"mohamad" poems
Trump is more justice than Mohamad
Trump took money from Arab nations
Because they had money they don't deserve
He hated Muslims and released his shout
Islam is responsible for any killing occurred
Mosques is the cells for terrorist
Mohamad is the prophet of Islam
Mohamad old nation hated the new religion Islam
As it equalized between the slaves and Masters
It equalized between black and colors people
When one of Mohamad' friends swore another one
The first was white one
Another was black one
He swore with the son of the black
Mohamad got angry and talked
He told that one to apologize
The man turned and put his cheek
Under the another foot and swore
He would not get up until he put his foot over his cheek
They got up, hung and cried
Mohamad invited to new religion
His nation hated him
They put a plot
They had gathered and waited
Mohamad was known as the faith and the honest
His enemies of his nations put the valuable things to Mohamad
They put a plot to **** him
They planned and they decided
There is another power who planned
God told him and cared
In spite of taking the valuable things as requital and revenge
He ordered his cousin to sleep at his bed
As a sort of deceive and to have time to get
Out
They were forty of most trained knights
Carrying strong swords
God put sleep over them
Mohamad crossed between them
They invited all Arabs to **** them
When Badr battle occurred
His enemies were strong
They were also a lot
One their leaders said
We will go as a trip
Sing, dance, eat meat
Then defeat Mohamad
If Arab nations heard that
They fear of us
The winds blew against the desire
They were defeated
After the battle finished
Mohamad had kind heart
Who had money payed for his freedom to be happened
Who had not
He learnt ten of Muslim how to read and write
At this battle one of his friends
Had his sword been pieced
He went to the prophet
Telling him that he had any sword
Mohamad had no sword except his sword
He took a branch of tree lied
He gave it with his bless
The man took without wonder or amaze
He shocked the branch at air in strong
The branch became a strong sword
He still used it
Till his dead
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
One of Arab's men entered Makkah
He lent one of the honors some money
When he asked him to return it, he got angry
He went to masters to get his money
The masters wanted to laugh at a way
They wanted to make Mohamad in that problem
They told the man the only one who could gain
And return your money without any pain
Was that man called the faith
The man got hopeful and went to the prophet
Mohamad went with him without any late
The masters of Makkah wanted to mock and make jocks
They expected that proud would learn Mohamad great talks
He might quarrel with him and get punished
The proud man hated Mohamad and paid his efforts
He paid also money to stop the increase of the religion
He hated Mohamad of all his body, heart and limbs
When the Arab man knocked the door of the proud man
The proud opened and saw the man
He saw Mohamad stood at the vision
Without a word he entered and returned with the money
All men astonished and got angry
They asked after mohamad and the man had gone
He answered," when I opened
I found Mohamad and behind him great wild
If I was late, he would open his mouth and eat without wait
Mohamad was guarded
By the only power all over the world
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
Broken dreams
And shattered hopes
I walk all alone
Along these slopes
It's a bumpy ride
Full of twists and turns
A road called life
You live and learn
To love and to hate
To give and forgive
To fall and rise back
To be free and to be captive
Some rules maybe followed
Some better be broken
To choose to be silent
Or to have spoken
To be a shining bright star
Or burn like the sun
To be calm like the moon
Or choose to be none
Be a crashing wave of the oceans
Or a ruthless storm
Be gentle like the river
Or be the fire, comforting and warm
Or be the fire that can burn
Everything around
Or the fire that burns
And illuminates its surrounds
Be the guiding light
And learn to be the leader
Or be the darkness of the night
Or you can be the dreamer
So I walk all alone
On this road called life
My dreams in my pocket
And tired sleepy eyes
I need to rest
Can't do it anymore
What's wrong, what's right
So much to explore
It's a long way ahead
This journey full of struggles
And heartbreaks and sorrows
A whole lot of troubles
But how do we endure this
Keep going on
What gives us the strength
To continue all along
I ask myself every day and night
To find answers that I need to know
Maybe this need is the reason why
We choose to fight and choose to grow
S. Mohamad
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
ummmmmmmm he has battled so many times
ummmmmmmm his religion and titles and illness
ummmmmmm he was the greatest fighter that ever lived
ummmmmmm in more ways than one
ummmmmmm he used the catch phrase float like a butterfly sting like a bee
ummmmmmm he lit the atlanta olympic flame when he was
ummmmmmm let's just say he was a fighter
ummmmmm he is holding the fight in the heavens
ummmmmmm it surely took a long time for his illness to defeat him
ummmmmm he will be given a nice new boxing ring in the clouds
ummmmmm so his next earth body can perform the same miracles
ummmmmm yeah he has parkinsons but he didn’t let it defeat him
ummmmmmm he might be dead but not defeated
ummmmmmm he might be dead but not defeated
ummmmmmmm ummmmmmmm ummmmmmm
RIP cassius marcekkus clay RIP MOHAMAD ALI
ummmmmmm i hope you defeat many people in the afterlife
so your next earth body can live on ummmmmmm ummmmmmm ummmmmm
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
He was not sending
He did not know even he was the messenger
He went to that cave
Called "herraa" cave
To be away of the world
To look after the natural world
To discover if the world was created
By only power and God
His nation worshipped statues
360 statues with days of moon year
To approach them to the only God
The true is when one increases his faults
He searches away from his God
Trying to get a way and method
To get his God forgiven his worst
He forgot that his God accepted one
Who discovered that he did a wrong
Mohamad sent a lone
To see the outer of the world
And to hear the inner sound
Until a great creature appeared
He made a strong hung
Mohamd felt his chest was collapsed
Telling "read"
Mohamd said," I can't"
Mohamad was illiterate
The creatures hung him again
The sweat ascended as rain
Telling him read
Mohamad said," I can't read"
In the meaning of the talk
The creatures did again
Saying," read ,
Read with the name of the God
Who learnt with the pen"
As the Al arak surat said
Mohamd went with great shock
Saying," cover me, hung me
Warm me"
His lovely and honest wife met
With great mercy and kind
Telling you God will not let you down
To be continued
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
he loves me
comes fro dark day
when people worshape stunts
they worshape thier kings
and the global is dark
the waves asks God
to ovecome that blank
he came with every good
if you have justice
read his history
with just with balance
of mind and heart
you will say one word
that is the man for evey time
that comes to get rid every hurt
your heart will pump
that is the kindest
mohamad
is the prophet
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
The prophet was crying
The leader angel was ordered to ascend
He asked," your God asked you
Why do you cry?"
(The God knew why did he do!)
Mohamad said," my nation, my nation"
Do you know?
Mohamad feared on his nation
He said," my example between me and you
As the man made a fire
And the flies fly around
They wanted to get into
The prophet tried to prevent
But they escaped
They fell into
So he cried
The God answered,"
In the meaning of the talk
We will not humiliate
You at your want"
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
They gathered at the sitting home
They searched how to get rid of this problem
Mohamad came with new religion
Mogul of his nation hated him
They said he differed between man and his wife
Between father and his love
His son who was grown to be his prop
He differed between the master and his slave
He put their shoulder in equal way
He destroyed the worship of status
Which was great trade at hajj season
They sold the gods of several names
For several ways and calls
Mohamad destroyed these gains
One said we must get him away
The Satan was there
He appeared on the face of the old
He laughed and said
"if you get him away
He will attract them by his sweet talk"
Another said," we must prison at wide prison"
The old said,''
He would make magic and attract them
He might get out
And make force to attack them
They looked with amazing
They said, "tell us our lord
How could we stop him?"
He said as an experiment,"
I see
Take from every tribe a strong one
These men will be forty men
With their strong swords
Waiting him till when he got out
To pray to his God for sun rise
And **** him as one man"
The masters thanked him
Saying," that is a good idea"
His God had another opinion
He told his prophet
Mohamad was known with the honest
And the trust
The masters put their important things
To him
To maintain these, until they demands
He told his cousin
Who was so youth
To sleep on his bed
To mock them
And to return their probity
When they looked at the hole of the door
They saw someone slept there
They thought that he was Mohamad
Before the sun rise' time
The God put the sleep over them
They slept in spite of their wake
Of their high rank emotion
After long time
As the sleeper did not get up
In spite of nearing pray, that was besmeared
After one passed by them
Asking, "whom do you wait?"
They answered at one sound
"Mohamad"
He said he passed by them
He put sands over their heads
They did not believe, they put their hands
Over theirs
They found it is not fault
They entered the home
By force
They entered the home
Without any permit
They found his cousin there
They asked with anger
"where is Mohamad?"
He loved and said,"
God protect!"
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC