Assalam alaykum brothers and sisters,

Ramadan is no doubt a special month in the year wherein good deeds are multiplied in manifolds. As a poetry enthusiast, I would like to share a friend’s poetry this Ramadan, he would be writing a poem each day throughout the glorious month In sha Allah. So enjoy these beautiful poetry and reflect, in sha Allah, you would find a lot of good therein.

P.S: The young man blogs Here

*Ramadan & Poetry With Ibraheem*

*Day1*

*Welcome, O Ramadan*

Light from the moon as stars form galaxies
Banners so colorful, same as graphics
Here and there, the theme of smile
A crescent from above descends on us.

The market is glad and now it dances
The dances of leaves with dew on them
The bees and flies, their buzzes are sweet
The chirping of birds on trees is marvelous..

The day we've waited and a year is gone,
The mosque had had this congregation less.
Today we plan and meet at sunset,
And the aroma of pots is the cock at dawn.

Welcome O dear, the month of Rahmah
Your sister Magfira, when will she land?
As the *'itq* from hell is all we aim,
Deny us not the Ridhwan of Rabb.

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*Day2*

*In The Metro Today*

In the metro today
Before I got my way
The sun has shone some rays
Onto my head like craze

On a normal day like then
I will just quench my gen
With cold H2O from spring
But Ramadan has its string.

Sun! O creation from Allah
You are my shadow like her
But for now she's divorced
So by magrib I will be reinforced.

Ya Allah! It's for you I vacate
All Haram as you mandate
I pray for strength not to leave
Your Halal for a second and belief.

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*Day3*

*Acrostic Astaghfirullah*

Astaghfirullah again, Ya Allah!
Stronger than stone was my heart,
Touch of sins is all my desire,
And yet you forgive a slave like me.

Gone were days I ran to you,
Hiding under your shade only when in need,
Five times with Shaytan instead of thy mosque,
In love with you, now I've found my way.

Rolling in the pool of Qur'an, your book.
Untie my heart from the bond of sins
Like those of angels, their thought so pure
Lessen my love for the Dunya, but tie it to the
Akhira, the day of truth, where my
Heart will be on que behind the Rasul.

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*Day4*

*Born Again*

It's not
my attitude
to show care for the poor,
But here comes Ramadhan, turn point
for me.

And you?
For why are you
still stingy to give food?
Take a turn and see the poor man,
By you.

A day
will come when God
will ask; why did you not
give me? While I asked for your help,
For food.

Just try
feeding the poor.
You will find Allah with
him. It is time, your month to be
born again.

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*Day5*

*As Sawm Junnatun*

If I have the power,
Sahur will never end.
If I am a magician,
Iftar won't show its face.

I just wish to remain
In this state of fast,
Because of the Khaluf,
The scent of my mouth.

The Rasul has explained,
For he talks not of his will.
As great as the Sawm is
Only He knows the reward.

As Sawm Junnatun he said;
So my brother never relent,
Be firm on the path of the Deen,
And hell will fear your skin.

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Wa alaykum Salaam Warahmatulah Wabarokatuh Sino. So this brother is your friend? I do read his poetry everyday, we both belong to one whatsapp group like taht, where poems, ewi kike, spoken word poetry are shared by users.

I love his series, barakallahu feeh. By the way, brother sino, e don tey when you write poems o.

lanrexlan:
Wa alaykum Salaam Warahmatulah Wabarokatuh Sino. So this brother is your friend? I do read his poetry everyday, we both belong to one whatsapp group like taht, where poems, ewi kike, spoken word poetry are shared by users.

I love his series, barakallahu feeh. By the way, brother sino, e don tey when you write poems o.

Yes he is a dear friend, very talented guy like that, and a scholar in the making in sha Allah.

Erm, bro, it is not a small something o, wetin my head they think about these days ehn, poem no gree come!

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*Day 6*

*The Gate Of Rayyan*

I searched for you yesternight
In the rows of God's Knight
I was by the left but took a flight,
To see if you're next by my right.

By counts of the moon today is six
Your good with bad like tea still mix
Your chance to change my bro still clicks
So open your eyes and repent to fix.

Since the month started, haven't you learn?
Or you need to access the grave with lantern?
Guys and girls, the poor and those who earn
In the grave they dwell and their chance -BURN-.

But you live; so I will sound the bell of warning
For myself, then you about the reckoning
On the day when the gate of Rayyan will be blooming
And will be shut at all faces, except of those fasting.

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sino:


Yes he is a dear friend, very talented guy like that, and a scholar in the making in sha Allah.

Ma sha Allah, may Allah grant him goodness.

sino:

Erm, bro, it is not a small something o, wetin my head they think about these days ehn, poem no gree come!

Here too o, inspiration no come o. Mine is coupled with laziness sha

May Allah ease your affairs and grant you those things you are thinking about (Ameen)

lanrexlan:
Ma sha Allah, may Allah grant him goodness.

Ameen

Here too o, inspiration no come o. Mine is coupled with laziness sha

Lazy boy You beta go and look for inspiration, I still remember that your poem you shared on facebook o!

May Allah ease your affairs and grant you those things you are thinking about (Ameen)

Allahuma Ameen!!!! Jazakumullahu khayran dear brother.

Islam is full of shit... bunch of jokers

The part of the quoran that scares the living daylights out of non-muslims
is that after their holy months, the muslims are expected to go and fight.

Surah 9:5 - Quoran
Surat At-Tawbah [verse 5] - And when the sacred months have passed,
then kill the polytheists wherever you find them and capture them and besiege them and .

https://www.quran.com/9/5

nice job op...keep it uP

I wil be there soon

I am of to the school of poetry.

wow, May Allah continue to bless your brain brother. you are an inspiration, I must really pick my pen again.

sino:

Ameen


Lazy boy You beta go and look for inspiration, I still remember that your poem you shared on facebook o!

The MMM (My Midnight Mistress) poem abi?

The sister that inspired that poem is not showing green light at all She keeps beaming "Danger, do not approach" ni

The thing just weak me, maybe I should have written the poem for the sake of Allah and not the sister's sake. Here I am sha, Alhamudulilah better days ahead

sino:

Allahuma Ameen!!!! Jazakumullahu khayran dear brother.

Ameen wa antum Fajazakumullah Khairan dearest akhee

9c poem may Allah accept our Ibadat

Nice poems

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*Ramadhan & Poetry With Ibraheem*
*Day 7*

*Patrol Poem*
*Raqeeb & Ateed*


They are nowhere near being tired
They are committed to you
They are your close companions
They are recording all your moves.

In the book of life
In the dark shadow
In the black deep soul
In the night or day

In our market when we buy
Argue for a coin.
In our rows at night erectly
Our actions in coil.

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lanrexlan:

The MMM (My Midnight Mistress) poem abi?

The sister that inspired that poem is not showing green light at all She keeps beaming "Danger, do not approach" ni

The thing just weak me, maybe I should have written the poem for the sake of Allah and not the sister's sake. Here I am sha, Alhamudulilah better days ahead


Ameen wa antum Fajazakumullah Khairan dearest akhee

The MMM! Yeah that is the poem I was referring to. Do not give up yet bro, maybe she wants to know how serious you are, and I know you know what to do

Definitely, better days ahead!

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*Day 8*

*Tarawih Or UEFA*

Atimes, about it,
You would feel paranoid.
But it is the best for your life.
And atimes you won't love to miss it,
Even if it could be your reason to miss.

What if galaticos wins tonight,
Won't you regret not doing it right?
What if Juventus and Madrid tie?
Have you thought of what penalty
will be your night? O keeper!

What if Real Madrid wins the Champé?
Won't you still see the highlights in café?
Or will you stop praying if they lose?
Or how many Istighfar will you chant?
Wait a moment, which is your first field?
The cinema, the ball house, stadium or the mosque?

Go for Tarawih and not for show off.
Beware I swear, this could be your last.
How do you intend to cover up,
for those Fara'idh you never met up?
I'm scared for you after myself.

_Bathing in the rain_
_That might be so sweet_
_but not everyday._
_You could fall sick if consistent._

This is the time for Tarawih,
You have no excuse to choose over it,
Tarawih or ULC, chose where you belong.

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nb: Even though this is coming late here, the message still is important. As Muslims, we must always get our priorities right!

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*Day9*

*My Voice*


The resonance
of my voice
will not make
my heart pause;
It's still crying.

The picture of my smile
has changed,
From smiles to tears.
The song of a sinner
is the melody
of my choice, and I
repeat, O Allah!
Wash off my sins.

Ya Allah
I beg by all Your
beautiful names
Beautify my life.

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*Day 10*

*If You Can't*

If you cannot snore,
What's the essence of sleeping?

If it is not so stuffy,
What's the essence of bathing?

If you cannot pray,
What's the essence of breathing?

If you cannot fall in love
with Allah and die on His course,
What's the essence of living?

If you cannot love, purify your soul,
Forgive one another and sleep
with no clot of grudges in your heart,
What holiness do you claim?

If you cannot enslave your tongue
from the freedom of slanderous talk,
What's the essence of FASTING?

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*Day 11*

*'Iqra'*

Read on,
O reader of Qur'an!
Even though it is not a song,
If it were, I won't believe.
And if it were to be of a sorcerer,
I wouldn't have recalled a thing.
So, read on, and believe in the guidebook..

Read on!
Your sonorous voice
is all my ears long for.
Those pure sound
rolling down your tongue,
Like ornament descending from the sky,
Giving the sounds of Qur'an, the guide,
are life for the dying and the living.

Read on!
The first word from his mouth,
His angelic voice was of guide.
So, read on, O reciter!
You are nothing but like Muhammad,
On the day he was commanded to read,
by the order "'Iqra' bismi rabbik."

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*Day 12*

*On A Plate*

I don't even know if I am writing a poem or not. I ate a lot today and can't think too clearly. So, I just want to write in a style in which if you turn your device clockwise, it will form how tall and plenty the bounties on our plate was. Thanks to Allah.
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He was
wearing
a native dress,
My able Mr. Tunde.
I was wearing Ankara,
And Ahmad in cool Adire.
Rauf, was in shirt and jean
Our August visitor for the Iftar.
Different countries on the same plate
The love of the holy month of Ramadhan.
We all belong to a country, our father
Our mother, in the same language
I speak Yoruba and he Arabic
I will never forget you in
my heart; for our Chem.
Is one and one only.
Our beautiful
Islam.

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*Day 13*

*We Pray*

I want to eat
I want to fast
I want to break
For you Allah.

I want to start
I want to pray
All in my Sujud
Your name I chant.

I bow my head
My trust's in You
Forgive me Allah!
My parents and kin

Those friends I know
The ones in grief
We fall in repentance
We pray! Ameen.

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*Day 14*

*As The Days Count*

As the days count
As the nights fall
As we sleep
when we
ought to be awake.

As we ignore water
when we are in dire need
to quench our thirst.

As we go steadily
when we are suppose to rush;
As beautiful as she looks
Reduced is her weight, but
I dare not touch what I am entitled to.
She is like water
She is like my food,
But Ramadhan is on.....

I must give
I must take
I must forgive
I must let go
If I must take
It is from You
All is in Your obedience
to attain piety.
O Allah!
Accept my offerings.

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*Day 15*

*A Moment Of Happiness*

A moment of happiness
When you and I are here
Under the moon as He watches
Our obedience to His command.

A moment of happiness
When we are certain of our plea
Written down and taken afar
In the deep street of Sidratul Muntaha

A moment of happiness
When the days are very near
When we will be at default setting
And our ShareIt will connect, directly to Allah.

A moment of happiness
When no one will disturb your peace
And the angels on you shall pray
And by Allah you'll be reminded with love.

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