love poems

Love is inspiring poets, and there are many poems about love, some of them have long hair and some have short hair, and their topics varied between love, spinning, longing, distance and many others, and this type of poetry is the closest to people’s hearts, so in this article we will present to you the most beautiful poems about love.

Nizar Qabbani’s poetry about love

my lady

You were the most important woman in my history

Before the year passed, you are now the most important woman after the birth of this year

You are a woman that I do not count by hours and days

You are a woman made of the fruit of hair and the gold of dreams

You are a woman who inhabited my body millions of years ago

O my lady: O woven of cotton and clouds, O rain of ruby, O rivers of breasts, O woods of marble

O you who swim like fish in the water of the heart

It lives in the eyes like a flock of pigeons

Nothing will change in my feelings, in my feelings, in my faith, for I will remain on the religion of Islam.

My lady, do not worry about the rhythm of time and the names of the years

You are a woman who remains a woman at all times

I will love you in the twenty-first century, in the twenty-fifth and in the twenty-ninth century

And I will love you when the seas dry up and the forests burn

O my lady: you are the essence of all poetry and the flower of all freedoms

It is enough for me to spell your name to become the king of poetry and the pharaoh of words

It is enough for a woman to love me like you so that I can enter the history books

And raise the flags for me

O my lady, do not be troubled like a bird in the time of feasts

Nothing will change from me, the river of love will never stop flowing

The heartbeat will not stop beating

Hair shyness will never stop flying

When the love is big and the beloved is the moon, this love will not turn into a bale of hay consumed by the fire

O my lady: there is nothing that fills my eyes, neither lights, nor decorations, nor feast bells, nor Christmas trees.

The street means nothing to me, the bars mean nothing to me

I don’t care what words are written on holiday cards

My lady: I ​​only remember your voice when the holiday bells ring

I do not remember, but when I sleep on perfume herbs paper

I only remember your face when it roars over my snow clothes and I hear the crackling of the logs

What makes me happy, my lady, to pile up like a frightened bird among the groves of fringes

What fascinates me, my lady, is that you give me a pen of ink pens so I can hug him and sleep happily like children

O my lady: How happy I am in my exile to drip hair water and drink from the wine of the monks

What is my strength when I am a friend of freedom and man?

My lady: how I wish I loved you in the age of enlightenment, in the age of photography, and in the age of pioneers

How I wish to meet you one day in Florence, Cordoba, Kufa, Aleppo, or a house in the lanes of Levant.

My lady: how I wish we traveled to a country ruled by a guitar, where love without walls, words without walls, and dreams without walls

My lady, do not worry about the future, my lady, my longing will remain stronger than it was and fiercer than it was

You are a woman who will not be repeated in the history of roses

And in the history of poetry, and in the memory of lily and basil

O Lady of the world: I will only be preoccupied with your love in the coming days.

You are my first woman

my first mom

my first womb

my first passion

first estrous

A lifeline in the time of the flood

My Lady: Oh, First Lady of Poetry

Give me your right hand so that I can hide in it

Bring your left hand so that I can settle in it

Say any love phrase when the holidays begin

Al-Mutanabbi’s poetry about love

insomnia on insomnia and like me insomnia

And the atmosphere increases, and the lessons that shine

And the atmosphere increases, and the lessons that shine

And the atmosphere increases, and the lessons that shine

And the atmosphere increases, and the lessons that shine

And the atmosphere increases, and the lessons that shine

Strive to be as I see it

a squinting eye and a thumping heart

a squinting eye and a thumping heart

a squinting eye and a thumping heart

a squinting eye and a thumping heart

a squinting eye and a thumping heart

No lightning appeared or a bird sang

Unless I bent over and had an interesting heart

Unless I bent over and had an interesting heart

Unless I bent over and had an interesting heart

Unless I bent over and had an interesting heart

Unless I bent over and had an interesting heart

I tried from the fire of passion what you extinguished

the fire of burning and consuming what it burns

the fire of burning and consuming what it burns

the fire of burning and consuming what it burns

the fire of burning and consuming what it burns

the fire of burning and consuming what it burns

And I treated the people of love until I tasted it

I was amazed how he who does not love dies

I was amazed how he who does not love dies

I was amazed how he who does not love dies

I was amazed how he who does not love dies

I was amazed how he who does not love dies

I apologized to them and realized that I was guilty of

I lent them and found out from them what they found

I lent them and found out from them what they found

I lent them and found out from them what they found

I lent them and found out from them what they found

I lent them and found out from them what they found

Build our father, we are the people of mansions

The crow of the two never croaks

The crow of the two never croaks

The crow of the two never croaks

The crow of the two never croaks

The crow of the two never croaks

We cry over the world and there is no coven

the world brought them together and they did not separate

the world brought them together and they did not separate

the world brought them together and they did not separate

the world brought them together and they did not separate

the world brought them together and they did not separate

Where is the first mighty occassion?

Hoard up treasures, and there was nothing left

Hoard up treasures, and there was nothing left

Hoard up treasures, and there was nothing left

Hoard up treasures, and there was nothing left

Hoard up treasures, and there was nothing left

From everyone who narrowed the space with his army

Until he buried his content to a narrow limit

Until he buried his content to a narrow limit

Until he buried his content to a narrow limit

Until he buried his content to a narrow limit

Until he buried his content to a narrow limit

Mute when they wish, as if they did not know

For them to speak is absolutely permissible

For them to speak is absolutely permissible

For them to speak is absolutely permissible

For them to speak is absolutely permissible

For them to speak is absolutely permissible

Death is coming, and souls are precious

and the one who is arrogant with what the fool has

and the one who is arrogant with what the fool has

and the one who is arrogant with what the fool has

and the one who is arrogant with what the fool has

and the one who is arrogant with what the fool has

A person hopes and life is delicious

And the young man is more resilient, and the young man is more cunning

And the young man is more resilient, and the young man is more cunning

And the young man is more resilient, and the young man is more cunning

And the young man is more resilient, and the young man is more cunning

And the young man is more resilient, and the young man is more cunning

And I wept for the youth, and when did you die?

a blackness and a watery glow on my face

a blackness and a watery glow on my face

a blackness and a watery glow on my face

a blackness and a watery glow on my face

a blackness and a watery glow on my face

beware of him before the day of his parting

Until I almost shone with the water of my lids,

Until I almost shone with the water of my lids,

Until I almost shone with the water of my lids,

Until I almost shone with the water of my lids,

Until I almost shone with the water of my lids,

As for the Banu Aws bin Maan bin Al-Ridha,

The dearest is the one to whom the ainaq are challenged

The dearest is the one to whom the ainaq are challenged

The dearest is the one to whom the ainaq are challenged

The dearest is the one to whom the ainaq are challenged

The dearest is the one to whom the ainaq are challenged

I grew up around their homes when they seemed

Of them are the suns, but not the East

Of them are the suns, but not the East

Of them are the suns, but not the East

Of them are the suns, but not the East

Of them are the suns, but not the East

And I was amazed from the land of the clouds of their palms

From their tops, and their rocks do not sprout

From their tops, and their rocks do not sprout

From their tops, and their rocks do not sprout

From their tops, and their rocks do not sprout

From their tops, and their rocks do not sprout

and smells of goodness of praise for them

In every place inhale the nostrils

In every place inhale the nostrils

In every place inhale the nostrils

In every place inhale the nostrils

In every place inhale the nostrils

Except that it is a savage without them

I want like Muhammed in our time

I want like Muhammed in our time

I want like Muhammed in our time

I want like Muhammed in our time

I want like Muhammed in our time

Do not test us with the unattainable

The Most Merciful did not create like Muhammad

The Most Merciful did not create like Muhammad

The Most Merciful did not create like Muhammad

The Most Merciful did not create like Muhammad

The Most Merciful did not create like Muhammad

No one thinks that he does not create

O He who gives and has much

O He who gives and has much

O He who gives and has much

O He who gives and has much

O He who gives and has much

that I have to take it as alms

rain down the clouds of your goodness on me abundantly

rain down the clouds of your goodness on me abundantly

rain down the clouds of your goodness on me abundantly

rain down the clouds of your goodness on me abundantly

rain down the clouds of your goodness on me abundantly

And look at me with mercy, I will not drown

The son of an actor who said in his ignorance

The son of an actor who said in his ignorance

The son of an actor who said in his ignorance

The son of an actor who said in his ignorance

The son of an actor who said in his ignorance

Poetry about love by Abu al-Qasim al-Shabi

You are as sweet as childhood, as dreams

Like the melody, like the new dawn

Like the melody, like the new dawn

Like the melody, like the new dawn

Like the melody, like the new dawn

Like the melody, like the new dawn

Like the laughing sky, like the moonlit night

Like a rose, like a newborn’s smile

Like a rose, like a newborn’s smile

Like a rose, like a newborn’s smile

Like a rose, like a newborn’s smile

Like a rose, like a newborn’s smile

What meekness and beauty

And the youth of Menem Amloud

And the youth of Menem Amloud

And the youth of Menem Amloud

And the youth of Menem Amloud

And the youth of Menem Amloud

What a purity that evokes reverence

In the stubborn naughty Mohja

In the stubborn naughty Mohja

In the stubborn naughty Mohja

In the stubborn naughty Mohja

In the stubborn naughty Mohja

What a delicacy that almost flutters roses

them in boulder rock

them in boulder rock

them in boulder rock

them in boulder rock

them in boulder rock

Anything for you? Are you Fiennes

I faltered again

I faltered again

I faltered again

I faltered again

I faltered again

To restore youth and sweet joy

For the unfortunate world brig

For the unfortunate world brig

For the unfortunate world brig

For the unfortunate world brig

For the unfortunate world brig

The most beautiful poems of love and spinning