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[ينابيع الصفاء]

[CENTER]LOOKING FOR HOPE
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Tears won't let me
tears falls always
tears everytime
tears everywhere

I just can't stop crying
my heart now is dying
I wish that i can just flying

Everything is dark
I'm like a small fish surrounded by shark

I'm like a baby who needs his mother affection
I'm so lonely , tired and sick till the destruction
No one gave me a hand , my pain is my own and no one give an attention

completely destroyed
completely desespered
completely hurted
completely failed

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[ينابيع الصفاء]

[CENTER]Broken wings........fallen angel


[FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=6]ALways I'm Repeating the same bullshit
I Speak a lot more and more without any reaction
Saying many things,while acting the contrast
Pretending that i'lm happy,however,i'm suffering inside
ALways hiding behind that stupid,cold smile
Thinking about many things,thoughts,ideas or even plans ,
And FORTUNATELY, the contrast it happened
My Life is such a big lie,disguised on a freaky smile
Never i can feel those words of whom they look like they praise me
While , there's nothing to praise on me , only me as the big lie moving on feet
I Couldn't see the light,while they said it's lighten
I Couldn't Drow that smile,while they seem like they do , they're happy
I Couldn't move,while they're walking

[ينابيع الصفاء]

Palestine tomorrow will be free

Every day we tell each other
That this day will be the last
And tomorrow we all can go home free
And all this will finally end
Palestine tomorrow will be free


No mother no father to wipe away my tears
That’s why I won’t cry
I feel scared but I won’t show my fears
I keep my head high

Deep in my heart I never have any doubt
That Palestine tomorrow will be free
Palestine tomorrow will be free

I saw those rockets and bombs shining in the sky
Like drops of rain in the sun’s light
Taking away everyone dear to my heart
Destroying my dreams in a blink of an eye

What happened to our human rights?
What happened to the sanctity of life?

And all those other lies?
I know that I’m only a child
But is your conscience still alive

I will caress with my bare hands
Every precious grain of sand
Every stone and every tree
Cause no matter what they do
They can never hurt you
Cause your soul will always be free

Palestine tomorrow will be free


FREE PALESTINE
NEVER ENOUGH
BREAK THE ICE

[ينابيع الصفاء]

fighter
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

[myfriend]

Very nice poem.Thank you so much

[امينة العامرية]

thank you very nice poems

[ISSAM TECH]

very coooooooooooooooooooooooooooool ! Liked it

[samira585]

in my dreams............................i've seen i'm one of the pilgrims.......................... i turned around the kaaba................i repeated the words..............labaika allahouma labaika................i wished it wasn't a dream..................cause i want to be a pilgrim.............it's a good feeling .................with a real meaning.

[samira585]

very nice go ahead.

[Safety]

This is a wonderful poem by Ann Bradstreet


In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659

I had eight birds hatched in one nest,
Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.
I nursed them up with pain and care,
Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,
Till at the last they felt their wing,
Mounted the trees, and learned to sing;
Chief of the brood then took his flight
To regions far and left me quite.
My mournful chirps I after send,
Till he return, or I do end:
Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire,
Fly back and sing amidst this choir.
My second bird did take her flight,
And with her mate flew out of sight;
Southward they both their course did bend,
And seasons twain they there did spend,
Till after blown by southern gales,
They norward steered with filled sails.
A prettier bird was no where seen,
Along the beach among the treen.
I have a third of colour white,
On whom I placed no small delight;
Coupled with mate loving and true,
Hath also bid her dam adieu;
And where Aurora first appears,
She now hath perched to spend her years.
One to the academy flew
To chat among that learned crew;
Ambition moves still in his breast
That he might chant above the rest
Striving for more than to do well,
That nightingales he might excel.
My fifth, whose down is yet scarce gone,
Is 'mongst the shrubs and bushes flown,
And as his wings increase in strength,
On higher boughs he'll perch at length.
My other three still with me nest,
Until they're grown, then as the rest,
Or here or there they'll take their flight,
As is ordained, so shall they light.
If birds could weep, then would my tears
Let others know what are my fears
Lest this my brood some harm should catch,
And be surprised for want of watch,
Whilst pecking corn and void of care,
They fall un'wares in fowler's snare,
Or whilst on trees they sit and sing,
Some untoward boy at them do fling,
Or whilst allured with bell and glass,
The net be spread, and caught, alas.
Or lest by lime-twigs they be foiled,
Or by some greedy hawks be spoiled.
O would my young, ye saw my breast,
And knew what thoughts there sadly rest,
Great was my pain when I you fed,
Long did I keep you soft and warm,
And with my wings kept off all harm,
My cares are more and fears than ever,
My throbs such now as 'fore were never.
Alas, my birds, you wisdom want,
Of perils you are ignorant;
Oft times in grass, on trees, in flight,
Sore accidents on you may light.
O to your safety have an eye,
So happy may you live and die.
Meanwhile my days in tunes I'll spend,
Till my weak lays with me shall end.
In shady woods I'll sit and sing,
And things that past to mind I'll bring.
Once young and pleasant, as are you,
But former toys (no joys) adieu.
My age I will not once lament,
But sing, my time so near is spent.
And from the top bough take my flight
Into a country beyond sight,
Where old ones instantly grow young,
And there with seraphims set song;
No seasons cold, nor storms they see;
But spring lasts to eternity.
When each of you shall in your nest
Among your young ones take your rest,
In chirping ********, oft them tell,
You had a dam that loved you well,
That did what could be done for young,
And nursed you up till you were strong,
And 'fore she once would let you fly,
She showed you joy and misery;
Taught what was good, and what was ill,
What would save life, and what would kill.
Thus gone, amongst you I may live,
And dead, yet speak, and counsel give:
Farewell, my birds, farewell adieu,
I happy am, if well with you.

(http://xroads.virginia.edu/%7Ehyper/bradstreet/bradstreet.html#1)

[sihem yakouta]

it was a very nice poem, i really like it .. thnx

[sad rihab]

thank you
you'r friend *rihab*

[AymenAkremi]

مزيد من التقدم ان شاء اللله مشكووووووووور

[المستعينة بالله]

its a good idea brother

you are the best

just go on

[lunacat]

This is a wonderful poem by Ann Bradstreet
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What a beautifully written poem, i enjoyed it very much

[lunacat]

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day i had rued

Dust of snow By Robert Frost

[lunacat]

I have wished a bird would fly away
And not sing by my house all day
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if i could bare no more
The fault must partly have been in me
The bird was not to blame for his key
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song

A minor bird By Robert Frost

[عبد الله10]

السّلامُ عليكم ورحمة الله

[عبد الله10]

اللّهمَّ صلّ وبارك على سيِّدِنا محمّدٍ وعلى آلِه وصحبِهِ وسلّم

[عبد الله10]

هناك شاب ذهب للدراسه في أحد البلاد وبقي فترة من الزمن ثم رجع لبلاده واستقبله أهله أحسن استقبال ولما جاء موعد الصلاة رفض الذهاب الى المسجد وقال لا أصلي حتى تحضروا لي أكبر شيخ يستطيع الإجابة على أسئلتي الثلاثه

أحضر الأهل أحد العلماء

فسأل الشاب ما هي أسئلتك قال الشاب : وهل تظن باستطاعتك الإجابة عليها عجز عنها أناس كثيرون قبلك

قال الشيخ : هات ماعندك ونحاول بعون الله

قال الشاب : أسئلتي الثلاثة هي :

1- هل الله موجود فعلا؟ واذا كان كذلك ارني شكله؟

2- ما هو القضاء والقدر؟

3- اذا كان الشيطان مخلوقا من نار..فلماذا يلقى فيها و هي لن تؤثر فيه ؟

وما ان انتهى الشاب من الكلام حتى قام الشيخ وصفعه صفعة قوية على وجهه جعلتته يترنح من الألم

غضب الشاب وقال : لما صفعتني هل عجزت عن الإجابة ؟

قال الشيخ : كلا وانما صفعتي لك هي الإجابة

قال الشاب لم أفهم

!!!!!!!!!!!!

قال الشيخ : ماذا شعرت بعد الصفعة ؟؟

قال الشاب شعرت بألم قوي !!!

قال الشيخ : هل تعتقد ان هذا الألم موجود ؟؟

الشاب : بالطبع وما زلت أعاني منه !!!

قال الشيخ : أرني شكله

قال الشاب : لا أستطيع

قال الشيخ : فهذا جوابي على سؤالك الأول كلنا يشعر بوجود الله بآثاره وعلاماته ولكن لا نستطيع رؤيته في هذه الدنيا

ثم أردف الشيخ قائلاً : هل حلمت ليلة البارحة أن أحدا سوف يصفعك على وجهك ؟؟

قال الشاب : لا

قال الشيخ : أو هل أخبرك أحد بأنني سوف أصفعك أو كان عندك علم مسبق بها ؟؟

قال الشاب : لا

قال الشيخ : فهذا هو القضاء والقدر لا تعلم بالشيء قبل وقوعه

ثم أردف الشيخ قائلاً : يدي التي صفعتك بها مما خلقت ؟

قال الشاب : من طين

الشيخ : وماذا عن وجهك ؟

قال الشاب : من طين أيضاً

الشيخ : ماذا تشعر بعد انصفعتك ؟

الشاب : اشعر بالالم

الشيخ : تماماً .. فبالرغم من ان الشيطان مخلوق من نار .. لكن الله جعل النار مكاناً اليماً للشيطان

بعدها اقتنع الشاب وذهب للصلاة مع الشيخ وحسن اسلامه بعدما أزيلت الشبهات من عقله

وبالنهاية لايسعني سوى ان أقول :)

اللهم يا مقلب القلوب ثبت قلوبنا على دينك

رضيت بالله ربا وبالاسلام ديناً وبمحمد صلى الله عليه وسلم نبياً ورسولاً

اللهم صلَ على سيدنا محمد وعلى اله و صحبه اجمعين

[Houda 92]

good idea


it's a good place to get some fun

I love it

[هيسواف اسلام]

i am glad to read this amazing poems . really it was wonderful and good for alll you my sisters and brothers
i hope to you all the best and go ahead .

[وشَـ،ـآحْ الـصـِـبـآا]

I'm Too Big To Cry:


I never stopped to realize
How lonely I would be
I never thought the day would come
When you'd grow tired of me
Your voice was never sweeter
Than the day you said goodbye
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry
If I knew then what I know now
You'd still be kissing me
Instead there's someone else's lips
Where mine used to be
I say hello and wish you well
Each time I pass you by
But you'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry
You never looked so wonderful
As the day you walked away
I used to say, "I love you"
But that I could not say
I can't forget you darlin'
No matter how much I try
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry.

by J. J.


from fcbk ,,

[وشَـ،ـآحْ الـصـِـبـآا]

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.

A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.

My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.

When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –

Death and I so bound.