Stanza, Stanza, Stanza...
A "stanza" is a group of verses or unified group of lines in poetry. Let's create some stanzas and have fun!
Here are some from me to start off:
On the earthquake-
It is so sad, this tragedy called earthquake
Many an effort we can surely make
Please pray to Allah that this misery goes away
To make room for another bright day
On hope-
We Muslims should do everything in our power
In this testing and trying hour
To ensure that there is no more pain
And all the hopelessness is cleansed by rain
On birthdays-
One's birthday is the happiest of days
Enjoy it with a cupcake topped with chocolate glaze
Sincere well wishes and to God a humble prayer
You villagers are wonderful, 'tis I want to share
On pride-
My pride is something pure and virtuous
Like butterfly's wings so frail and thin
Autumn wind carries me to glory
All I can ask God for is an even win
On death-
Death is a given, a final destination
Let's face the music of forlorn years
It beckons with temptation
And puts at ease all our fears
On time-
But the good times are vivid memories
Of times old and past, never to be forgotten
Focus on tomorrow with hope in your heart
And learn from the wisdom of an ancient soothsayer
Ok now your turn, folks! Get your creative juices flowing (A) P:
Here are some from me to start off:
On the earthquake-
It is so sad, this tragedy called earthquake
Many an effort we can surely make
Please pray to Allah that this misery goes away
To make room for another bright day
On hope-
We Muslims should do everything in our power
In this testing and trying hour
To ensure that there is no more pain
And all the hopelessness is cleansed by rain
On birthdays-
One's birthday is the happiest of days
Enjoy it with a cupcake topped with chocolate glaze
Sincere well wishes and to God a humble prayer
You villagers are wonderful, 'tis I want to share
On pride-
My pride is something pure and virtuous
Like butterfly's wings so frail and thin
Autumn wind carries me to glory
All I can ask God for is an even win
On death-
Death is a given, a final destination
Let's face the music of forlorn years
It beckons with temptation
And puts at ease all our fears
On time-
But the good times are vivid memories
Of times old and past, never to be forgotten
Focus on tomorrow with hope in your heart
And learn from the wisdom of an ancient soothsayer
Ok now your turn, folks! Get your creative juices flowing (A) P:


