Felt about spring

the spring

After winter gathers its white carpet, it leaves in tender calm, leaving the buds to the sun caressing them with a warm ray, and coquettishness blooms dreamily and perfumes the air with a fragrance that carries beautiful meanings for the soul, and here in this article I have collected for you beautiful poems about spring.

Felt about spring

• Hurray and hurray, spring of the year

May the days shine bright for your ransom

After the winter and after his long frown

Show us your smiling face

And send us the most fragrant breeze

Dangerous as the thoughts of dreams.

• Spring has arrived, welcome its arrival

And the light of his joy, and the light of his roses

With its beautiful view and pleasant breeze

His clothes are elegant and he feels cold

Chapter, if time is proud, it is

A human being is his eyeball, and his poem's line

The mood replaces the breeze of treatment

With kindness when it rises and stagnates

Oh, its flowers and fruits

And the resulting plant, and the love of its harvest

And the birds flocked in its trees

Like the daughters of a temple in the place of its return

And the branch was covered with branches, after that

Kanon's hands began to strip him

He attained youth after old age, and it happened

The water of youth in its springs

And the roses are at the top of the branches, as if

A king surrounded by the guards of his soldiers.

• Spring has come and the universe is welcoming

The paper on the wood sang happily

The earth became green on its sides

With the plant you will find it furnished and erected

If Duha looked towards Riyadh and what...

There is goodness in it, scattered and poured

And your eyes saw the smiling flowers

The birds are screaming and the water is pouring

I was certain that the young spring was sparkling

Sung by mole but not obscured

Then she threw the pain of life away from you as well

Hope made the beloved happy in distress

Have you become wooded herbs?

So that you can see the perfection of living accompanied

She looked at an escalation on the horizon

Go straight to the trees

And your eyes saw treachery

Flowers are arranged around it in an orderly manner

Because you Nashwan welcomed the chest when you see

The face of the sky and the face of the earth are upside down.

• Spring returned and the birds sang happily

In the garden, he sings melodies and melodies

The land is green and the trees are leaning

And roses are smiling in every garden

The sun is bright and the wind is fragrant

The universe appears to us in a hilarious dress

Spring is back, come on guys

Spring is calling every human being.

• O poet of flowers and branches

Are you inflamed or Hani?

What do you sing, who do you sing to?

To whom do you reveal your hidden feelings?

This is your anthem that exudes youthfulness

Free as the longings of a suffering lover

There is a luxurious art in your soft voice

But behind the sound there is a second art

How often do melodies send eggs?

Behind the white melodies are dark tears

Are you crying or tweeting about usury?

Or in Bakak there are musical instruments and songs.

• O bird of song, what do you sing and who?

Puppet melodies inspired you

Never sing for the flowers and the sun

And the souls interact with the people

And you keep inventing songs and making them beautiful

From one orchard to another

And poems dissolve in the throne of beauty

Shut up and be inspired by beauty meanings

Neither sadness makes you forget the anthem nor our God

Blessed be you, son of art from an artist.

• O son of Riyadh, you are the most eloquent vocalist

Tweet and silence the human being

And chant as you like, and it is all your art

Love, faith and about faith

Your world, spring bird, is a newspaper

Golden shapes and colors

Khamila is mute and her silence translates

The fragrance of flowers to the colorful breeze

And the flowers are around you on the branches as if

The poetry of life is scattered in metres

And the grass improvises sweet flowers

He is surrounded by a gentle and compassionate shadow

And the childhood of the branches, the dancer of boyhood

Joy and her world is morning and hopes

And love resounds on the lips of flowers in me

The language of birds and the mouth of treachery

And the rose bleeds with love as if it were

From the burning memory of the hearts of Gwani.

• A kindergarten that dyed its spring hands

Her coldness, her clothes, and her food in Aden

The rain lashes descended upon it

They have tears in their laughter

It is as if what makes her cry and makes her laugh has arrived

He loved her and lived there after him

She was born yellow, her clothes were green

Their bowels are the bowels of dew, a homeland.

• Don't you see that the garden has its decorations visible?

And published in his Lord the Ribbon and the Clothes

He came to him raining, his tears falling

There is a lot of rain in his face

And it was darkened by the purple that grew from it, and there was nothing

He appears to us as nothing but a man of khadl

And the young daffodils bloom from their quarries

Until the end, the eyes will live with them

Lujain's insides are pouring over columns

It is made of peridot, and the blossom is full

So, we are going to wake up, buddy, pure

A redhead with a spark in her cup.

• The free spring came to you, strutting, laughing

It was good that he almost spoke

Nowruz was alerted in the depths of darkness

Early roses were yesterday's sleep

The cold dew tears it open, and it is as if it were

Broadcasting a conversation that was previously hidden.

• O bird of inspiration, what is your name?

A distraction from mortal debris

Live the way you want to live, tweeting

Free from the desires of the body

She was not accustomed to silence, she did not submit to it

Rather, you are above silence and admonition

This is nature, you are a beautiful poet

It tells its meanings with the magic of a statement

Translated the secrets of nature into tone

Eternity in your resonant voice

The spring philosophy played a poem

Green of flowers and basil.

• This spring of love dictates his poetry

A fragrant temptation over the universe

He yearns for the world of love in his heart

You aspire to its radiant charm

Art is your art, oh spring of love

The magic of existence and the temptation of time.

• Spring season is when kindergartens flourish

With the scent of roses spreading in the courtyards

With his beauty, the blossom in the melancholy has its fragrance

Her sweet beauty is a fragrant upliftment

He spreads the pepper and basil outlining it

The fragrance's masterpieces are filled with colors

The raw buds on the branches are fresh

It contains birds, colors, and images

The universe shone in its natural season

The plants, crowns and fruits shine

Indeed, praise be to Him, Lord of the Throne, our Creator

Blessed be God, Possessor of bounties and Power

The blossoms blossomed in the sleeves of His power

The weather is filled with rain and rain

It spreads goodness throughout our lives

He shakes hands with the soul, bestowing freshness upon him

Blessed be God, the One who sends signs

Over the course of eternity, its blessings are abundant

With it, people demonstrated his ability to germinate

It covered the earth with greenery

If the chapter comes in detail, we will be happy

Its sweet spring is thriving

The eye is drawn to the effects of his appearance

The joys of goodness flow with good deeds

As if the earth is in the joys of its flowering

Brides of goodness with kindness are broken

With her goodness, roses are bouquets with his joy

Follow the happiness, blessings and pearls

Our sweet spring brings its sweetness to us

The atmosphere, the horizons, and the people were exhilarated by it

The bird sang melodies that he divided

With the return of freshness, the string is encouraged

On the night of the full moon, in reverence for its freshness

People share what is little and what is most

The full moon with lights is his joy

It brightens the night with joy and vigils

O heart in its prime

Beauty is before you and adornments are waiting

This spring has mankind in abundance

Among the meadows there are trees and trees

This beauty has souls in abundance

Spring has arrived and the universe is thriving

They renewed their love for flowers and were refreshed

A rose of kindness in longings and they spread

Fill the soul with morals that benefit it

They infused the soul with basil and performed Umrah

They reformed the heart and conscience and committed themselves

God's law will prevail for all eternity.

Poems in the spring

From the beautiful poems that were said in the spring, we have chosen for you the following:

Spring has taken off on the branches of the dairy

Safi al-Din al-Hilli

Spring has taken off on the branches of the dairy

Dress up and leave it on the dunes

The branches of the tree grew until they shook hands

The dune was covered with twigs

The carpets of the gardens were crowned with their blossoms

Riyadh's cheek is anemone

And the rugs of Riyadh were diverse, so were their blossoms

Various shapes and colors

Of brilliant white and bright yellow

Or pure blue, and dark red

And the shadow steals a step in the shadows,

The branch carries the danger of ecstasy

As if the branches were the stems of dancers

She was bound with basil chains

The sun looks through its branches

Towards the gardens, the gaze of jealous people

And the pollen on the cuffs is like it

A solution that emerges from the sorrows of Guan

And the earth marvels at how we laugh at life

He cries constant tears of helplessness

Even if its blossoms fade away,

And the clouds wept with tears

His gardens kept blaming John,

He replied apologetically without a tongue

I was so overjoyed that...

He made me so happy that he made me cry

So distract your worries with spring and its season.

Spring is the second youth

I am, and the waters have become clear and beautiful

The gardens of Egypt and the radiance of the pyramids

And its valley was green and its flowers were blooming

And the Nile therein is like Kawthar in a garden

And there are female slaves that are erected as if they were

Flags in a hand, or branches of a chain

She rose with the wings of a castle

When walking, you are interested in flying

The water flows faster

The hand of the color breeze rushed over him.

Spring laughed until blood cried

Ibn Al-Rumi

Spring laughed until blood cried

And tomorrow the plant will be leveled with the tops

Among the green people wearing sleeves

Green, and flowering without sleeves

The limb sequence is consistent

It was as if he had been covered with stones

He who glorifies the dawns with their radiance

Suffering from magic and darkness

The monsters find enough of it

And the birds there are ready to eat

His antelope sacrifices a trotter

And his doves sacrifice Mukhtassim

And the Rawdah in the pieces of aquamarine and the

Rubies under twinkling pearls

A dew flutters on paper

These or two horses are expensive

I see the eloquent person as the failure of his conveyer

Tomorrow he will shake the furniture of the mountains

And the state, Al-Zahra, and the time

Har, Shafi Qurm is sufficient for you

Spring is like youth, even if...

Summer expands like a pyramid

Anemones among my Lord

Noaman, you are the beauties of blessings

The cracks have become a description

Alaa of power and greatness

Luxury for eyes with which they are filled with kohl

To show how wonderful the wisdom is

Lights that increase your age during the day

And you illuminate the injustice in your solution

He admired her burning charcoal

That coal didn't catch fire

As if the blackness flashed to

How red it is in the early morning

The stare of the lovers became eye-catching

She cried and cried tears of blood

What an anemone it is an oath

It brightens the eyes in the department

He would not give anything like it as a gift

Except for a long, cool breeze.