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
