Iraqi sad poetry

Iraqi sad poetry

_ These are some sad poems that I present to you:

How are you, my love, you have changed? This is not your property

I, the one who has my eyes, gave them to you as a gift

I upset you with a word and that he didn't know??

I apologize, I swear to God, and put your hand in it

I love you sincerely, not the love of these days

And your name is on me. I bring an ID

How tall you are, the dizziness of the universe

Your dog is gone, I swear if she came, it would be lost

Excuse me after I get upset about the situation

And he will eat you and eat it

Your love destroyed me and these people forgot me

And it's what I didn't miss, and what's wrong with him?

Give me the solution to this problem

How often does a brother blame his brother?

Don't disagree, I accept all Hajji Al-Yankal

I do not accept your anger, dear one

Why are you silent, my love? What's wrong with you?

Accept Inhan and spare me the harm

And accept the gloating from afar

He betrayed his lover and took away his love

If you accept this argument, please call me today

And from this moment on, I will eat you

And if someone loves you, it's not a word of rebuke

I will leave you with my dog ​​and close the door with it

_I want to scream and tell people about the intercourse between me

Jumna longing became years after betraying me

And I didn't close my eyes to watch my eyes

I call out to the night and shout they love me

The echo answers me and says I love you, my eyes see

I became a page withered branch and in the desert you planted me

And live the rest of the heartbreaks, even if Ktrat soothes me

Excuse me

_ We closed your page and ended the topic

Past tense verb: I was cleared and the time was over

I look forward to kissing you when you leave

Wash my pride and ask for help

It's true, my grandfather stumbled when I saw your height

But I wouldn't let you down when you fell

I healed my wound and did not ask for help

Because I know the one who collapses his eyelids to support him

The moon is bigger and the stars are smaller

But the poison is not solved by the camera alone

And if you are silent, you will see that it is not because there is no tongue

The times of silence are never the same as pilgrimage

And the one who shakes hands with your touch is dry

Don't blame him and take pride in his arrogance

Whoever writes poetry, do not think anything wrong

The bulbul is in the cage from a singing bird

What prevents you from being overthrown after your tears?

They ignore the tear and swelling of the eye

A soul without farewell and no trace

He who writes on the sand knows the value of his books

I liked it

_ I need you to warm his painting in the summer

How are you, my soul?? And you know the soul pledged allegiance to him, the highest status for you and my years

I love you, but I am afraid if you let me die while you know me

Therefore, when I am upset, do not worry about it, do not reconcile with me, and do not even argue with me

I stay alone with him alone, his land, and I come back to you and laugh at him alone, and you satisfy me

Oh, the greatest weakness that confines me to you alone, and it is a pain that can only comfort me

Oh, every pulse speaks of your thickness and your love walks with my blood in the middle of my arteries

Your eyelid screams every time you blink, and if you don't believe me... I'll close my eyes

I am never thirsty for bread, no, I swear, but I am thirsty when you come to satisfy me

I long for your touch and your laugh, I yearn for you, and I fly with the star to whomever you trouble me

I weigh all my words and steps against others, but with you all my scales are imbalanced

I need you to be warm, even in the summer. I need you to have tenderness and love to cover me

Even if there is sun and heat, people die. I wait for you to come with your sun to warm me

He consumes my perfume, you and all my scents, oh the best spring with its dryness that quenches my thirst

Let me put your dog on top and let him nap and sleep, and let me put your pen on his shelf

As long as I am on your land, even if I die and you will never think... I am afraid that you will avoid me...

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It's my mother and the pain of the wicket melts me and I feel the soul has gone and built ***

You set yourself up in the middle of the heart, your cradle gives light to the eyes, and my ribs guard you from the evils of the clear, and the loudest you shake the cradle builds. I stayed up for two years, and the ghosts of staying up late are going to bless me. ***

You grow up and hope builds. I grow up with you to your home, whoever you call upon eagerly, I meet you. My eyes are repulsed by your height, and the liver takes care of you. I don’t know if you will go and be lost from me. ***

Where are the years of my glorious life, congratulations to you. Where are the nights that build what I stayed up for over you? You will quickly go away from me and I will not realize that I lost you and I will be cut off from you after I think. ***

The mother wails, the child has disappeared from her. How will her son be lost from her? He will not stop working for her and will not be afraid of her, and I, unlike you, are as hard as a rock, and my soul is ***

I lived with you, O bastard, and I told me that I raised you from me, and you would be lost and you would go away. If I had known about the blackness of my eyes, I would have embraced you. After you, I would not have carried this thorn in my ear. ***

O you who have lit a bright candle in my house, and you face of innocence who lives in my thoughts, I yearn for you, who builds my day and night, and even the sad women are frightened by your longing *** ‏

After you, I spend my day sad. Night comes and I embrace my worries. Every moment I wake up terrified of my sleep. You have died. You have died. My genie has died. ***

I left with a hole of sadness in my heart, and like a dove, I separated you, and I went crazy. I wish you would prevent me from burying me. I wish you could bury me in your hand, my soulmate.***