Showing posts with label Idil Ahmed Mahamed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Idil Ahmed Mahamed. Show all posts

Monday, February 18, 2013

Poet of the week (POW): Idil Ahmed Mahamed



Would you please introduce yourself to the readers?

Well hello there folks, I'm Idil Ahmed Mahamed

I'm one of the few poets who shared their poem's in the beginning and helped out Halima


When did you first start writing poetry and was there any particular incidents in your life that inspired you to write?

It was recently that I found a report on my self when I was 7 years of age, and the teacher explained to my mother that I was an imaginative girl, and that I loved looking into ancient history, made me smile because I was always like this, I've had the love and passion for putting my experience, my imagination and what I've learnt onto paper.

then when I was about 11-12 years of age, I wanted to put my emotions somewhere, I was deeply sadden to certain unfortunate events during my life, and when my Uncle died it was just a huge stamp on my life and mother, and I tired to put my imagination onto paper and tried to put closure for myself and wrote it down that I got to say good bye properly.

Later when I felt I got a tad better with my poetry, I had a tutor who was quite strict and who wished the best for me and my sisters, I was depressed with life, I couldn't focus with high school, although I could do it, but I had no mentor no one in my life to warn me of the consequences of my future. I was pretty much not confident about myself when it came to education and what I wanted to be and to reveal my passion and dreams. He kept bugging me about reading more, until one day he set me up some homework with a title and
with that title I had to write a poem, when he eventually read it he was very surprised that I wrote it and that was my first compliment I ever got and that just push me even more into embracing poetry, I never had the chance to tell him that I wanted to be a poet/writer but I'm in this stage in my life wheres I believe I can be anything now and when I do achieve to be anything. I'll send him a gold watch well that's what he asked for me to give him if I made it big.

And last but not least my cousin Abdilahi Ahmed, who encouraged me and stroked my ego here and there who has his own page called KOW media so like the page, yes I am involving some advertisement, so check it out people.

What does "being creative" mean to you?

I think its cool, a beautiful gift to have. I may not be a genius when it comes to maths nor I'm I a scientist, but I'm good with words.

What do you try to communicate with your poetry?

Its mostly being creative, sometimes I could be angry at myself with life I use all that pain and sadness and write a heart breaking poem or rant, but with my poems I use it to connect with people with everything, something they can relate to. the most is when I'm thinking out of the box from the note book to girl interrupted. what do you do when you go into a dry spell of some sort or how do you write another piece when you have been away from it for some time? Erm I have no problem there.

Do you sit and think through every word of every stanza or do you just write freely and allow the words to flow?

I free style...Holla and I also sing it out. :D
Who are some of your favorite poets?

Mine is mostly Nas the rapper/poet.

Gaariye i liked him because he was thinking out of the box, may Allaah have mercy on his soul.

Tupac rapper/poet -RIP

and my Grand father he was a poet to, I like to say I got the creative side from him, may Allaah have mercy on his soul.

who are your favorite Somalia's nations poets?

I don't have a fav poet on the somalia's nations poets page..cos well I see you all as competition duh *coughs coughs* like I wrote a poem about this issue long ago I let my emotions out, I made it very clear (poem called "Dear Ismail, Pen 'n'paper and Hamza".) ( I joke I Joke)
What advice do you have for aspiring poets? Any word of advice for closet poets?

follow your passion, if its little or big, because that would be your drive to live in this world, that joy that would make you smile.

Anything else you would like to share?

I'll like to say Thank you for Halima to have the courage to make this group page and all the other pages, and to to bring us all together and to share our thoughts our sorrow's all on the Somalia Nation Poets Group Page.

the way our older generation would gather around to share their poetry, we found another way to speak up since we've been separated since the war, its nice to see our culture is still rooted within us no matter where we are, if our land has been turned to dust our poetry speaks out as an supplication we didn't notice that truly lights up.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Desert Soul


Empty like clear glass,
trying to remember you
I wish I had the courage to hold on,
wishing those feelings would last,
but I feel sad that your end 
your feelings were the past,
so what I'm I gripping on to,
a walking desert soul
 with bitter tears to feed too.

I felt that you loved me,
but i know you buried that 
deep in a hole within you,
denying your true feelings 
and how i mean to you,
soon would my love die too?
I pray that it does,

I hope your wounds get healed,
and that the love we had is concealed,
we peeled at each others desert soul,
and let a flower group and grow
and our soul grew,
i want to truly feel the saying 
"Let Go,Let God"
over the horizon blue sky,
tears of a grey cloud,
the Lord works in miraculous ways,
I know you whispered you loved me. 

and I know it hurts you cant have me
and I cant have you
so my tears go in the palm of my hands
that's where my love would go
crying please Lord heal this broken heart.
help me to forget, help me to let go.


Idil Ahmed Mahamed
Copyright © 2013

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

{Group poem 26: New Beginnings} Idil


I've let the past steal
the present away from me
I had to let go
 to forgive so I could breath
 to cry out so the pain would relief
and to think blood was thicker then water
 was I truly revealed to see that nothing was real
and everything that I knew was true and beautiful
was under the desert sands of Arabia 
buried away 
and those tears forever stayed
with every prayer I hope time would heal 
mend what ever was broken 
to erase the torture of the unseen 
and to know as much as I am really alone 
to say it out loud Oh how the truth just kills
I'll take this journey with Al muqeet
Because Allaah is my family.

Idil Ahmed Mahamed 
Copyright © 2013

October Tears


October Tears
would I be lying if I said,
it made me stronger
when I was confronted with my fears

should of known October was to come 
October Tears 
the days I lost my soul
but that was last year 
so its again funny 
how history repeats its self
or I'm I sure its been 
following me through here
hurting me day by day 

Ibliss I know you love these tears 
I keep crying to my self
oh how you whisper to my ears
I don't want to lose myself 
hate how it feels 
I cry to my Lord 

Mix state of mind 
there's no life to my eyes 
hate this life
sharp shinny things
used to appeal 
before they used to heal 
but I know it was stupid 

October Tears 
surly October thirteen 
should be different 
feeling a little different 
ready to get rid of this chronic pain 
I know its choking me once again
when I let the tears flow 
I just wish I could talk to someone 

but it hurts so much 
that you seem to come to 
me as your dearly companion 
and I just want you 
to leave me alone 

making supplication 
was the way to go
now you don't exist 
once again like a ghost 

October Tears 
I was confronted with so many fears 
I think I'm stronger. 

Idil Ahmed Mahamed 
Copyright © 2012

Gaariye (So October begins)


Your soul has departed from this world
but your words will be
 uttered of the ones who weep
and your Poems will live
deep within your words 
You'll truly be missed 
most inspiring poet I ever read 
the genius who made words come to life 

death seems like an unwanted surprise
and life is a trail full of cries 
reading your poems 
entwined my mind 
So October begins 
rain falls from the skies of the undying blue 

Oh how we all have secrets King gooja 
poetry is the whispers
 of our crying souls
shhhh... as the rain falls
So October begins 
we sing your poetry 
whisper under our breath 
and when I'm done writing 
I sigh and turn 

and see King Gooja's hidden secret 
just like the
 kudu's horns reappear 

Idil Ahmed Mahamed 
Copyright © 2012

Incapable of Loving


Everyone wants to be loved
but I'm incapable of loving 
although that's what it may seem
I wish he loved me

The love you gave is all dead
I'm once again incapable of loving


wish I knew it was unreal
Shouldn't have loved you  
because you never loved me at all, 
shouldn't wasted all my love 
you wasn't worth loving.   
wasn't worth knowing
wasn't worth nothing

The love you gave is all dead
I'm I once again incapable of loving 

baby I swear I thought you was the one
shouldn't have loved you at all 
I just want to be in love with someone else
who wants me

The Love you gave is all dead
I'm I once again incapable of loving

do you not think I hurt at all
I just want to be in love 
with someone else
it hurts to be myself 

The Love you gave is all dead
I wonder if I am incapable of loving 
I wish you loved me 

Idil Ahmed Mahamed 
Copyright © 2012

Day 8 (Ramadan Poems): Idil Ahmed Mahamed


The Ramadan that I remember.

The Ramadan that I remember 
the pain is coming back to me
the days I counted and I never thought 
the coming Eid that you'd be gone,
felt so hurt and so alone,
everything of you was all gone just gone 
and silence is what I remembered and many tears 
they screamed at me "he is dead"
put my spirit down 
and I died too 
and your last words keep replaying in my mind
and the kindness you gave is all gone just gone
and the poor cried out your name 
what a great man you was 
I cry every other night that you died 
and he lived 
The Ramadan that I remember 
where I had no importance ,
wheres I felt I had no family 
No One 
and you was my family 
when you died they died too
no sunshine no happiness anymore 
The Ramadan that I remember 
when you died alone. 

Idil Ahmed Mahamed 
Copyright © 2012

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Abti Nasir


whats keeping me going in this world
is that death will come 
imagining heaven and fearing hell
one day hoping I'll reunite with you
every jummah pray i make my dua's 
for you and the ones we've lost
sending you my love
Abti Nasir you truly deserve Jannah

when i look at a picture of you and your children,
i still break down and cry
it hurt when i heard you died
at that time i couldn't cry
held a firm grip into asking why
i felt like it was a lie
and the tears started to entwine 
wish it was me instead 
never knew missing anyone can torture ones soul
I've lost my mind in this dragging hole
I've missed the souls you raised 
it hurts I cant be apart of their lives 
and there will always be a hole
knowing I haven't got nothing of you

i just wonder if they ever remember us altogether
when we were all happy 
childhood days were full of bliss 
before it was disturbed with a haunting twist
heart breaking to even think
all this sadness I'm about to be sick.   
even though they may hate me
I'll love them anyway

wouldn't believe whats been happening ever since 
your last breath 
how Allah is putting us through the biggest test
there are so many things that people should confess
let you be and put you at rest
11 years on awards and we are still in the worst mess
but inshaaAllah with Allah's help it would be resolved
because theres nothing I can do or anyone else

Abti Nasir we just miss you 
and for all the things you done we truly appreciate it
and I want to help you too
the way you gave zakat   
I'll hand it over in behalf of your name
the way you and my hoyo would walk around the kaaba together
I'll walk around the kaaba in behalf of your name
servant of Allah, the helper and protector 
and what you truly did you helped us 
and I never felt more safe 
one day all this sadness will diminish  
all this pain would just finish 
one day inshaaAllah I'll be there with you 
with your children and grandchildren 
with your hoyo and abo 
with your wife
and your siblings 
and there Allah promises us happiness 
for entity  
O how Allah is so merciful 
knowing there would be one day a
stop to this pain and these falling tears. 

Idil Ahmed Mahamed 
Copyright © 2012

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Drain

never felt so spiritless, 
stuck in a bubble of my own conscious, 
knowing my mind is here to deceive,
need to cut it to be free  
drowning, need to breath, 
drowning in to deep 
dripping from my finger tips, 
I should of have let you save me, 
I know I wouldn't have been like this,
dripping onto the carpet,
looking at my reflection in the mirror
 I know I've let myself go to far,
screaming to my self
what I'm doing can put me straight to hell.
I hear ringing in my ears
nothing is clear
but I know what I fear
trapped within this torment,
my heart skips knowing I'm haunted  
I can't even save myself,
weak beneath my breathe,
should I dial nine,nine,nine
or let my self die?
Cold sweat and the nerves start to hit, 
I should have let you save me, 
just save me, like you promised before,
and heal my wounds,
as I know you would,
red all over my wrist,
I feel so misplaced and so used. 
I honestly don't know what to do,
wish I could be with you,
be with anyone really,
to feel wanted to feel like I'm worth something,
see I cant cry 
but my whole life has been a lie,
never felt so spiritless, 
stuck in a bubble of my own conscious. 

 Idil Mahamed 
Copyright © 2011 

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Group Poem 23 (Heartbreak Poems): Full Moon Falling

If we could be 
if only you wanted me
so simple minded 
hard headed 
how could I think we could fit 
breaking up inside 
with all the mind games
my mind is about to split 

breaking inside as my heart wonders off
through your false promises 
and the lies I once adored 
wasting my love for nothing 
my soul burned up to ashes 
say you love me the words 
I've been chasing 
A memory I thought would once happen 
but you've been dragging me for to long 
so I know now
I'm no longer yours now

cant believe I could even imagine 
us being together
no one knows your a heart breaker
cutting the veins of all hearts 
so sad that I thought 
you was that one prince 
the man who manged
to own my tears 


thank you for that satisfying 
sheer deception 
nothing between me and you 
was ever real 
so if I'm sinking 
like the full moon falling 
so take it as a farewell from here
My Dear 
Its Over

 Idil Mahamed 
Copyright © 2011 

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Group Poem 1: Somalia TNP

Somalia - TNP unites us in scripture
We all can paint a perfect picture
Like a mirror it helps us reflect
Bringing forth our greater intellect
Somalia TNP is vital , just like an umbilical cord
Convincing us that the pen is mightier then the sword
Ismail Mohamed

With the pen, I write with fire and flames
Words like glowing passion
Heat flowing through the paper
Aphrodisiac in my pen
I embrace you in lust
The feeling is indescribable
You feel the desire and yearn for it
Like a drug I set up word that is poisoning you
Words to the effect of causing an end.
 
 Zana Haji Hashi 

And, to what seems like the end, it all started when the rules were bending.
And down deep the burial ground of the people aren’t buried well.
Our heroes took their lives to mend things for our wealth.
Playing tricks were the reasoning for such pain.
And that gun shots sadly are used for being heard.
And singing birds aren’t recognized at all and seeing green and true beauty of nature, seems like our mind and imagination is playing games.
But remember it won’t and that it can’t be the end now.
Keeping in faith seems too hard to keep a grip holding tight and holding tears, seems so hard to not break at all.
 
Idil Ahmed Mahamed

But, Somalia is the unbreakable nation for it is all about:
Our land, our pride, our home,
Our poems, our literature, our arts,
Our beauty, our culture, our nomadic traditions,
Our families, our values, our religion.
We are the land of poets,
The land that still persists,
The land that still prevails,
And the land that still yearns for peace,
For peace will surely knock at our doorsteps, saying “Honey, I am home”
We are the poets, of today and tomorrow.
Somalia- The Nation of poets
aims to protect this tradition,
celebrate it with the world,
and inspire the youth to remember,
remember that our adults communicated
through poetic verses with golden glints.
And we aim to celebrate and embrace that!
Somalia ha noolato.
 Halima Ali Ahmed

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Apologies from a poet

I don’t know where to start
But my anger sure went too far
Sorry to the people of TNP
But I had to say what,
I had to say, to get off my chest
Must have looked like a bloody mess
But here I am saying sorry
True apologies from a poet

Even if you didn’t notice me
But that was my argument poetry
I’m a poet damn it, hello I’m here
I should get a lot of credit you know
After poem after poem and nothing
Okay I’m sorry that was 
a cheap way of saying, how I feel
To cocky and rude but hey didn’t mean it
But truly in my sad little heart

I am apologising and no it isn’t
Any way of using it sarcastically
So I should just list it here and come forth
Realise my jealous behaviour
And apologise to those who I may have attacked

Sorry to Ismail it was just
mood swings of mines
It’s a woman thang
Sorry Hamza for objectifying you
But it’s your fault do you know
Your fitnah to the ladies

And sorry Pen ‘N’ Paper
That response to me was just beautiful
And I’ll always keep it with me
You swept me off my feet
You just smooth man
And I’ll like to say haha
To the women of this page and your fan base
PEN ‘N’PAPER WORTE A POEM ABOUT ME

To you three who are so talented
And the rest of the poets in this joint
Yes I said joint I can be hip to.
Somali-The nation of Poets
In our selves there’s a poet in all of us
With different flows and ways of the words
Stories and fantasies that we share  
Which are untold?
So Ramadan is around the corner
so please forgive me, and my childish ways
These are after all apologies from a poet
I’m sorry to you all and Thank you.

Idil Mahamed 
Copyright ©2011