Description poetry
What the poets paid most attention to in their poetry was their description of the beauty of the beloved with the smallest details, and the severity of the lostness that they go through before the magic of the eyes of the beloved. Also, the subject of their description went beyond flirtation to describe the beauty of nature and the trees, animals, birds, plants, etc. in it, and in this article we will include some of them. Beautiful descriptive poetry with its various topics.
Describing the beauty of the beloved
Descriptive, flirtatious poems abound, and you can find them in almost all poets. Among them are the following poems:
Do you know that you are the mother of beauty?
Abdul Muti Al Dalati
Do you know that you are good news for us?
And you are goodness overflowing here
Do you know that you are the source of life?
He travels through time and tells the story
Do you know that you are the mother of camels?
Dalal's daughter and Al-Sana's sister
And when you wore the hijab
Highness, height on the curve
You veiled beauty, so you attained majesty
And your goodness for purity has been declared
You created manhood, the mother of men
I built.. so I raised those who built
Childhood embraced in its cradle
You were the shelter and the dwelling place
Your heart spreads the warmth of tenderness
And stop wiping away the burden from us
If you are satisfied, you will be satisfied with life
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For you, the song was sung and chanted
It flutters around you until it comes close
All letters migrate to you
And the dignity of the sperm falls to you
Hovering over you.. and sheltering you
And you want to have a home here
Come let us build the bottom line
With two halves: from you.. and from me
Come, let us pray to the Lord of Existence
Let our lives be immersed in debt
Because you are you.. Because I am
Life goes smoothly with us
We have wronged you for a long time, so will you forgive?
And like you, he forgives those who have sinned
Two nuns in the Beauty Monastery
Hamad Al-Osaimi
They always resort to crying if...
It's time to leave...
Sparks fly from the eyes...
And tears are flowing...
It is their legacy of love...
And from Buthain and from Jamil..
And I want you more than others..
No crying or wailing...
Be elegant, beautiful and princess..
When departure comes..
Stand with your face to the sky like...
Palm trees …
And wear your pink dress..
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Put color on your lips...
Crimson that won't go away...
Be like a white cat..
Like Gemini..
Like a phoenix
Like a playful cream...
Be all women then...
We lost our way...
The sun is the most beautiful thing...
If sunset comes...
I want you to be someone else...
Did I ask for the impossible?!!
Your eyes are the biggest refuge I know...
Times of war...
And I am the homeless one in the caves of eyes..
Zarqa from the land of the south..
Your eyes are two nuns in the monastery of beauty..
Pure from sins..
I turned to them to help me.
To repent..
So I want you other than them, so there is no crying..
No wailing...
So stand with your face to the sky...
Like palm trees..
I want you to be like this..
When leaving.
In describing a Siamese cat
Nizar Qabbani
Fatima takes off her shoes...
And pile up,
Like a Siamese cat in my palm
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Her shopping bag was on a bench
And you enter...
In the first artery you come across.
Fatima takes off her names..
And he decided with amazing courage
To be my woman..
She takes the earrings out of her ears
She snatches the bracelets from her hands
She throws her rings...
And her hair pins on the floor
And her memory...and her similar days on earth
And it grows like a cocoa tree...
Under my clothes..
Choose the color of my curtains,
And the color of my notebooks,
She imposes on me her taste in food and love
And she murmurs with joy..
Like a Siamese cat...
Fatima Ali enters..
She places her women's magazines on my desk.
And her nightgown is in my closet.
And her hair tweezers are in my drawer...
She puts down her toothbrush,
near my toothbrush,
I realize that she decided to occupy me...
Fatima is bored with the shape of her breasts
And try to draw them again..
She orders her to turn into a bird.
There is nothing more wonderful than Fatima
When you leave the house of obedience
She neighs like a foal..
Under the sun of freedom.
Fatima leads a historic coup against her body.
And you receive power.
It puts its ministers in prison
Qais bin Al-Malawah, and Jamil Buthaina
And all the virgin poets are in prison
And all those who have mastered the art of love
They did not touch a woman’s finger...
And all those who talked about their feminist victories
without getting hurt
With one stab...
Or with one kiss
Or a single heart attack.
And all those who wrote about the hell of sex
They did not sleep with a fly.
Fatima announces to the masses who came to pledge allegiance to her
And in a moment of honesty that Arabs do not know
she is my love..
Fatima rejects all texts whose authenticity is questionable
It starts from the beginning of the line...
All manuscripts written by males are torn up
It begins with the alphabet of femininity.
And you read in the book of my mouth.
Migrating from cities of dust
She follows me barefoot to the cities of water.
Jump off the train of ignorance
You speak to me the language of the sea.
She breaks her hourglass...
She takes me with her out of time...
Fatima thinks
-And Fatima is always right-
The movement of history begins from her eyes.
And that the first man,
He filled his cave between her breasts..
The music has no sound.
Colors have no colour.
And that poetry - if she raises her hand from it -
The door will close on itself,
And he commits suicide...
I admire Fatima's decisions
When you turn from a round stone
To a water fountain in an Andalusian house
It is a poem that is metered and rhymed
To a dove landing on my shoulder
And from a slave girl in Aaron’s court, the sixteenth
I am amazed by Fatima's foolishness..
When you run red lights
What historians have placed around her words,
And about her dreams...
And you shall slaughter them in their tent
One..one..
I am amazed by Fatima's indifference
She appoints me as a guard over her breasts
With an amount of ten thousand kisses
In one night...
I love Fatima
When she drinks her morning coffee,
And you drink me..
And I love her more
When you confirm to me:
that it will occupy the world,
And you occupy me..
She catches red fish
On the shores of my blood..
Fatima arrests me under her wings
I don't know when the night ends
And when does the day start?
At the hands of Fatima
And a good fighter
She also taught me to love her well
And at the hands of Fatima
I learned that liberalism is a woman.
He is an intelligence man...
Who did not know Fatima?
He did not know what the greatest works of God were.
Fatima is devastated
All bottles of Arabic medicine
And all the prisons of Arab love
It takes me out of the stability of the Arabic text
It opens the door to diligence for me.
Fatima
She is the most important woman among the women of the world.
He carried a weapon with her.
Who did not know Fatima?
He did not know what the greatest works of God were.
He did not know what poetry was..
Fatima is devastated
All bottles of Arabic medicine
And all the prisons of Arab love
It takes me out of the stability of the Arabic text
It opens the door to diligence for me.
Fatima
She is the most important woman among the women of the world.
And I, the most important man who loved her
He carried a weapon with her.
O virgins of beauty, love, and dreams
Abu al-Qasim al-Shabi
O virgins of beauty, love, and dreams,
Rather, oh the splendor of this existence
We have seen the hair hanging down
Her beauty was crowned with roses in the morning
We saw the eyelids smiling...or dreaming
With light, with passion, with song
And we saw the cheeks, stained by magic,
Oh, the magic of those cheeks
We saw the lips smiling about this world
Of the roses, a tender blossom
We saw the breasts shaking like flowers
In the ecstasy of happy youth
A temptation that awakens love and inflames it
But what is behind the breasts?
What's behind her current magic?
Drunk, in that distant decision..?
Beautiful souls, like jungle birds
Chanting the magician of Twitter
Pure, like the most beautiful flowers
In the birth of the new spring?
And luminous hearts, like the stars of the night
Lost, like the tenderness of roses?
Or darkness, as if it were the pieces of night,
It is a horror that turns the heart of a newborn grey
And turmoil, rife with sin and shame
R, evil, and long shadows?
I don't know, maybe it's a delicious flower
He fought despite his well-known reputation
May God protect you from the darkness of the soul
And from the error of the willing conscience
The night for souls is a terrible night
Eternal sorrow, hideous immortality
The heart is filled with bitter pain,
He is miserable living a poor life
And the spring of youth is withered by time,
And he proceeds with his worshipful goodness
There is nothing left in the universe except beauty
The soul is blinded by eternal time
White woman's water
marginal student
The white woman
The same silence and listening...
Her pink beauty is spread out on the face of the stream
It was near the morning spring
She fills her silver cup with boiling water
Her transparent heart beats like a wave
Clear flowing water in the sunset.
The sun of its pure white dissolves
A female (white) drunken dia
In sight,
And the pomegranates rain down intoxicating drops
From the slaughter of my milky sweetness and perfume
I wish I had a woman
The fragrance is cultivated among the femininity of the flowers in the pots of the morning
Her pink face bathed in the fragrant music
Like a vase, hearts desire water!
To see the reflection of the purity of eye color in the flowers
Transparent as myrtle water
And the kisses that are not desired
Except in the sight of the sunrise
It melts between her sugared lips.
To smell like mint, the scent of basil breezes
Or the coma of teenage perfume
In hair falling down to the waist
In the processing of apples before picking them from their green mother, Al-Zahra
When the water spreads its fragrance over the steppes.
I wish I had a woman
To water it with the lavender of the cup and mint
To tell the story of the soul
Or to have my poison to drink upon death
The feminine light in the bloom of the summer night sky
Towards the paths of lovers
Where the full moon is wounded by its lust
He is guarded by his star brothers
A milky night embraces him
And wash it with the light water of the evening mistresses.
Where churches are high in sadness
Her silence floats in the night like secrets
Its light, born from the remorse of the suns, rises
To the refineries of sadness to cry for Jesus who was lost
And praise under the touch of bells
It wakes the bereaved Maryam to all the crying!
Where poems are intoxicants of return
The secrets of sweet metaphor raise it to miraculousness
You raise it to the heaven of lovers
Qaysiat Laila Al-Amiriyya
So that you may become the virgin’s word in his secret conversations
And the little bits of beauty of sound
She climbs the ladder of chanting in her Sufi aura
Ya after ya.
The white woman
Calling softness small bathrooms,
The morning drops with their transparent cooing
Calling the sweetness of visions, and the sensitivity of the spectra
With the light that splits the water of femininity
Naked as a daisy,
Clear like the crescent moon.
It is our love for the clouds before they fall into the pool of desires.
The thread of sadness is tied to the string of bitter nostalgia,
Our soul's desire to die in the feminine homeland
To become a blind ripple on the face of the sand.
It is our longing to sleep in the fresh water stream
Like children
We return to the womb of the beginning, swimming
So that we can wander in the sky of color in spectra
Imagination creates it.
Hunching over the stream
Like the trunk of an old willow with tears
I see in the mirrors of water the shadows of women,
I see the flow of their desired beauty
rising above the sight of absolute whiteness,
And the snow that melts from their bodies
Like a blind questioner
Let femininity become a stream and flow...
Away to ponds that the deer will drink.
And I see the lustful woman being bathed in the pouring rain,
I see a girl bathed in the sun with soap
In the water of the clouds
To become the bride of lovers
When pomegranates appear in the trees in the morning...
I see apple-fresh breasts
A fragrant nectar emerges from her desires
Albumin in the water.
If only I, O River, were given childhood
I do not lean on the banks of the water like a willow
I hear his voice flowing through the ears like bells
And the cradle over which the branches shake over its newborn
Mahdi !
If only I, O river, were given tranquility
I would have leaned on the milk of the spring like a weaned child
The thirsty person sighed
From my heat and my cold!
As if the line of water was under the inkwells of the willow
The thread of pleasure stolen from the light of black eyes
The thread of our nostalgia connected to the distant mother
Before life becomes a view from the balcony of the past
To the regret of heaven.
As if the white woman is the last thing we like among women
Description of nature
Some of the greatest nature poets are the poets of Andalusia who were fascinated by its enchanting nature, and we do not forget Abu Tammam, who excelled in this type of poetic themes, and the following are some of these poems.
In describing Medina Al-Zahra
Ibn Shakhis
These are the buildings of the Commander of the Faithful
He makes the end of the world worse than the beginning
In the same way, we found the sun to be the largest
A certain amount, even if it falls short of Saturn’s height
Al-Zahraa factory has been wiped out
The One who unites the destiny according to a similarity and from a similarity
Its virtues escaped the effort of its describer
Speaking is like being silent, and being brief is like making a mistake
Rather, its merit is among the buildings of the entire earth
Like the superiority of the state that built it over other countries
Al-Hanaya's bows almost rivaled her
The crescent of happiness, were it not for the stigma of evil
It was composed, and its deficiency became complete
Perhaps things become less complete
Its fullest teeth are at its highest point
From the pearls of creation during holidays
How many bird lovers have been
In it they go from prairie to prairie
If the pelvis stagnates, encourage them
On moving from one source to another
As if his alabaster tablets had been emptied
From afternoon water that has neither frozen nor flowed
Or drove from the pages of the atmosphere on the day of clear
Paper because the sun is in Aries
He gently touched his cheeks and ran
The water of modesty in the hour of shame
If the blossoms of stars meet above it, it becomes
It erupts from its water without a flame
And if the breeze of the wind blows it, you will think it
The sword plate was shaken by the hero's hand
The edges of eternity have softened and are passing away
Abu Tammam
The edges of eternity have softened and are passing away
And the dust began to disintegrate in its jewels
The beginning of the summer camp descended in praise
And the hand of winter is new and does not deny
If it were not for the one who planted winter with his palm
The summer camp found fruitless shoots
How many nights he grieved the country himself
Therein is a day and his blood is mutilated
Rain that melts the day after it
It's almost clear, it's raining
Rain, for the skies are clear rain
You have his face, and wakefulness is full of rain
Dew, when applied to the earth
The clouds came to him and he was excused
Our spring was in nineteen Hajj
Indeed, here is the blooming spring
The days were not robbed of joy
If only a well-trained garden would last long
First you see things if they have changed
It was smooth and beautiful when the earth changed
My friends, look closely
You will see the faces of the earth how they are depicted
You see a sunny day that has turned gray
The flower of usury is as if it were moonlit
The world is a pension for the next, even if
The spring is clear, but it is a sight
She began to shape her stomach to match her appearance
A light that almost illuminates hearts
From every flower dripping with dew
It was as if an eye was descending upon him
It appears and is veiled by the clouds as if it were
A virgin who appears at times hidden
Until her guidance and help became apparent
Two categories in spring dressing strut
Yellowish and reddish, as if it were
Right nerve in the jugular nerve is damaged
From the green leaf of the plant, as if it were
A pearl that is split before then saffron
Or shining in red, as if
He approaches him from the yellow air
He made what had not been for the marvels of his making
It is no longer yellow, it is green anymore
A creation emerging from spring as if
The character of the Imam and his available guidance
On earth is due to the justice of the Imam and his presence
And from the young plant there are lamps that blossom
Riyadh and what is tamed to do are forgotten
Never mentioned throughout the nights
When the caliph becomes dark, something happens
Ain al-Huda and his caliphate is a quarry
Her movements increased and were noticeable
For a while, she seemed to be thinking
I still know that the knot of her matter
In his palm since you made a choice
Time has passed, there is no blameworthy hand
For accidents, and no one is afraid of evil
He organized the country and it became as if it were
A contract that has justice as its essence
There was nothing left of a desolate place that had not dried up
Whoever mentions it, it is as if it is present
A king who is always proud in his days
Its whiffs are few and many
Let it be difficult for the nights after that
To be afflicted with hardship with their expenses
In the land of Andalusia
Ibn Safar Al-Marini
In the land of Andalusia, Amaa enjoys happiness
And the heart does not part with happiness
Its rivers are silver and its soil is musk
And the prick is its meadow, and the pearl is pebbles
And the air has a kindness that pleases
He who does not feel compassion and whims appear from him
The breeze that blows it is not magic
There is no spread of the deer’s mechanisms
But I hope the peer is aroused by it
In rose water, so it was good around
Where does it reach what I classify?
How does what you obtained contain statistics?
It was distinguished from the sides of the earth when it appeared
Unique and distinguished by the water
It circled a broader scale that flickered
They found her beautiful when she appeared
That is why the flower smiles in it out of mirth
And the birds sing and the branches listen
In it, virgins were taken off, and there was no substitute for it
It is Riyadh and all the land is desert
Spring has arrived
Al-Bahturi
Spring has come to you, strutting around laughing
So good that they almost spoke
Nowruz alerted in the dark
The first words were yesterday, they were asleep
hail of dew cracks it, as if
He utters a hadith that was concealed before
And from the trees spring restores its clothing
upon it, as you have published a miniature
Resolve, so show the eyes a screen,
It was an eyesore, as it was forbidden.
And the breeze of the wind, until I counted it
He brings the breath of loved ones, yes
What detains the breath that you are in,
And what prevents the strings from singing?
And you are still vinegar for the regretful when they get high,
And they went around looking for stars
You deigned to pour cups upon them,
But they were not able to express any respect towards you
Didn't the bird speak loudly?
Ibn Khafaja
Didn't the bird speak loudly, until it spoke?
The branch weakened for him until he was disturbed
So he filled with joy between a faint shadow
Moist and water there snaked
Walk in the garden, Mona's sister
Come closer to Madama, the mother of rapture
And a pregnant woman from the daughters of Qena
Amalida bears fresh greens
fir, leafy, virgin,
And she laughs, brightly, about Shanab
And he calls her in the wind of youth
An aquamarine that yielded gold
Sometimes her breath hitches,
And sometimes you flirt with her closely
She smiled in a state of satisfaction
And she looks on with anger