive nature and survival needs
Yet the world condemns them
Serpents that bare snakes
They are terrorists in the making
As curses cry out from anger and hatred
A crime to be born in the middle east
The gates and borders of surrounding countries
Closed for their emergency
Where the only place to go is through the doors of heaven
Which are wide open
And in this case is it cruel of me to say
Maybe it is a better option
Than to live and die a thousand times over
Mentally disturbed
Overwhelmed with distrust
All that will be left are robots
That have nothing to lose
Time that should be spent in school
Is a time that will never come back
And everyday is a chance lost
Scars that will never be overcome
Eyes that have seen too much
These angels don't belong here
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
When the trust is broken,
And the words are just spoken:
You never give your ears on them;
It never gains the grip which's already loosen.
The words become the unknown,
It never reaches your heart again:
The thing no one can understand;
The words are just not a word-
It belongs to the epic story,
Which has the connection in past glory!
But people just smashed the bygone memory; Making their present to forget the trust's worry.
Composed by Urooba Fatima.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
Like the sun you rise
and brighten my life
Like a moon you pull
the waves of my soul
And the moon smiled
And the sun twinkled
but both were jealous
of your stardust soul
Like the sun is to moon
You are to me my Gul
With your glamor I Shine
Without you I'm dull
With you my Fatima Gul
My existence is meaningful
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
My Love, My Life !
for you I thrive
in this world that makes
living too hard to strive
my deliverance is your love
in that I dive
with all my sorrows
I left them up hive
with your love I’m empowered
to take on anything life brings
it makes my feel stronger
and with it I revive
you are my superhero
I looked all along my life
and now you’re here
and i cannot describe
how lucky i feel
and how blessed is my life
I love you meri Fatima Gul
and you’ll be my wife 💞
Jan 6th, 2022
10:34pm
~me
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC
For meri Fatima Gul 💞
The world was alot
and i was alone
until you came
and took me along
you made me a king
you make me feel strong
I pray for you my queen
every night long
I was not much
But I was all I have
Now I have you
Best I will ever have
You care so much
You love so deep
It was your touch
that shook my soul
and brought me
to the truest love
and the purest one
Words won't ever suffice
For what you mean to me
In you I found
the real definitions
of peace, of love
of life, of purity
in you my Gul
I see everything
that's beautiful
You're the home
to my wandering soul
you're the echo
to those callings
of mine that
I yearned to hear
You're the poem
my hands longed
to write down
You the dream
I always wanted to live
You're everything
that my soul
could ever wish for
I love you
with all my heart
and all my soul
and all the love
and all my life
meri Fatima Gul
You're beautiful
~Your Muhammad Ali
Aug 19,2021
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 12:40 AM UTC
Lady, they tell me not to see your face. Tell me
if I was not meant to see you, why does your smile
ride on the wind? Why would your laughter shine
in the pink flowers that creep along the front walk?
They find you in the grottoes of Lourdes, on the hills
of Fatima, and burned into the hallowed grilled cheese of Hollywood, Florida
but balk when I find you in the whisper of rain. They blanche
when I find you in the first heady sip of coffee at midnight.
Most holy event, where you show your visage in faded lights
to little Lucia or Bernadette – tell me, when did you lose
your ghostly form? Were you tired of the heavy robes
they dressed you in? Were you tired of the name Maria?
Were you happier as Arianrhod or Demeter, Sigyn or Xiwang Mu?
Do you wish we had never named you?
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
for my Fatima Gul
I was passing days ordinary as myself
Until your appearance extraordinary as yourself
I never found someone so relatable to my life
Like a mirror you reflected so clearly
All what's been going on in my life
Just as we talked about everything
We came closer with every thought
Even though we talked too little
But with every shared thought
I found you ever closer to my heart
I never thought that any stranger
Can feel so much like home
with all the warmth and joy
that you always have been
Like a light in gloom
My life gets bloomed
With the joy and jokes
You always evoke
You make me feel good
and you make me laugh
I cherish those moments
Tho very little they are
With your beautiful name
You're much more lovelier
I wish for you my Fatima Gul
Everything that is beautiful
With love
~Muhammad Ali
Yours and always yours 💞
July 17,2021
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 12:36 AM UTC
*It's hard to keep going everyday without you...
I miss you, y'know? I miss you...
I miss your smiling eyes that belied your emotionless face
I miss all our long conversations into the deep night
Whether they were absolutely meaningless or serious
Just to lay with you long after I should have been asleep...
Yeah, I miss you...
I miss kissing your forehead everytime we had to say goodbye
I miss the anticipation of seeing you after we'd been away
I miss all of your poetry you carved into my spirit
Barfight
On How to Love a God
If You Talk Enough Sense You'll Lose Your Mind
Nadya and Fatima (Such a great one)
Sun Kissed
Woman Lay With Wolves...
I bet you didn't think I'd know your poems like that...
But you overcame my stubborn heart & I carved you into me
Molded and sewed every stitch of you to me
& I miss how you stole my heart away...
& I miss how I fell in love with your mind long before I fell in love with your body. (What a body it is, too)
I don't know if you'll ever see this letter to you
Part of me doesn't want you to because you'll know
Just how many tears I've shed missing you
& how bitter I am that you were ripped away from me
I miss you, y'know? I miss you...
& even though you're gone away
You left your sparkle in my eyes...*
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
You're a bully
Yet so silly.
In my naked eyes,
You're so pretty.
Your name is gorgeous,
Everytime i remember you,
I got so nervous.
Small
Terrible
Clever
And Irresistible
You're wearing sneakers
And so hot in red.
When you flash a smile,
You're like an angel in disguise.
Having you
Is like lightning candle in the rain
And this heart of mine,
Is raedy for the pain.
Fatima Zahra
In your palace you are the queen.
I may not be your king,
But a slave of yours may be my dream.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
How broken I feel today
tears in my eyes yet
trying my utmost to look okay
I literally break into pieces
when they try to take you away
for you are a part of me
and you too have parts of me
you’re engraved in my soul
why am I feeling this way
like they’re making me unwhole
i wish they knew
what it means to us
i wish they knew
that our life will egress
i wish they knew
to not even try
for life is void
if we aren’t conjoined
this moment is passing
and with clock ticking
I feel a torment i’ve never experienced
with every second I break into pieces
making it harder to breathe and see
it’s hard on you i know this too
my love I wish for us to forever never
experience the likes of this pain ever
never have I ever felt
this helplessness and futility
I want to do allott
but it’s too precious to risk
I wish trial passes and never repeats
for never has my heart ever endured
on this much strength for its beats
my Fatima Gul it’s you and always you
I won’t ever be if I don’t have you
November 1st, 2021
~ me
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 1:47 PM UTC
I myself feel the sensation of the rope,
Which is just pulling from both side:
To get accomplishments with the hope;
People are just involved in the stretching it wide.
Even ignoring the rope pride,
Just deeming it the iota type;
And forcefully snatching uptight!
In the melody to get the triumph height.
I am the witness of the rope strain,
It might not bear that much pulling pain tautly!
It seems to be losing the layers of its skin in the flake gradually:
But, People are enjoyed by seeing with the soul of the- drain.
Composed by Urooba Fatima.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
pray,
that i start existing in my thoughts
along with the rest –
which hides so calmly,
and screams in silence,
that –
which was never meant to exist.
– fatima siraj
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
As if anyone could distinguish
Between the Great &
The near Great.
Which is why I always plant
Rosmarinus officinalis,
In and of the genus Rosmarinus,
If you want to taxonomy out to the runway,
Again.
Whenever I get to this point—
This sacred time to cultivate my garden—
Whenever my soul just can’t,
Couldn't take one more botanical tragedy,
Another senseless loss of green soul matter,
Entrusted to me in a serendipitous plan,
Romero will never disappoint you,
If playing God is your aspiration,
Children to care for, to love,
Nurture and cultivate.
Especially in this high desert,
Where any scarce
Pasture is a Holy Shrine,
Some Fatima,
Or Lourdes.
A Chimayo.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
If in this life, you really do end up searching for hope –
be sure to not look too far, so at least you’ll know it’s within your reach.
– fatima siraj
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
anything you didn’t need,
you left behind.
silly me,
i thought you had taken a part of me with you.
– fatima siraj
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC