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Bhai I remember them …Come on We need some more 
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Lolz !! Nahee Yaar Plz Forget It Ask Me Any Drawings Or Paintings Even Digital Drawings I Am Ready To Post !!
Forget Abt Poetry !
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Why not poetry :(
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Last One I Wrote Was On My Mother !! And That Was Last I Never Ever I Wrote Anything Again !!
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Yeah i remember the one u wrote for ur Mom
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The waters deep,
the waters dark,
Reflect the seekers,
hide the sought,
Whether in water or in air to drown.
Between them curls the silver spark,
Barbed, baited, waiting,
of a thought– Which in the world is upside down,
The fish hook or the question mark…
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Labbaik..….Allaahumma Labbaik
By Asma bint Shameem
As I pack my belongings..... and get ready for this great Journey
I cry with gratitude..…once more You've blessed me
Tears flowing…..in ecstasy my heart flies
My soul sings….my whole being cries
Labbaik....Allaahumma Labbaik
But what are these words..... what do they really mean?
Do I appreciate them?…Do I just repeat what I've seen?
Do I really understand….
Do I even comprehend….
Labbaik....Allaahumma Labbaik
Labbaik means I am here, Ya Rabb.....I respond to Your call
With a heart full of hope….for that Mercy that envelops all
I'm here to serve You……I'm here to comply
To You I submit……until the day I die
Labbaik..….Allaahumma Labbaik
Labbaik means total devotion…..submission to Allaah Almighty
Labbaik means sincere obedience and commitment completely
Labbaik means surrender
…..for now and for ever
Labbaik….Allaahumma Labbaik
Labbaik means I'm sorry…..so sorry for all my past
Sorry for my mistakes and my shortcomings of last
I beg You, ya Allaah…..please forgive me
I repent to you, O Maulaa……do accept me
Labbaik....Allaahumma Labbaik
Labbaik means to change..…so that I live my life for You
Whatever I say and do, from now on will only be to please You
I will give up my evil ways
I will fix my nights and days
Labbaik....Allaahumma Labbaik
But Labbaik also means.......I love you, Ya Rabbee
Nothing else matters....but that You're pleased with me
Its Your Pleasure that I seek
Though I'm so sinful and weak
Labbaik….Allaahumma Labbaik
Head bowed low…. remorseful, and so full of fear
I am ashamed of my life….repentant, as I stand here
Yearning your forgiveness
I cry out in wretchedness…..
Labbaik....Allaahumma Labbaik
Will I change for the better….will I turn my life around?
Or will I succumb to temptation, wherever it is found?
When will I even begin to see
The faults that are so obvious in me?
Labbaik....Allaahumma Labbaik
I'll stop dealing in Ribaa….. I'll give up my Haraam earning
I'll wear the Hijaab…… no more lying , no backbiting
Never a single prayer will I neglect
My character, I'll make…upright and erect
Labbaik....Allaahumma Labbaik
Don't let me become heedless, I pray….Don't make me forget
All the promises I've made, Ya Allaah….all the goals that I've set
Keep me strong, keep me steadfast
Let this feeling in me, forever last
Labbaik....Allaahumma Labbaik
For I don't know when I'll die and I don't know where it will be
But I hope I am in Ihraam….when the Angel comes to me
'Cos if I die so, the Prophet told you and me
when raised from the dead, my first words'll be..…
Labbaik….Allaahumma Labbaik
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i had a go at doing a poetry in our bury library it was the world poet day
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This isn't a real poem, but I couldn't resist sharing:
'A question that sometimes drives me hazy:
Am I or the others crazy?'
~ Albert Einstein
Neiter this, but:
'Some cause happiness where ever they go;
Others whenever they go.'
~ Oscar Wilde
Now for poetry, something from Keats, first from 'Sleep and Poetry':
'O Poesy! for thee I hold my pen
That am not yet a glorious denizen
Of thy wilde heaven - Should I rather kneel
Upon some mountain-top until I feel
A glowing splendour round about me hung,
And echo back the voice of thine own tongue?'
**When I have fears
**When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! - then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
~ John Keats
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The prose of some authors almost becomes poetry too, such as work from Proust and Woolf. Some of their passages simply are poetry to me.
There are many, some even better than the one I'm quoting here now, but this is a passage from 'To the lighthouse' by Virginia Woolf:
'Night however, succeeds to night. The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, evenly, with indefatigable fingers. They lengthen, they darken. Some of them hold aloft clear planets, plates of brightness. The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands. The autumn trees gleam in the yellow moonlight, in the light of the harvest moons, the light which mellows the energy of labour, and smooths the stubble, and brings the wave lapping blue to the shore.'
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Now a poem by Alfred Bosie Douglas. His career was difficult, living in the shadow of Oscar Wilde and being blamed for problems of Oscar Wilde. Oscar Wilde himself one day blaming him because of prison life difficulties which played tricks on his mind, then after prison he said he didn't mean it.
Most historians have wrongly given an account of the Douglas and Wilde story which doesn't completely makes sense when one looks up the facts. One author, Wintermans, wrote a different biography. Instead of copying former historians, he actually looked up every single detail and discovered that most accusations against Douglas are indeed false and the image that was created of him, blaming him for the downfall of Wilde, can't still be accepted today. Slowly a different more realistic view of Douglas is making it's way in public conscience as well as some scholars.
Personally, I like both Wilde and Douglas. Some of the best and my favorite plays were written by Wilde and the poetry of Douglas creates magnificent images in ones mind. Here is his 'Impression de Nuit':
Impression de Nuit
See, what a mass of gems the city wears
Upon her broad live bosom! row on row,
Rubies and emeralds and amethysts glow.
See! that huge circle like a necklace, stares
With thousands of bold eyes to heaven, and dares
The golden stars to dim the lamps below,
And in the mirror of the mire I know
The moon has left her image unawares.
That's the great town at night: I see her breasts,
Pricked out with lamps they stand like huge black towers,
I think they move! I hear her panting breath.
And that's her head where the tiara rests.
And in her brain, through lanes as dark as death,
Men creep like thoughts... The lamps are like pale flowers.
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**The Poison Tree
**By: William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
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**HEALING RAIN*
By Injete Chesoni*
I thought my tears would make you love me again,
I thought my tears would fall on the roots of our love
and nourish it like rain.
I thought my tears would pierce your heart,
and help us to make a brand new start.
I thought my tears would make you feel my anguish and pain,
and draw you back into my arms again.
I thought my tears would flow with yours
and create for us a pool of love.
I thought my tears were heavenly showers
with magical healing powers.
A trickling sent from the heavens above,
That would fill our hearts with joy and love.
So I cried when you left me
To ease my pain,
I cried when you left me
To bring you back into my arms again,
I cried when you left me,
Because I thought that tears were healing rain.
But I found out that sometimes they are not,
They are just tears and searing pain.
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These are great. i'm going to have to bookmark this page.
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The waters deep, the waters dark, Reflect the seekers, hide the sought, Whether in water or in air to drown. Between them curls the silver spark, Barbed, baited, waiting, of a thought– Which in the world is upside down, The fish hook or the question mark…
By Howard Nemerov
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**Ozymandias
**By P.B.S
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
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Pigeon Kabootar Uddan Fly
Look waikho Aasmaan Sky :cobra:
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