Khaled Al-Faisal poetry

Prince Khalid bin Faisal Al Saud

He is Prince Khalid bin Faisal bin Abdulaziz Al Saud. This Saudi prince was distinguished by his love for poetry and his interest in literature and art. He has collections of poetry full of beautiful poems. In addition to poetry, he also has artistic talent in the field of drawing, and he has many beautiful paintings. List of the world's most famous books.

One of the most important positions he held

Minister of Education, Governor of Asir Region, and Governor of Makkah Al-Mukarramah Region.

of the accolades he has received

• Leadership Medal.
• Royal Renaissance Medal.
• Cedar National Medal.
• Medal of Honor Medal.

The most beautiful poems of the great poet Khaled Al-Faisal

Prince Khaled Al-Faisal, the Saudi poet, writer, and artist, contributed to many literary works, and among his poems:

A poem about you

Give me good tidings about you, what they know about me... They didn't know what occupied my thoughts and thoughts

I listen to you and keep quiet... I'm afraid my heartbeat will expose me

Whatever they called your name won my heart... Pronouns and tears preoccupied me

Oh my love, the day you left my beloved ones... I forgave all those who kissed me before you

Whoever knows your closeness knows the taste of happiness... and if it is split, he will realize the stupidity of wishing

There is honey in your taste, as delicious as it tastes... But the guards of the bees kept me away from it

I no longer hear nor inspire you. I am ignorant... And virgins are ignorant if they tease me.

You have eyes, he did it to me unfairly... Who knew you, you wrath, did not comfort me

If you leave us, you will make me angry at night... and if we meet, it will make me greasy and ashamed.

A poem for your eyes

Your eyes, if your soul became boiling... What happened if your eyes went to clans?

I sell what is precious to the universe and I have a partner... and I market to me. Your knowledge brings me good news

And upset all people with tricks and please you... and be patient even if dizzy turns on me

And I will take days from my days for you and give you... And if my life is gone for you, it will not be a loss

I would love to see you, your voice, your voice... I always think of you, wandering and confused

In silence I obsess over you and in a voice I call out to you... God is All-Knowing of evidence and secrets

Me, my heart, and passion are in your hands... You have the keys to our God for consciences

From my soul I love you and from my soul I redeem you... O one whose love and goodness are tyrant

A poem, raise the arrow of the manaya

Raise the arrow of death, oh darlings... I have no place left for appeals

Every inch (n) in my life is wounded... and those who have broken my heart are complaining

O tyrant eyes hidden from me... I grew up in the first days of my life

In my eyes there were two tears standing... The days returned my tears with eyelids

The passions exaggerated in me... and the pains of suspicions tyrannized me

Tell me, oh love of lovers... How does the munun love impress?

Have mercy on the heart of (n) whose trials were harsh... In the time of (n) what is known about the day of (n) affectionate

The tongue betrays and the smile is a lie... the most sincere expression is the look of the eyes

Long journey poem

The long journey

And the waiter is impatient

And longing, beloved, in my eyes is young

The response of the consideration

I left an ember in my palm

Its price is in the heart of youth

Ezz Al-Khobar

And Al-Mahtawi's chest tightened

Hey who wants knowledge from the beloved ones

His spectrum crossed

What was sent with the spectrum excuse him

It is a good memory of my agony

He mentioned

The dryness in it broke it

For the beater who melted from the whim of his owner

What a watch

My party is locked up across it

I want it and found the tears attractive

Hunt tears

He came to the ban on his bridge

Great and serious tears opened the door

A day and a month

Consolation and life is bitter

And people exist, but the wolf is overpowered

A poem whenever we forget

Every time we forget from the west, a breeze blows, bringing peace

And if Suhail glimpsed in the width of the south... he embraced the symbols of love

You have a sweetheart

His word is everlasting

I seek and hope for God

Daily morning and evening

Every Zayn I see while you are away... I wish you were with me

And if I stay up at night, I obsess over you and repeat... Are my tears for you?

You obsessed my mind

You are my joy

Either near or far

In you yesterday and present

Your ecstasy plays with raindrops... and get high with you

And the clouds are chasing you among the trees... The creator of Al-Zain created you

dew on your cheeks

It became a perfume with your touch

And passion sang rapture

You provoke him with your smile

Whenever my eyes embrace you, a spectrum... Oh, after all the spectrum

I said, What is your likeness in this world and a summer... Not a tampon of your money and wool

No clouds or rain

No breeze, no flower

No birds, no deer

Not with other people

A poem that spoils us

Spoil us, my name is the gazelle, and what is back... Spoil you with the matter of passion, intercede for me

In the imagination of the deranged poet, you have a date... and a seat on a cloud and on the night of the Najdi moon

I travel with you to a country and stay with you in a country... and from cloud to cloud, the sky has no limit

Your drawing is the laughter of the dawn, the joy of the holidays... and a gleam of ray immersed in the dew of roses

And I sang to you with a voice for the heart of passion, a birth... and a tune of love that melted in its melody and seriousness

I see you with heavy rain, no lightning, no thunder... from the word that sends a friendly flower to the deserts

I love you up and down, I love you with satisfaction and stubbornness... My promise is not different and my covenant is not broken