"siti" poems
I running.
Running away from FEAR.
I dare not face it because no one is with me expect my foe.
I running.
Running AGAIN.
Later, I meet my friend.
But they cannot help me because they never feel what I feel it.
I running.
Running and I MEET someone.
I cannot remember him I do not know him.
But to me, I feel safe because he is gonna fought with me. And he won't throw me away. He'll stay by my side until this fear is gone.
I running.
Running toward fear.
I face it togather with him.
Now.. I'm fine because I meet that person and I becoming more brave right now.
By Siti Asmida
24 Sept. 2019
Self Important: FEAR
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
H. E. A. R. T.
Hey, did you see this kind of shape.. Its just like heart shape. But its not heart. I think(?)
I need them and need to lock it somewhere else. That thing can no longer be stored in a safe place. It needs to be throw it away. Because it can't be fixed. It's broken. I tried tying it up, sticking it with glue and stapler and I sew it too. But it still crumbled. Shattered. And it has been fragile since the beginning.
I know what I'm doing. So its okay to throw it away. Because I don't need it anymore.
Bye, My HEART. I'm sorry.
By Siti Asmida
8 Sep. 2019
Self Important: HEART.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
September 23 is for Harmony
Yippee
23 plus 5 equals 28
The birthday of Allah's Prophet (PBUH), a most memorable date
2 plus 3 equals 5
days later, God hollers, Eid Milad Saeed, we're live
Your birthday starting last night
with a full moon shining bright
I waved happy birthday with a schoolgirl's sincerity
and you said back, A rainbow lunar halo, for some a symbol of harmony
To the most honest man, the most trustworthy human
Messenger Muhammad's full of Iman and taqwa, alive with stocks boomin
A fighter against injustice, oppression, colonialism, imperialism, racism, sexism, any ill we name
As Musa said, Somebody has to explain that paper money is the key threat in this game
The Final Chosen One went low to get he and others high
Talking God's words, speaking truth respectfully to help call girls get shy
On 23, God said, Enter the world a bright smile Harmony
On 28, Here comes good people to celebrate, a beautiful bumble bee
A most lovely man, we shout for, Yay, she saying, Cheese
His humble reply, Thank you. No, please
Insisting we give thanks and show gratitude to the one who birthed The Prophet, Amina
and to the ONE who created him and his daughter al-Zahra, Fatima
God's dutiful servant urging us, More eggs in the basket for the akhirah and less in the basket for the dunya
She too would say, your Siti Haneefah
We're here today, September 28th already and tomorrow will soon be gone, no more a life
An exuberant cheer, We love you dearest Prophet and your most beloved and favored wife
For Ahmad, Hamid, Mahmud, the focus, the VIP today
From a grateful student and from a thoughtful Auntie, this poem is for The #1 Muhammad and Harmony K
By: Najwa Kareem
Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 7:19 PM UTC
TEARS. Things that always happen to others including me.
Every one can cry, I too can cry. But when my tears dry. I can only make out the sound and no more tears.
Cry can make you stress. No! Cry can make you feel better. Witch one is true? The answer is, "everybody has different opinions," yes. It seems so.
Alraight! We just have to CRY! CRY untill the tears DRY!!
By Siti Asmida
8 Sep. 2019
Self Important: Tears.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC