"maher" poems
There’s got to be more to life
There has to be something beyond waking up every morning frustrated and angry
Angry at your husband for not cleaning up a drink that your child spilled and leaving it for you to clean up
There’s got to be more to life
More than just laundry, dishes, sweeping, and mopping
I dreamed of growing up to be a wife and a mom, yes but I was appreciated for it in my dreams
In reality, I’m never thanked
There’s got to be more to life
Or my gravestone will read,
“Here lies Sarah Maher. She hated her life.”
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
winding down into the silence of
pure bull-shittin decay
the world's words!
our community!
baby talk!
the bill maher show!
fox news!
(you and me?)
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 3:47 PM UTC
it had to be Him stopping me,
because what kind of coincidence would it be
that as I press down and wait for my blood to surface,
"Your Grace Is Enough" by Matt Maher starts to play?
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Zain, a rain on a plane colored beautiful.
Zain, a big window pane with a shade mutable.
Zain painted beautiful.
Caring, he's multihuetiful.
A half a dash of cocoa.
A quarter dash of vanilla.
A quarter dash of pumpkin spice.
Zain, his Mom has said is nice.
He's moving on a fast train traveling down a bright, shining lane.
Maybe, once baby Zain will be the next Zain Bhikha or the next Maher Zain.
Helter Skelter, God sees these three as all playing together at the same Aqiqah.
Zain grown of sugar cane, black, white, and beige.
A trio equally plentiful.
Zain is The Multihuetiful.
By: Najwa Kareem
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC