Poetry! =P

[étudiante]

badrobot14 What if it 'sounds' like love poetry (like mine does sometimes) but its not for 'love' like that?
And ROFL at your example

And btw, we aint Iqbal We can't beat that Sholly mistel admin BUT we can use him as an inspiration

 

[étudiante]

Annabel Lee (Poe)

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

I love this :') It's so sweet and sad. It was written by Poe as a lament of his wife's very early death. It really touches me

 

[badrobot14]

badrobot14 What if it 'sounds' like love poetry (like mine does sometimes) but its not for 'love' like that?
And ROFL at your example

And btw, we aint Iqbal We can't beat that Sholly mistel admin BUT we can use him as an inspiration

no Idea.. if I was a mufti I'd be able to tell maybe..

haha.. that was some example Although, it isn't too far-fetched.. its possible... I seek refuge with Allah from that...

Oh, here's Shikwa and Jawab-e-Shikwa:

http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-105-shikwa.html

http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-120-jawab-e-shikwa.html

(ur r right.... he can be a good inspiration.. )

 

[étudiante]

no Idea.. if I was a mufti I'd be able to tell maybe..

haha.. that was some example Although, it isn't too far-fetched.. its possible... I seek refuge with Allah from that...

Oh, here's Shikwa and Jawab-e-Shikwa:

http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-105-shikwa.html

http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-120-jawab-e-shikwa.html

(ur r right.... he can be a good inspiration.. )

Oh np!

IKR! I read it and was like ---> ----->
I've read them both several times VERY nice :')

IKR!

 

[Epiphany]

now that's much better.. since its not suicidal..

but why is ur poetry tangled in love... coz you know whn writers write about love its 99% of the time love of someone who is not their mahram.... and what that does is, it stirs up feelings... and can lead to impermissible things.. as words can be so sugar-coated... and most ppl can't see through them... (Alhamdulillah, I judge based on actions not words. )

Like a crazy example would be IF there is certain someone I like at uni... now I text her your poems she'd b day dreaming abt me.... next I can slowly go out with her... she'd be 'in love' right....? Then when I'd have enough of her I can dump her.... and move on.. (am I not pathetic...? A'uzubillah... Alhamdulillah I stay away from such stuff so my life is simple)

that's why it is no surprize that:

http://islamqa.info/en/ref/146652

an example of GOOD poetry.. that I really like is of the urdu poet Iqbal.. I mean that guy is a genius... his poems for kids r like "lab pe aati hai dua" which is great but the deep ones are so cool... like his poem 'shikwa' and 'jawab-e-shikwa'.. I mean that is poetry that rejuvenates a nation.... beat that.

Lol. Agreed..


And true. I write mostly, like 99% of the times, about love. Thing is, all those poems were and always had been for one person only. I'm finally over it and have altered the way I think and write, no more love poetry to be exact, the pieces I posted before were written far back around a month or two. No one's perfect and I learnt and realized my mistakes over time. I'll be posting something that I've been recently working on and NO, it is not depressing, or about love or anything.

P.S, talking about love, it's not always the love you were referring to.


AND no! I cannot beat Iqbal, lol. He's a legend.


Last love poem I wrote;

You, I, us?


I


Wandering was this little soul,
in the blistering cold.
Hoping was the key, lifeless was he.
Of all the Romeo Juliet, was his story untold.
No love, nothing. Harder than it could ever be.
Believed in love, worshipped life.
Broken still, hollow inside.
Kept searching, to feel the feeling.
Kept failing, always taking the fall.
With this ignorant world and the truth concealing;
He wondered, his life had any point at all.
Like flowers fading, was his messed up mind.
All the thoughts, all the pain stored into.
Turning numb, broken projections with nightmares combined.
Love existing, hoping still to walk this through.
Life goes no easy whatsoever;
plays its part, the good, the bad.
But, fact being such passing phases never last forever.
Luck turned his way, and all the love he had.


II


Like an angel descending upon,
understanding the crumpled up heart.
Life, finally having the meaning.
Sweeter than candy or some chocolate tart.
Lonely nights turned into bright days.
Puzzling mazes coming to an end.
Being with a friend, amazing in many different ways.
Finally, finally, escaped the horrific bend.
Soul back from the dead, and alive again.
Heart beating, now having a reason too.
Thoughts filtered, free from all pain.
Life easy, finally had a clue.
But feelings kept getting stronger.
Ignoring the "friend circle",
wanted to tell her every instant, couldn't resist any longer.
But not easy, turning those paper hearts red from purple.


III


Thinking and thinking and thinking again.
Would the tables turn if he comes out straight?
Never ever trusted life before, happiness finally be the gain?
But what if it gets worse than ever, and there's nothing but hate? Again.
Not strong like he used to be.
Happiness was now, all that he see.
Feelings too strong though,
But not want to see it all turn woe. Again.
Couldn't help speaking out the words after all.
Tough decision, but it was love; your call.
Sweet and solemn, "I love you sweetheart, I love 'us' true."
But what was to be her conclusion ensued?
Blank face, mystified eyes, teaming with the words next spoken,
Could've been his day or just the poor heart yet broken? Again.
Coming nearer, kissing on the cheek,
took his hand, love seeming top of the peak;
and then she said, "I love us too."



Alternative Ending;


Blank face, mystified eyes, teaming with the words next spoken,
Could've been his day or just the poor heart yet broken? Again.
Coming nearer, hugging politely,
took his hand, dropped a teardrop or two, slightly.
And then she said, "But, I love us two."




~Epiphany.

 

[frozen sunlight]

Lol. Agreed..


And true. I write mostly, like 99% of the times, about love. Thing is, all those poems were and always had been for one person only. I'm finally over it and have altered the way I think and write, no more love poetry to be exact, the pieces I posted before were written far back around a month or two. No one's perfect and I learnt and realized my mistakes over time. I'll be posting something that I've been recently working on and NO, it is not depressing, or about love or anything.

P.S, talking about love, it's not always the love you were referring to.


AND no! I cannot beat Iqbal, lol. He's a legend.


Last love poem I wrote;

You, I, us?


I


Wandering was this little soul,
in the blistering cold.
Hoping was the key, lifeless was he.
Of all the Romeo Juliet, was his story untold.
No love, nothing. Harder than it could ever be.
Believed in love, worshipped life.
Broken still, hollow inside.
Kept searching, to feel the feeling.
Kept failing, always taking the fall.
With this ignorant world and the truth concealing;
He wondered, his life had any point at all.
Like flowers fading, was his messed up mind.
All the thoughts, all the pain stored into.
Turning numb, broken projections with nightmares combined.
Love existing, hoping still to walk this through.
Life goes no easy whatsoever;
plays its part, the good, the bad.
But, fact being such passing phases never last forever.
Luck turned his way, and all the love he had.


II


Like an angel descending upon,
understanding the crumpled up heart.
Life, finally having the meaning.
Sweeter than candy or some chocolate tart.
Lonely nights turned into bright days.
Puzzling mazes coming to an end.
Being with a friend, amazing in many different ways.
Finally, finally, escaped the horrific bend.
Soul back from the dead, and alive again.
Heart beating, now having a reason too.
Thoughts filtered, free from all pain.
Life easy, finally had a clue.
But feelings kept getting stronger.
Ignoring the "friend circle",
wanted to tell her every instant, couldn't resist any longer.
But not easy, turning those paper hearts red from purple.


III


Thinking and thinking and thinking again.
Would the tables turn if he comes out straight?
Never ever trusted life before, happiness finally be the gain?
But what if it gets worse than ever, and there's nothing but hate? Again.
Not strong like he used to be.
Happiness was now, all that he see.
Feelings too strong though,
But not want to see it all turn woe. Again.
Couldn't help speaking out the words after all.
Tough decision, but it was love; your call.
Sweet and solemn, "I love you sweetheart, I love 'us' true."
But what was to be her conclusion ensued?
Blank face, mystified eyes, teaming with the words next spoken,
Could've been his day or just the poor heart yet broken? Again.
Coming nearer, kissing on the cheek,
took his hand, love seeming top of the peak;
and then she said, "I love us too."



Alternative Ending;


Blank face, mystified eyes, teaming with the words next spoken,
Could've been his day or just the poor heart yet broken? Again.
Coming nearer, hugging politely,
took his hand, dropped a teardrop or two, slightly.
And then she said, "But, I love us two."




~Epiphany.

now that was a pleasure to read

 

[HauteHijabii]

now that's much better.. since its not suicidal..

but why is ur poetry tangled in love... coz you know whn writers write about love its 99% of the time love of someone who is not their mahram.... and what that does is, it stirs up feelings... and can lead to impermissible things.. as words can be so sugar-coated... and most ppl can't see through them... (Alhamdulillah, I judge based on actions not words. )

Like a crazy example would be IF there is certain someone I like at uni... now I text her your poems she'd b day dreaming abt me.... next I can slowly go out with her... she'd be 'in love' right....? Then when I'd have enough of her I can dump her.... and move on.. (am I not pathetic...? A'uzubillah... Alhamdulillah I stay away from such stuff so my life is simple)

that's why it is no surprize that:

http://islamqa.info/en/ref/146652

an example of GOOD poetry.. that I really like is of the urdu poet Iqbal.. I mean that guy is a genius... his poems for kids r like "lab pe aati hai dua" which is great but the deep ones are so cool... like his poem 'shikwa' and 'jawab-e-shikwa'.. I mean that is poetry that rejuvenates a nation.... beat that.

Now that it like so true..words are really powerful. I've had like a LOT of people when talking to me, fantasizing about something a guy would have written to them. And my expression would only be , coz well they are not ready to listen. They are in a whole new world and want nothing to do with reality. All because of a few lines!! Na'oodhubillah. All we can do is pray for them.

And @your example

And true that iqbal. His poems are great. I don't really get Urdu poetry. But a girl at school once read "lab pe aati hai dua" and I would be lying if I said I wasn't in love with that poem!

 

[badrobot14]

Now that it like so true..words are really powerful. I've had like a LOT of people when talking to me, fantasizing about something a guy would have written to them. And my expression would only be , coz well they are not ready to listen. They are in a whole new world and want nothing to do with reality. All because of a few lines!! Na'oodhubillah. All we can do is pray for them.

And @your example

And true that iqbal. His poems are great. I don't really get Urdu poetry. But a girl at school once read "lab pe aati hai dua" and I would be lying if I said I wasn't in love with that poem!

Yes, exactly! Prophet (S.A.W) said: “Some eloquent speech is as effective as magic.” (Sahih Bukhari)
Imagine that!.. may Allah guide those ppl.. Aameen. (I cannot help but appriciate that Prophet S.A.W was a genius! that hadith just came to my mind whn I read ur post)

b/w I don't think ur urdu wd b that bad... the thing is urdu we use now is more colliqual.... plus poets always use kinda hard urdu....
Here, those links I gave of his poetry also have transliration and english translation.. might make more sense to you:
http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-105-shikwa.html
http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-120-jawab-e-shikwa.html

 

[Spidey21]

Now that it like so true..words are really powerful. I've had like a LOT of people when talking to me, fantasizing about something a guy would have written to them. And my expression would only be , coz well they are not ready to listen. They are in a whole new world and want nothing to do with reality. All because of a few lines!! Na'oodhubillah. All we can do is pray for them.

And @your example

And true that iqbal. His poems are great. I don't really get Urdu poetry. But a girl at school once read "lab pe aati hai dua" and I would be lying if I said I wasn't in love with that poem!

iqbal is on Xtreme Papers Community??

 

[HauteHijabii]

"Never did I know such a phase will come.
When all there will be misery to the life.
When all hope will abandon.
When my hand will hold not your hand instead a knife."


Epiphany.

???

 

[HauteHijabii]

Yes, exactly! Prophet (S.A.W) said: “Some eloquent speech is as effective as magic.” (Sahih Bukhari)
Imagine that!.. may Allah guide those ppl.. Aameen. (I cannot help but appriciate that Prophet S.A.W was a genius! that hadith just came to my mind whn I read ur post)

b/w I don't think ur urdu wd b that bad... the thing is urdu we use now is more colliqual.... plus poets always use kinda hard urdu....
Here, those links I gave of his poetry also have transliration and english translation.. might make more sense to you:
http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-105-shikwa.html
http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-120-jawab-e-shikwa.html

That is exactly the hadith I was looking for. I couldn't remember the exact wordings..
YeSS! the Prophet sallallahu alayhi wa sallam was a genius....and nobody can deny that!

I kinda stick to English. Plus I'm more of a Hindi person. And even that its like really colloquial cux I picked it up from shopkeepers and Bollywood films which I have now stopped watching Alhamdulillah.

I read them and But they are

 

[HauteHijabii]

iqbal is on Xtreme Papers Community??

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[Leyla]

It comes out natural I guess. It's depressing I know, just couldn't help it.

I write "pleasant" stuff too ;

"These tears freeze in mid-air,
light surrounds.
Fills them up with 'hope'.
They don't fall."

"And now I need your hand.
Cause I know you know.
I've always loved you,
more than just a friend."

I've seen some of your poems
Why are they all sooo much depressing and painful

why???
is your life so bad?

 

[Epiphany]

???

Chill! Was bored.

I've seen some of your poems
Why are they all sooo much depressing and painful

why???
is your life so bad?

Funny. Whomsoever it is, notices only the dark poems. Please, look into the more recent ones.


Life is not bad. It's normal.

 

[Epiphany]

"Holding your hand,
feeling your touch,
knowing you’re around,
most precious of all."
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Already posted this but my point is, it's not always about the kind of "love" badrobot14 was referring. Isn't the love between a child and his mother the most precious? Thinking is what words require sometimes. Positive thinking. =)​

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"For me,
you'll always be,
the melody
I dance around."​

​

~Epiphany.​

 

[Leyla]

Chill! Was bored.



Funny. Whomsoever it is, notices only the dark poems. Please, look into the more recent ones.


Life is not bad. It's normal.

I'm Leyla
hahahahahahahah sure I willl stalk your poems a lil bit more
They are amazing

 

[Epiphany]

They are amazing

Thank you.

 

[Leyla]

Thank you.

Your Welcome

 

[Leyla]

"Holding your hand,​

feeling your touch,​

knowing you’re around,​

most precious of all."​

​

Already posted this but my point is, it's not always about the kind of "love" badrobot14 was referring. Isn't the love between a child and his mother the most precious? Thinking is what words require sometimes. Positive thinking. =)​

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"For me,​

you'll always be,​

the melody​

I dance around."​

​

~Epiphany.​

I absolutely agree

 

[HauteHijabii]

Chill! Was bored.

Good. *breathes sigh of relief*