Heart crying poems

Captive song poem

Mahmoud Darwish says:

waved, oh handkerchiefs my love

alayka Salam!

You say more than he says

Mourn lament

And more than a tear

Behind an eyelid.. he sleeps

On the runaway dream!

Opened, my love windows

The city passes

Before you, the wedding of tyrants

A lament for a sad mother

And behind the curtains, our satellites

Musty residue

And my cell... is locked!

Polluted, oh childhood cups

With the taste of alcohol

We drank, we drank

Heedless of the thirsty lips

And we said:

We fear for our lips

We are afraid of dew.. and rust!

And our session, like time, is stingy

And between you and me is a river of blood

Hanging, dear eyes

On a string of light

Fracture of two eyeballs

Don't you know that I am

captive two?

My wings: you and my freedom

You sleep behind strange banks

I love you, like this, twins!

A poem that widows and orphans have despaired

Farazdaq says:

The widows and orphans have despaired

And the seekers of custom when the news met them

Ibn Layla overtook him in the land of the Nile.

They are hastening to the favor of fate

When they finished at the door, he was reaching it

It has a lot and it is known to dawn

They said we buried Ibn Layla, so he started it for them.

From tears on her days pearls

From eyes I knew that there was no barrier for them

And no food if the decision blows

remained at his grave asking forgiveness for him

They may say that we have lessons

They kiss dust on top of it

As the stone is accepted in the stone

God has a land whose shrine is his garden

And how is it buried in the moonless moon?

Poem I ask you to leave

Nizar Qabbani says:

Let's break up a bit..

For the good of this love, my love

And our good..

Let's part a little

Because I want you to love me more

I want you to hate me a little bit

Exactly what we have...

From a precious memory that was on both of us..

Truly a wonderful...

It's still engraved on our mouths

It is still engraved on us.

By the truth of the letters you wrote to me..

And your face planted like a rose inside me..

And your remaining love is on my hair, on my fingertips

For our memories

And our beautiful sadness and smile

And our love that has become greater than our words

Bigger than our lips.

Truly the sweetest love story in our lives

I ask you to leave

Let's break up, dear ones.

Birds in every season.

Hills leave..

And the sun, my love.

You are sweeter when you try to be absent

Be in my life doubt and torment

Be a legend once..

Once upon a time...

Have a question in my mouth

The answer is not known

For a wonderful love

He lives in the heart and eyelashes

And to always be beautiful

And to be closer

I ask you to go...

Let's part.. and we are lovers..

Let's part despite all the love and tenderness

Through tears, my love

I want you to see me

And through fire and smoke

I want you to see me..

Let's burn.. Let's cry, my love

We have forgotten

The blessing of crying from time to time

let's part..

So that our love does not become habitual

And our longing is ashes..

Flowers wither in pots.

Rest assured, my little one

Your love is still full of eyes and conscience

And I am still taken with your great love

I still dream of you being mine.

Oh my knight, you and my prince

But I.. but I..

I am afraid of my affection

I am afraid of my feelings

I'm afraid we'll get tired of our longings

I'm afraid of us..

I'm afraid of our hugs..

In the name of wonderful love

Blossom like spring in our depths..

Shine like the sun in our eyes

In the name of the sweetest love story of our time

I ask you to leave..

For our love to be beautiful.

So that he may live long.

I ask you to leave...

A poem that does not excuse him, for the torment makes him fond

Ibn Zureik al-Baghdadi says:

Do not punish him, for torture makes him sick

You have told the truth, but he will not hear it.

You exceeded a limit in his blame that harmed him

Assuming that the blame works for him

So use kindness in reprimanding him instead.

Whoever punishes him is a painful heartache

he was well versed in speeches

the dowry's ribs were narrowed

It suffices him from the anguish of distraction that he has

From the cores every day what terrifies him

I never wanted to travel except that I disturbed him

An opinion to travel with determination to take it

As if he is on a journey and on a journey

Entrusted with God's space, Ithrah

The time I see in leaving rich

Even if he goes to the dam, he is pushing it

The greed refuses only to dethrone him

For sustenance like this and how many who deposit it

And what man's struggle leads him to

sustenance and a person's supplication cuts it off

God has distributed among creation their sustenance

God did not create a creation to waste

But they were assigned to be careful, so you don't see

A mercenary, but the ends convince him

And being careful about sustenance, and the sustenance has been divided

Unjustly

And the dowry is given to the boy from where he refuses it.

inheritance and prevent him from where he covets

God entrusted me with a moon in Baghdad

With Al-Karkh from the orbit of the buttons, its beginning

I said goodbye to him and I wish he would say goodbye to me

The purity of life and I do not leave it

How clinging to me on the day of departure sacrificed

And my tears are beginnings and tears

God does not lie, the dress of patience is pierced

For me to separate him, but to patch him up

I am the widest excuse for his crime

Evidence from him and my crime does not expand it

I was given a king, and I did not improve his policy

And whoever does not rule the kingdom dethrones it.

And from tomorrow wearing the garment of bliss without

thanks for it, for God removes it

I objected to Khali after his separation

a cup of it as much as I drink

How many told me I tasted the evidence I told him

Sin, by God, is my sin, I cannot repel it

Didn't you stay, so adulthood was all of it

If only on the day when adulthood follows it

I cut off my days and make them disappear

With anguish in my heart, you cut him off

By whom, when the sleeper falls asleep, I spend the night for him

A sip of it Layla, I don't sleep with him

A bed next to me is not reassured, and so on

He is not reassured by his bed girl

I didn't think the dowry would hurt me.

with it, and I will not stop the days that afflict him

Until the clear between us took place with one hand

Israa prevented me from my luck and prevented him

I was suspicious of my dowry, desperate for a difference.

I did not stand up to what I was afraid of

By God, the house of living that I studied

Its effects have been pardoned since the age of four

Is time repeating our pleasure in you?

The mother of the nights she spent brings him back

Under God's protection whomever became his home

And Gaith is serious about your riches

He who has a covenant with me that he will not lose as

He has a covenant of friendship that I will not lose

And whoever cracks my heart is mentioned, and if

A reminder of my heart ran over his heart

I will be patient with a dowry that does not give me enjoyment

By him or by me in case he enjoys it

Knowing that my continence is obstructing the vagina

So the matter is narrower if you think of making it wider.

May the nights that have long separated us

my body one day you will collect me and collect it

And if one of us befalls his death

So what is God's judgment that he makes?

A poem for I am strange

Bader Shaker Al-Sayyab says:

Because I'm weird

Because the beloved Iraq

Far away and here I longing

To him I call: Iraq

So from my call, weeping returns to me

The echo exploded

I feel like I've crossed the line

To the world of my response does not answer

my call

Or the branches shook

What falls apart is retaliation

stones

Stones and no fruits

And even the eyes

Stones and even humid air

Stone calls him some blood

Stone my call and rock my mouth

And my legs are wind roaming the wasteland