Valentine's Day poems

Poem: I bear witness that your love is a holiday

The poem I bear witness that your love is a holiday by the poet Ghada Al-Samman. She is a Syrian poet and writer who was born in the Syrian capital, Damascus, in 1942 AD. She graduated from the English Department with a BA from the University of Damascus, after which she obtained a master’s degree from the American University of Beirut, then worked as a lecturer in the Faculty of Arts at the University of Damascus. She is a journalist, and also a radio program preparer, and has many poetry collections, including: The Departure of Old Ports, Swimming in Devil’s Lake, Love from Vein to Vein, and many other prominent and influential poetry collections.

In which rooms of your house are pictures of your loved ones located?

To hang flowers and holiday decorations for them?

Excuse me...my love for you is uncivilized

He is ignorant of jealousy and the lust for possession.

It is spontaneous, primitive, naive, simple as rain

Join your love tribe

Without rituals and ceremonies

Or medals, bills, or tears

I slept in exile and was surrounded by your love

I found myself in my homeland

What beautiful volcano welcomes me?

A storm of fireworks covers the planets

And I extend my hand to pick a star

And I discover with you

A bird that our tribe forgot eons ago, named Joy

Your name is secret and your love is Eid

Charpak breakthrough ancestral smile

Your arms are a swing of forgetfulness

And inside your eyes there are paths along which I run back to childhood

And lakes like mirrors, I walk on their waters and do not get wet

Happy because we are moving in one galaxy

And because one day I passed through your orbit and did not collide with your planet...and get burned

Happy just because you exist

It is enough for me that I knew you... and loved you

And I know the names of your wives and concubines

I know the fierce terrain of your life and the depths of your temperament... and I love you

I couldn't love a erased blackboard

New, no scratch or dent

I love you because I learned something new and strange to me with you

Its name is joy

All the people you loved before you

They made me a cage, a whip, and a bridle

And a clipper for my wings and a mask for the gypsy songs deep inside me

Passion became a prison and dialogue a trial

They taught me sadness, cruelty, and indifference

Treachery and yellowed sarcasm

With you, I met the sun, shook hands with laughter, and danced with innocence

I submitted my credentials to Al-Shorouk

And I discovered how beautiful your blue whisper is at dawn

Because love is a moving state

Because love is not the domestication of honesty and the falsification of age

I love you as you are within your frame

And I love the stories of your love for Sawa

Blessed are the moments of your transparent tenderness and the moments of your madness

Blessed are the eyes of the woman who will love after me

And the one I loved before me

Blessed are your whispers together

Congratulations on your burning with love, whatever the vessel!

I will never understand

Why should love transform me?

To an institution dedicated to sabotaging you

And spying on you

And a terrorist network counts your whispers

I don't understand why love makes some lovers

Enemies to the creatures of this entire planet, even the beloved!!

To love you means to reconcile with the moon

And trees, joy and birds

Eid is in my country

To love you means that I have declared a truce with sadness

I restored my diplomatic relations

And the dance of the night is in my blood

Do not blame me for my silence, for language is the decoration of emotions.

And away from the mud of words

My love for you has grown

A mysterious aquatic flower that feeds at night and stillness...

And the moonlight glowing silver..

And the fruits of the forests of sweetness...

And let's discover together a standard unit for love

Other than mutual destruction and the madness of possession...

Your love is distilled happiness...your joys are blessed

In my heart, which is ignorant of the recklessness of jealousy

Only death makes me jealous if it is alone with you!

I hope I can be a light deep inside you

And I don't want to change the topography of the lamp

Will you accept my love?

And grant me an entry visa to your circulation?

Stay as you are... Eid

All women will be happy with you

Instead of making one woman miserable!..

Love poem

• The poet Yahya Al-Samawi says in his poem Love:

Love …

His mud is in my blood...

Am I a thirsty stream?

Or art?

His voice in my mouth...

Am I a trembling musician?

Or paralysis?

Its a seasonal day...

Am I a kindergarten?

Whenever it blooms

Her veins were covered with thorns of terror

And he thought?

Afraid... I take cover

Who kept me awake?

With the fog of age

Am I a corpse?

And life is the shroud?

Oh Mona, throw me away

What took away the grudge

I have risen from my funeral

Believing in the tongue

A disbeliever in domesticity

I'm not in love

If it's my eyeballs

You don't see her eyelid

A tent for the homeland

The poem I fell in love, and is there anything wrong with love?

• The poet Abu Nawas says in his poem, “I was in love,” and is there anything wrong with love:

I fell in love, and is there anything wrong with love?

Nothing like passion has passed my mind

My money and people, how foolishly they blame me.

My religion is for myself and people's religion is for people

What is the matter with transgression, if I visit my owner,

As if their faces were painted with etchings

God knows why you left your visit,

Except for the fear of my enemies and my guards

And if we were able to come to you, I would come to you.

Running on the face or walking on the head

I have read one of your pages

God only has mercy on people

Oriental poem

An oriental poem by the poet Amer Al-Saleh. He is a Syrian poet, born in 1982 AD in the Syrian city of Aleppo. He graduated from the College of Education and works in the educational sector as a principal of a primary school. He began paper publishing in some Syrian and Arab newspapers, and he has a collection of poems in print, It Is Raining Love.

Today is the feast of passion and love flourishes

Every year, you are love, O moon

Rather, every day, the eye of poetry is a memorizer

What God and fate have written in your eyes

I love you, brunette, so smile

May love, joys and nights be sweet

I love you, there is no excuse or regret

Do sailors who love the waves apologize?

O sail of the East, oh flowers of my farm

O palm tree, the fruits of the earth are shortened

You are the spring and the sand of the sea, my lady

You are the beautiful ones, not Laila or Sahar

Khaled's swords in your eyelashes I know

A sacrifice...it drips with the blood of lovers

Your eyes, I wish that coffee were my refuge

As a fugitive from the judiciary of the East, he hid himself

About me, write whatever stories you want

My legend forever...tobacco and staying up late

Who can judge flowers over fragrance?

Or he rejects the love in my heart and apologizes

the horses and the night and the desert know me

With passion, I rise and conquer

If I fall into your hands, I will commit suicide

What a heroic eagle in you that commits suicide

You and I carry mountains of sadness

How much for his love my eyelids and eyesight suffered

I am the surgeon of Al-Hussein Al-Samar, I look like her

Karbala is a source of sorrow for the heart

Brunette, wheat of the sky, sorry

If the poetry pan no longer squeezes

Today I have completed my debt of love completely

And in the eyes, I was satisfied with the light spreading

These are my lines and this poetry is on fire

Let those who disbelieve worship God in your eyes

Slang poetry for Valentine's Day

Bedouin love poems have another flavor, as they reflect love and loyalty, including what was stated in the following poem:

I thought I knew love before I knew you

And I loved before I adore you, and I missed you before I met you

And I thought I had found loved ones before I met you

Watari imagined someone else and I was your father

Come thirsty and drink me and I drink you

Come before the promise sit with me Nhtrik

Come see me and I wait for you how much I look like you

Compliments a thousand opinions and opinions and confused about you

Come to the place of the promise, otherwise I will wait for you

Otherwise, I will take the appointment that confuses you and come to you

O last love I tasted love in the first

Oh, the beginning of longing, the extreme longing that never ends

You taught me how to know you when I became ignorant of you

You lost me in your labyrinths, and I was begging you

The lover of dreams, far away and close to you

Haram enough to scatter me while I contain you

If I saw you in a dream, I believed it, and I am delusional

And if I saw you with knowledge that I lied to, I would get high

I'm afraid to close my eyes and if I blink I will lose you

I am afraid to open up and become a dream and not meet you

Poetry excerpts for Valentine's Day

There are ways and forms to express love, and for this reason these poetic excerpts were written, in which the taste of love and beauty is concentrated, despite their shortness:

• I went to your eyes asking for it

Either death or returning victorious

All the poems from your eyes are the most beautiful

Without them I was not capable of poetry

Your eyes have become melodies to my song

And the heart became a string for the melodies of passion

• I love you very, very, very much

And I refuse from the fire of your love to resign

And can the orphan with love be independent

I don't care if I get out of love alive

I don't care if I leave dead.

• I put my heart in love and keep it secret

But I am unable to translate

I was empty and did not know what passion was

So I became alive and my heart was in love.

• For your eyes what the heart finds and what it finds

And for love, what is left of me and what is left

And I was not one of those whose heart adoration entered

But he who sees your eyelids loves

And between contentment and discontent, nearness and intentions

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