"surah" poems - Hello Poetry

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful. ************************************ **************** 1. When the heaven is cleft asunder. 2. And when the stars have fallen and scattered; 3. And when the seas are burst forth; 4. And when the graves are turned upside down (and they bring out their contents) 5. (Then) a person will know what he has sent forward and (what he has) left behind (of good or bad deeds) . 6. O man! What has made you careless concerning your Lord, the Most Generous? 7. Who created you, fashioned you perfectly, and gave you due proportion; 8. In whatever form He willed, He put you together. 9. Nay! But you deny the Recompense (reward for good deeds and punishment for evil deeds) . 10. But verily, over you (are appointed angels in charge of mankind) to watch you, 11. Kiraman (honourable) Katibin writing down (your deeds) , 12. They know all that you do. 13. Verily, the Abrar (pious and righteous) will be in delight (Paradise): 14. And verily, the Fujjar (the wicked, disbelievers, sinners and evil-doers) will be in the blazing Fire (Hell) , 15. In which they will enter, and taste its burning flame on the Day of Recompense, 16. And they (Al-Fujjar) will not be absent therefrom (i.e. will not go out from the Hell) . 17. And what will make you know what the Day of Recompense is? 18. Again, what will make you know what the Day of Recompense is? 19. (It will be) the Day when no person shall have power (to do) anything for another, and the Decision, that Day, will be (wholly) with Allah.

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Dec 25, 2015

Dec 25, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC

mdasadullah

- Quran 82. Surah Al-Infitaar (The Cleaving) -

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful. ************************************ **************** 1. When the heaven is cleft asunder. 2. And when the stars have fallen and scattered; 3. And when the seas are burst forth; 4. And when the graves are turned upside down (and they bring out their contents) 5. (Then) a person will know what he has sent forward and (what he has) left behind (of good or bad deeds) . 6. O man! What has made you careless concerning your Lord, the Most Generous? 7. Who created you, fashioned you perfectly, and gave you due proportion; 8. In whatever form He willed, He put you together. 9. Nay! But you deny the Recompense (reward for good deeds and punishment for evil deeds) . 10. But verily, over you (are appointed angels in charge of mankind) to watch you, 11. Kiraman (honourable) Katibin writing down (your deeds) , 12. They know all that you do. 13. Verily, the Abrar (pious and righteous) will be in delight (Paradise): 14. And verily, the Fujjar (the wicked, disbelievers, sinners and evil-doers) will be in the blazing Fire (Hell) , 15. In which they will enter, and taste its burning flame on the Day of Recompense, 16. And they (Al-Fujjar) will not be absent therefrom (i.e. will not go out from the Hell) . 17. And what will make you know what the Day of Recompense is? 18. Again, what will make you know what the Day of Recompense is? 19. (It will be) the Day when no person shall have power (to do) anything for another, and the Decision, that Day, will be (wholly) with Allah.

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'Beautiful stalagmites and stalactites!' 'Clayton, this cave has breath!' Do you feel the air?' 'The air movements are strong and prevent our death, But they can extinguish the lamp.' To lead the way, he unrolled many feet Of rope to mark their exit in case of being disoriented in this huge 'suite'. They named the other one Queen's Chamber, because it was small. It was a dim room, twenty feet high having a nice circular white wall. After an amount of stooping, crawling, scooting, and squirming, while Passing through damp trail ways over pits and breakdowns of the aisle, Through tight keyholes, they reached a lake of water. Then, they have Transported wood, to build a boat, and to explore the other part of the cave. On the other side of the lake, they saw a room looking like a stone quarry. After that, they recognized the finished stone house in its greatest glory. They saw that the refreshments were served, consisting of tea, coffee, And dressing, but the people weren't inside, yet. Surah took a toffee And two of the numerous huge lamps hanging on the right cave's wall. They heard a strong music and many loud voices coming from the ball. ' Imagine this, Clayton; we were bending, crawling to pass through So many tight spaces in order to find that this cave is my sister's clue.' 'It's one single cave having two parts, which are separated by the lake.' 'Let's go home!' said Surah maliciously smiling. 'Anne is a real snake!' (Of course, Queen Anne was not a snake. The old castle was built around the cave and those two chambers were used to protect the kings and the queens all over the time. The legend of the beast was used to protect the other entrance in the cave during many wars taking place along the time. ) ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. They were floating back until they reached the shore of the other side. She dropped two lamps in the water, and left the boat being in a hurry to hide. They blocked the entrance of the passage, and their lamp started to tingle. Clayton bumped a paddle against the wall to pass, but it sounded like a jingle. They opened the metal door, and then they climbed up the tower‘s stairs To get into the secret room. There, they saw two beds, a table, and three chairs. On the table, there was a golden little spindle being full of golden thread. 'They use this gilded altar to pray for Jezebel', said Surah turning her head. To be continued......(tomorrow)

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Aug 15, 2013

Aug 15, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC

marieta-maglas

Jezebel-The Sleeping Beauty (Part 6)

'Beautiful stalagmites and stalactites!' 'Clayton, this cave has breath!' Do you feel the air?' 'The air movements are strong and prevent our death, But they can extinguish the lamp.' To lead the way, he unrolled many feet Of rope to mark their exit in case of being disoriented in this huge 'suite'. They named the other one Queen's Chamber, because it was small. It was a dim room, twenty feet high having a nice circular white wall. After an amount of stooping, crawling, scooting, and squirming, while Passing through damp trail ways over pits and breakdowns of the aisle, Through tight keyholes, they reached a lake of water. Then, they have Transported wood, to build a boat, and to explore the other part of the cave. On the other side of the lake, they saw a room looking like a stone quarry. After that, they recognized the finished stone house in its greatest glory. They saw that the refreshments were served, consisting of tea, coffee, And dressing, but the people weren't inside, yet. Surah took a toffee And two of the numerous huge lamps hanging on the right cave's wall. They heard a strong music and many loud voices coming from the ball. ' Imagine this, Clayton; we were bending, crawling to pass through So many tight spaces in order to find that this cave is my sister's clue.' 'It's one single cave having two parts, which are separated by the lake.' 'Let's go home!' said Surah maliciously smiling. 'Anne is a real snake!' (Of course, Queen Anne was not a snake. The old castle was built around the cave and those two chambers were used to protect the kings and the queens all over the time. The legend of the beast was used to protect the other entrance in the cave during many wars taking place along the time. ) ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. They were floating back until they reached the shore of the other side. She dropped two lamps in the water, and left the boat being in a hurry to hide. They blocked the entrance of the passage, and their lamp started to tingle. Clayton bumped a paddle against the wall to pass, but it sounded like a jingle. They opened the metal door, and then they climbed up the tower‘s stairs To get into the secret room. There, they saw two beds, a table, and three chairs. On the table, there was a golden little spindle being full of golden thread. 'They use this gilded altar to pray for Jezebel', said Surah turning her head. To be continued......(tomorrow)

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Before dawn, in the arms of venerable silence I whisper the verses of the Koran and I find myself in awe of Allah, your memories emerge in front of my eyes, I get stretched out within tides... A new obsession a tiny light dot, a sudden strange blink; Are you a shirk*?! No... Never! Only pure love could last forever... You are something sacred with mundane reflections: like expurgatory light from the heavens, like my spiritual pain of existence or the insanity of my inspiration... If you ever did feel what I am getting through... In my dream, you are near and reading to me softly the surah Ad-Duha... Ah, this maniacal power I get from your voice... Ah, this sweet and indispensable rejoice... And the magnificence of this complete unification! The one I felt before: on the elevator which was taking me to you! The prayer is going on, now with its all perfection: Allah I obey, For you, I pray... Till the Sun rises, I shall be blessed... * (Arabic): in Islam, idolatry, polytheism, and the association of God with other deities.

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Dec 17, 2022

Dec 17, 2022 at 3:37 PM UTC

Mirza-Lazim

Predawn beautitude

Before dawn, in the arms of venerable silence I whisper the verses of the Koran and I find myself in awe of Allah, your memories emerge in front of my eyes, I get stretched out within tides... A new obsession a tiny light dot, a sudden strange blink; Are you a shirk*?! No... Never! Only pure love could last forever... You are something sacred with mundane reflections: like expurgatory light from the heavens, like my spiritual pain of existence or the insanity of my inspiration... If you ever did feel what I am getting through... In my dream, you are near and reading to me softly the surah Ad-Duha... Ah, this maniacal power I get from your voice... Ah, this sweet and indispensable rejoice... And the magnificence of this complete unification! The one I felt before: on the elevator which was taking me to you! The prayer is going on, now with its all perfection: Allah I obey, For you, I pray... Till the Sun rises, I shall be blessed... * (Arabic): in Islam, idolatry, polytheism, and the association of God with other deities.

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"Bahwa bukan kesedihan yang nyala Di ruang mata, melainkan hakikat rela" (Kisah Soe Harry, 2 - Astrajingga Asmasubrata) aku datang padamu dengan surah yasin dan rasa ingin bertemu yang tak bisa dicukupkan oleh simpuh sujud seorang anak yang imannya sedang runtuh. ayat demi ayat menjelma percakapan kita tentang hakikat hidup dan mati: tentang hidup adalah seluruhnya ibadah dan mati adalah nikmat tertinggi. mad dan waqaf menjelma tempatku berhenti: tempat aku meluruhkan air mata saat terbayang wajahmu yang tak bisa lagi kupandangi. aku bertanya seberapa rindukah tuhan padamu tetapi tak ada jawaban meski telah aku cari di setiap lembar yang sebentar lagi menuju akhir. aku bertanya akankah kau bangun untuk sekadar menyapaku tetapi tak ada jawaban meski aku telah sampai di ayat kun fayakun.

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC

cahyasederhana

ziarah

"Bahwa bukan kesedihan yang nyala Di ruang mata, melainkan hakikat rela" (Kisah Soe Harry, 2 - Astrajingga Asmasubrata) aku datang padamu dengan surah yasin dan rasa ingin bertemu yang tak bisa dicukupkan oleh simpuh sujud seorang anak yang imannya sedang runtuh. ayat demi ayat menjelma percakapan kita tentang hakikat hidup dan mati: tentang hidup adalah seluruhnya ibadah dan mati adalah nikmat tertinggi. mad dan waqaf menjelma tempatku berhenti: tempat aku meluruhkan air mata saat terbayang wajahmu yang tak bisa lagi kupandangi. aku bertanya seberapa rindukah tuhan padamu tetapi tak ada jawaban meski telah aku cari di setiap lembar yang sebentar lagi menuju akhir. aku bertanya akankah kau bangun untuk sekadar menyapaku tetapi tak ada jawaban meski aku telah sampai di ayat kun fayakun.

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Little fuzzy elephant chasing her first LION Do the hot chili pepper dance Vooooooo Dooooo woman Bow to HER, clay-man, walker in the day, man all servants to shay-tan Cherry cotton blossom killer slumlord white powder thriller ****** sticks to kids ****** sticks to kids ****** sticks to kids No god can forgive our sins There is no life without an end Stainless steel I bend under rail road cars as my head spins **** me now, coward do me that favor I'm a warrior with flavor, so like it, life I will savor Help me God, por favor nessicito Allah, my soul is pour My eyes turn to pitchers as my brothers turn into 1 man martyrs Victims of every veterans second war, the war inside & at home Surah An Nas 100 times tonight

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Jun 19, 2019

Jun 19, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC

worn-down

Pink Fuzzy Elephants

Little fuzzy elephant chasing her first LION Do the hot chili pepper dance Vooooooo Dooooo woman Bow to HER, clay-man, walker in the day, man all servants to shay-tan Cherry cotton blossom killer slumlord white powder thriller ****** sticks to kids ****** sticks to kids ****** sticks to kids No god can forgive our sins There is no life without an end Stainless steel I bend under rail road cars as my head spins **** me now, coward do me that favor I'm a warrior with flavor, so like it, life I will savor Help me God, por favor nessicito Allah, my soul is pour My eyes turn to pitchers as my brothers turn into 1 man martyrs Victims of every veterans second war, the war inside & at home Surah An Nas 100 times tonight

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and who would have thought that there would be such certainty governing ι (iota), as to effectively stress it all the ****** time? guise it in whatever pronouns you want, either modern or ancient and if ancient then bound to psychiatric theory - but who would have thought that so much pinpointing was to be allowed over ι? and yet there are hordes of people without a clue as to who they are and what identity to rattle the world with... pinpoint above the iota... if it was absolutely precise, and if it was truly identifiable with a great accuracy, i'd find people in shackles of certainty, hardly deviating from that's already apparent to them... but it's not the case... so presumptuous to ascribe iota (ι) that sort of certainty when ascribing it a holy pronoun status... there's hardly a pinpoint about the iota, hardly any certainty, always the spontaneous venture, and that's still bound to what aesthetician you speak to... ᾠ (oi)! wriggly serpent of arabic in greek, wriggled in, subscripted, prefix: al-, then the l'ah the l'ah, la la la... la la... mmmbop! handsome, innit? kamoze... na na na na na na na na na na nah... 'ere *** d' 'otstepper... chilli chilli in sprechen dingo... roughing up the woof downunder. and wrote a surah about the byzantine defeat... true up to the point of mongol and the mamluke... for if not the serpent to teach man handwriting, what animal? is not the serpent the jurassic spine and our pause for thought? or what does predate the discovery of dinosaur bones if not bonsai morphed into welsh and chinese dragons? exaggerations of sleeper's intuition collectively? to bow, or say: prior: all things worthy of a palette - then the revisionist meteor, then all things condemnable and bound to excess - gluttonous eyes staring poignant as if gnats stuck to venomous arrows with a thirst for st. sebastian... for what audacity asserted that it was always to be so: a pinpoint above ι? there was no universal agreement - as is to say: a god of the omni realm will never consider a peace treaty unless the people abide by the mantra om and subsequently flourish... and what animal taught us this wriggling? should we rewrite our stance basing all metamorphosis from shouting to a hush and then compound with statement: genteel reader away from the serpent and haloing the worm, that too wriggles? it all depends which aesthetician you speak to... if you speak to me, i'll tell you this version of human history's worth of soap opera.

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Nov 18, 2016

Nov 18, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

pinpoint above the ιota

and who would have thought that there would be such certainty governing ι (iota), as to effectively stress it all the ****** time? guise it in whatever pronouns you want, either modern or ancient and if ancient then bound to psychiatric theory - but who would have thought that so much pinpointing was to be allowed over ι? and yet there are hordes of people without a clue as to who they are and what identity to rattle the world with... pinpoint above the iota... if it was absolutely precise, and if it was truly identifiable with a great accuracy, i'd find people in shackles of certainty, hardly deviating from that's already apparent to them... but it's not the case... so presumptuous to ascribe iota (ι) that sort of certainty when ascribing it a holy pronoun status... there's hardly a pinpoint about the iota, hardly any certainty, always the spontaneous venture, and that's still bound to what aesthetician you speak to... ᾠ (oi)! wriggly serpent of arabic in greek, wriggled in, subscripted, prefix: al-, then the l'ah the l'ah, la la la... la la... mmmbop! handsome, innit? kamoze... na na na na na na na na na na nah... 'ere *** d' 'otstepper... chilli chilli in sprechen dingo... roughing up the woof downunder. and wrote a surah about the byzantine defeat... true up to the point of mongol and the mamluke... for if not the serpent to teach man handwriting, what animal? is not the serpent the jurassic spine and our pause for thought? or what does predate the discovery of dinosaur bones if not bonsai morphed into welsh and chinese dragons? exaggerations of sleeper's intuition collectively? to bow, or say: prior: all things worthy of a palette - then the revisionist meteor, then all things condemnable and bound to excess - gluttonous eyes staring poignant as if gnats stuck to venomous arrows with a thirst for st. sebastian... for what audacity asserted that it was always to be so: a pinpoint above ι? there was no universal agreement - as is to say: a god of the omni realm will never consider a peace treaty unless the people abide by the mantra om and subsequently flourish... and what animal taught us this wriggling? should we rewrite our stance basing all metamorphosis from shouting to a hush and then compound with statement: genteel reader away from the serpent and haloing the worm, that too wriggles? it all depends which aesthetician you speak to... if you speak to me, i'll tell you this version of human history's worth of soap opera.

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*dla jaj (i.e. eggs - jokes, gags): co ma piernik to wiatraka? no... co? to samo co ma parasol do tyczki... i to samo: warte nart: skee ************ skee! how does that look with diacritical marks? sky not ski? skī? e, e... me and my uncle agreed: i better hear this catholic ******** than advertise a Sheikh cite a Surah... sorry: no... we can call them: old ladies taken care of by a charlatan... but i can still bulge in eating pork. schnout?! hog.* there's nothing fake about what has simply become prefixed by: crypto; and no... give me a blank slate and i'll smear my ******* crayon like i might **** in an alley... there was never, ever anything "new" about the news... unless i'm mistaken, news, as a word, is an acronym... n.e.w.s.: north, east, west, south... call me bonkers, but within the vicinity i occupy? news is as much about nothing, as a dog taking a **** is about everything.

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

crypto-news

*dla jaj (i.e. eggs - jokes, gags): co ma piernik to wiatraka? no... co? to samo co ma parasol do tyczki... i to samo: warte nart: skee ************ skee! how does that look with diacritical marks? sky not ski? skī? e, e... me and my uncle agreed: i better hear this catholic ******** than advertise a Sheikh cite a Surah... sorry: no... we can call them: old ladies taken care of by a charlatan... but i can still bulge in eating pork. schnout?! hog.* there's nothing fake about what has simply become prefixed by: crypto; and no... give me a blank slate and i'll smear my ******* crayon like i might **** in an alley... there was never, ever anything "new" about the news... unless i'm mistaken, news, as a word, is an acronym... n.e.w.s.: north, east, west, south... call me bonkers, but within the vicinity i occupy? news is as much about nothing, as a dog taking a **** is about everything.

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i could have loved, i once loved... i could love once more... but then... i'd rather be dead. story of my life... the breath, and depth of a love for you, overpowered me to cite... however many times i'd rather see hell than i might see you... and from what i've seen... from what i've seen?! i've seen you more times than all the hell i could wish for! god **** me... i love you, so, so, so much! when you gave me Bulgakov while playing video games... your fudge plump nose that i loved to bite during sex,watching your *** in the mirror... your laughter... your snigger, and subsequent laughter... your exes... your plain dross of brown hair... i live and i die: remembering you.... i am... merely a memory of you... and you know that i know, and i know, that you also know... i am born within you, i am born from you, i think because of you, i am thought: because: i am you! you are the shadow that gnaws at night! your shadow eats, the night! you are a love, that describes love in fiction and makes wise men, fools! my lust, my Islamic bow.... my enduring, first, and last, Surah... my sigh... my laughter... all that is me, thus made unto you, thus... all that is me, be made: unto you. and she has a name... Ilona.

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Sep 29, 2018

Sep 29, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

talk of love: idiots love more than once

i could have loved, i once loved... i could love once more... but then... i'd rather be dead. story of my life... the breath, and depth of a love for you, overpowered me to cite... however many times i'd rather see hell than i might see you... and from what i've seen... from what i've seen?! i've seen you more times than all the hell i could wish for! god **** me... i love you, so, so, so much! when you gave me Bulgakov while playing video games... your fudge plump nose that i loved to bite during sex,watching your *** in the mirror... your laughter... your snigger, and subsequent laughter... your exes... your plain dross of brown hair... i live and i die: remembering you.... i am... merely a memory of you... and you know that i know, and i know, that you also know... i am born within you, i am born from you, i think because of you, i am thought: because: i am you! you are the shadow that gnaws at night! your shadow eats, the night! you are a love, that describes love in fiction and makes wise men, fools! my lust, my Islamic bow.... my enduring, first, and last, Surah... my sigh... my laughter... all that is me, thus made unto you, thus... all that is me, be made: unto you. and she has a name... Ilona.

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