poetry about love

love

It is the transition between different feelings, different situations, ideas and directions with changing dimensions, whether it is on the level of inner love, pleasure, or the inner feeling that strongly attracts you to another person with whom you have a connection. This feeling may represent a human virtue of kindness, benevolence, communication, and tenderness. It is the sincere altruism of caring for, caring for, and protecting the good of others. It may also be considered a description of emotional and compassionate actions toward another human being, the human being himself, or all other beings. The ancient Greeks had their own definition of love: affection, intimacy, friendship, sexual desire, romance, or love for the divine.

The complexities of love, its feelings, and its different states and situations make it difficult to develop and define its own definition. As for poetry that deals with the human feeling of attraction toward another person, it has been the subject of interest for many poets and creative writers throughout the ages and different times, places, and languages. They were creative in using methods, descriptions, and similes, each according to his environment, his rhetoric, and the various factors that affect the psychology and mentality of the poet or writer.

In this report, we will discuss some of these poems that have won the admiration of many and have been immortalized in his dictionary over time, but first we must mention some of the names of the poets who occupied the throne of romantic poetry related to love, such as the Lebanese poet Gibran Khalil Gibran, and the Syrian poet Nizar Qabbani, whom some have described as He is considered a women’s poet due to his poetry that romantic poetry has achieved, as well as the poet Farouk Juwayda and the poet Mahmoud Darwish. These are considered among the most important poets of modernity. As for the poets of the classical school: there is Ibn Zaydoun, Al-Mutanabbi, Antar bin Shaddad, Imru’ Al-Qais, Walada Bint Al-Mustakfi, Ibn Al-Farid, and many others that we will not be able to talk about. .

poetry about love

From the beautiful poets who described the feelings of love that possessed them, we have chosen for you the following:

Antara bin Shaddad

Have the poets departed from Mtardem?

Or did you know the house after delusion?

O house of Abla, in the air, speak

And my uncle Sabah is home to Abla and Islam

So my she-camel stood in it as if it were her

So come to satisfy the need of the one who is blaming

And Abla will be in the air and our people

With sadness, the fasting person is the one who is afflicted

I saluted from the ruins of his era

Stronger and more desolate after Umm al-Haytham

It settled in the land of visitors, and it became

Difficult for your students, daughter of Makhram

I hung it casually and killed its people

Claiming your father's age is not a claim

I have descended, so do not think of anyone else

From me in the status of the honorable lover

How is the shrine and its people squared off

with two goats and our people with slaves

If you decide to part, then it is

I kept your passengers on a dark night

I only care about the load of its people

In the middle of the house, you will regret the love of the sham

There are forty-two sweets

Black as the raven's hide

When you see a clear sunset

A delicious appetizer is sweet in the restaurant

As if a merchant's mouse with a coupon

Its symptoms preceded you from the mouth

Or a nose that includes its plant

Low-fat Ghaith is not well-known

Every free maiden gave birth to him

So they left every decision like a dirham

Fornication and scapegoat, every night

Water flows over it, but it does not stop

And the flies left it, not yesterday

Tweet like the verb of the chanted mustache

Hazga rubbing his arm against his arm

The dump was triggered on the stump trigger

It comes and becomes on the back of a mattress

And I stayed above Adham Muljam's bed

My brutality is a saddle on a camel

Nahd Marrakala Nabil Al-Muhazem

Do you inform me of her house, Shadnia?

She was cursed with a drinker, Mosram

Khatara Ghab Al-Sara is fake

You cover the camels with the slipper of Maytham

It is as if I am trimming the sleeves in the evening

A close relative among the Muslim

She shelters the ostriches for him as she was given

Hazek Yamaniyyah Ajam Tamtam

They follow the lack of his head as if

Haddad on a coffin for them to camp

Sa'al returns to the white clan

Like a long-haired slave

She drank with the water of two rolling pins, and it became

Zawraa is alienated from the Daylam menstruation

A friendly kitten whenever you sympathize with him

My anger guarded it with the hands and with the mouth

Blessed on the side of the deterrent as if

blessed upon digested husky reeds

as if riba or a complicated alcohol

Stuff the fuel into the sides of the bottle

It springs from the wrath of Jasra

Fleeting like a bruised phoenix

If you go to bed without the mask, I will

Medicine by taking the recipient knight

Praise me for what you know, for I am

Forgive me if I don't get dark

And if I am wronged, then my wrongdoing is valiant

Its taste is bitter, like the taste of leeches

And I drank from the mug after some time

The hawajar stagnated with the teacher's view

With a yellow bottle with beds

Qarnat Azhar in the north Mufdam

If I drink, I am consumed

My money and my offer is abundant, he did not speak

And when I wake up, I am short of dew

And as you knew my shame and honor

And a Ghanaian woman, I was left with braids

His voraciousness is like the most knowledgeable

My hand hastily stabbed him

And sprayed a window like nothingness

Would you not ask the horse, O daughter of Malik

If you are ignorant of what you did not know

As I am still on a nomad swimmer

Breasts covered with truffles are muffled

Sometimes it is stripped for stabbing and sometimes

He shelters in the harvest of the priest Aramram

Tell you who witnessed the incident that I am

I cover the wrath and pardon the spoils

And he hated truffles to fight him

Neither fleeing nor surrendering

My palm quickly gave him a stab

Sincerely cultured heels orthodontist

So I doubted his clothes with a deaf spear

The generous one is not on the channel in Muharram

So the Seven Islands let him launch it

They nibble on his good fingertips and wrist

And a pretentious woman who violated her vagina

With the sword for the protector of the truth teacher

Butter his hands with a lighter if it is winter

You are to blame for the goals of the merchants

When he saw me down, I wanted him

He showed his molars without smiling

My covenant with him extends the day as if

Frankincense stained and his head with darkness

So I stabbed him with a spear and then mounted him

Muhannad Safi Al-Hadid Makhm

Hero as if his clothes are in a compass

Sabbath slippers are not twinned

O sheep, what a snipe for whom it is permissible

She was forbidden to me, and her wish was not forbidden

So I sent my maid and told her to go

Spy her news to me and let me know

She said, "I saw a surprise from the enemies."

And the sheep is possible for those who are obsessed

As if she turned very well

A bribe of deer is free

I told Amr who was not thankful for my blessing

And disbelief is malignant for the same blessing

I have kept my uncle's will in the forenoon

As the lips shrink from the clarity of the mouth

In the hover of war that does not complain

Heroes murmured without murmuring

When they fear me, I did not lie

about it but I bother my advances

When I saw the people coming to gather them

They grumble, I repeated, not reprehensible

They call Antar and spears as if

Two wells in the gum of adham

I still throw them with a hole in his throat

And his gum until it seeped with blood

He visited the one who fell canna with his frankincense

He complained to me with an expression and sighed

If he knew what the interlocutor was complaining about

And if he knew the speech, he would speak to me

And I have healed my soul and cured its disease

It was said that Al-Fawaris Wake Antar is older

And the horses storm the news frowning

Between a shard and another shard

Subdue my stirrups wherever I wish, my companions

satisfy me and reward him with a final order

And I was afraid that I would die, but you did not know

The war is going on over my two sons, Damdam

The one who insulted me was my show, and I did not curse them

And the vowers, if I did not meet them with my blood

If they do, I have left their father

The seven islands and every eagle of Qashem

Abo Altaieb Almotanabi

Insomnia upon insomnia, and like me, insomnia

And inside Yazid there is a lesson fluttering

The youth's effort is to be as I see it

A soothing eye and a beating heart

There was no flash of lightning or the singing of a bird

But I bowed down and had an eager heart

I have experienced the fire of passion that cannot be extinguished

The fire of anger, and it tires of what it burns

I treated people of love until I tasted it

I was amazed at how someone who does not love dies

I excused them and realized that it was my fault

I taunted them and got what they found from them

My father, we are people of houses

The crow of the crow never caws

We cry for the world and no society

The world brought them together, but they were not separated

Where are the first mighty breakers?

They hoarded treasures, but they did not remain, nor do they remain

From everyone whose army was narrowed by space

Until its content was limited to a narrow limit

They are mute when they are called, as if they did not know

It is absolutely permissible for them to speak

Death is coming and souls are precious

He who is proud of what he has is a fool

One hopes and life is delicious

Gray hair is older and youth is skinnier

I cried for my youth and my mother

I am black and my face is bright

Take care of him before the day of his departure

Until I touched the water on my eyelids and they shone

As for the Banu Aws bin Maan bin Al-Rida

The dearest is the one to whom the elk is presented

I zoomed around their homes as they appeared

Among them are the suns but not the east

I marveled at the land of clouds covering them

Above it and its rocks are not leafy

Smells of fragrant praise exude

They have every position they can breathe

The notes are musky, but they are

A brutality towards others that does not fragrant

Amrid is like Muhammad in our time

Do not let us be tempted by seeking something that does not apply

The Most Gracious did not create someone like Muhammad

Someone thought that he was not created

O He who bestows much and has it

By taking it I should give him charity

Rain upon me the clouds of Your goodness

And look at me with mercy so that I do not drown

Ibn Fa'ilah lied, claiming that he was ignorant

The honorable died, but you are alive and provided

Bashar bin Bard

And that is significant, the full moon was its image

She began to sing while the heart was drunk

The eyes that have poplars at the end of them

They killed us and then did not revive our dead

I said, “Well done, my question and my hope.”

So listen to me, may God reward you well

Oh, how beautiful is the mountain of Rayyan from the mountain

The residents of Al-Rayyan preferred whoever they were

She said, "Why should I sacrifice my soul for you? Is there anything better than that?"

This is for those whose heart is filled with confusion

O my people, my ear is in love with some living thing

Sometimes the ear falls in love before the eye

I said, “Well done, the sun is rising.”

You kindled fire in the heart and entrails

So let me hear a singing, cheerful voice

He increases his love and sorrow in you

I wish I were ripe apples

Or I was a bunch of basil, a basil

Until when she found my scent, she liked it

While we were alone, I appeared as a human being

She moved her stick and then bowed happily

You highlight it and then do not hide it secretly

I have become more obedient to all of God’s creation.

Creation is disobedience to me in love

I said: You have made us happy, O our gathering

So come, you are the best of us in doing good

If I knew that love would kill me

Before I meet you, you have prepared shrouds for me

The drink sang with a soft, melodious sound

Colors that ignite joy and make the eyes cry

God does not kill someone whose affection lasts

God sometimes kills treacherous people

Do not torture me, for I am the one who remembers it

Nashwan, will the sober humiliate Nashwan?

I did not know what Yaqzan had described

I played with it while asleep sometimes

She took me with her mouth and then I swallowed it

A fairy married a human being while asleep

Nizar Qabbani

my lady:

You were the most important woman in my history

before the general departs.

You are now.. the most important woman

After being born this year...

You are a woman I do not count in hours and days.

You are a woman..

Made from the fruit of hair..

Dreams gone...

You are a woman.. She used to live in my body

Millions of years ago...

my lady:

Oh spun from cotton and clouds.

Oh rain of rubies...

Oh rivers of Nahund..

Marble forests...

You who swim like fish in the water of the heart..

And dwell in the eyes like a flock of pigeons.

Nothing will change in my love.

in my feelings..

In my heart.. in my faith..

I will remain on the religion of Islam..

my lady:

Never mind 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..

As we enter the twenty-first century...

As we enter the twenty-fifth century...

As we enter the twenty-ninth century...

I will love you..

When the sea water dries up...

Forests are burning...

my lady:

You are the epitome of all poetry.

And the rose of all freedoms.

I just need to spell your name...

So I became the king of poetry..

Pharaoh of words

It is enough for a woman like you to love me..

To get into the history books.

Flags are raised for me.

my lady

Don't panic like a bird during the holidays.

Nothing will change from me.

River of Love will not stop flowing.

The heartbeat will not stop beating.

Partridges will not stop flying.

When love is great..

And beloved by the moon..

This love will not turn

For a bundle of straw consumed by fire...

my lady:

There is nothing that fills my eyes

no lights..

Nor the decorations..

No holiday bells.

Nor the Christmas tree.

The street means nothing to me.

The bar means nothing to me.

I don't care about any words

Write on holiday cards.

my lady:

I only remember your voice

When the bells of singles sound.

I only remember your perfume

While I sleep on the grass paper.

I only remember your face..

When he runs over my snow clothes..

I hear the crackling of logs...

What makes me happy, my lady?

To crouch like a frightened sparrow

Among the groves of fringes…

What amazes me, my lady

Give me a pen of ink...

I hug him..

I sleep happily as children...

my lady:

What made me happy in my exile?

I drip hair..

And I drink from the monks' wine

What is my strength..

When I'm a friend

For freedom.. and man...

my lady:

How I wish I loved you in the age of enlightenment..

In the age of photography.

And in the era of pioneers

How I wish I could meet you one day

in Florence.

or Cordoba.

or in Kufa

or in Aleppo.

Or in a house from the lanes of the Levant...

my lady:

How I wish we could travel

Towards a country ruled by the guitar

Where love has no walls

And words without walls

And dreams without walls

my lady:

Don't worry about the future, madam

My nostalgia will remain stronger than it was..

And more violent than ever.

You are a woman who is not repeated.. in the history of roses..

And in the history of poetry..

And in memory of the lily and the basil…

Mistress of the world

Only your love preoccupies me in the coming days

You are my first woman.

My first mom

My first womb

My first passion

my first satiate

My lifeline in the time of the flood...

my lady:

First Lady of Poetry

Bring me your right hand so that I can hide in it.

Bring your left hand..

To settle in.

Say any phrase of love

Until the holidays begin

Mahmoud Darwish

Grass grows between the joints of a rock

We found two strangers one day

The spring sky was composed of a star... and a star

And I was writing a love paragraph..

For your eyes.. I sang it!

Your eyes know that I have waited so long

Summer also waited for a bird

And I slept.. like an immigrant's sleep

An eye sleeps and an eye wakes up...for a long time

Crying for her sister

We are lovers until the moon falls asleep

And we know that hugs, and that kisses

Spinning nights food

And that the morning calls my footsteps to continue

A new day is on the way

We are two friends, so walk close to me, step by step

Together we make news and songs

Why do we ask this path.. for any fate

walk us?

Where did we get our feet from?

Just me, and it's enough for you that we walk...

together forever

Why do we search for crying songs?

An old poetry collection?

We ask, our love, will it last?

I love you, I love caravans, an oasis of grass and water

And love of the poor loaf!

Grass grows between the joints of a rock

We found strangers one day

We will always be friends