Poems expressing sadness

Sorrow

It is the bad feeling, distress, and pain that a person feels for a reason, whether it is separation dear to his heart, or injustice he was exposed to, or they are on his heart, and it is the opposite of joy and pleasure, and at that time a person feels helpless and despair of life, and there are many poets who grieved for several reasons and expressed That is with poetry among them: Hafez Ibrahim, Al-Buhturi, and Nizar Qabbani, and in this article we will show you the most beautiful and wonderful poems that express sadness.

Lock the tongue and release tears

Hafez Ibrahim is Muhammad Hafez Ibrahim, an intelligent and skilled Egyptian poet. He was born in 1872 AD. He lived as an orphan of his father. He had a strong memory and memorized everything that was mentioned before him, especially the Qur’an and poetry. Therefore, his poetry is considered a record of all the events that took place in his era. He died in 1932 AD at the age of 60, and one of his most beautiful sad poems is the following poem:

Hold the tongue and release tears

I am deaf with your obituary

You have a favor that has circled my neck

As long as I want her collar to be removed

The imam died and I had a canopy

And you were a shield for me

Let the envious gloat in a man

She fell asleep and became epileptic

And let the days bear their burden

The helper turned a blind eye and starved the pasture

I see paralysis after him

With the hand of Al-Ula and its nose a stump

And I see the dew lonely and worried

And I see chivalry a quarter of it wasted

There was Abu Hassan in this world

He pays the favor and does well

If a person of high standing comes with Muhammad

And a string of shah with the same intercession

So if you look at his fingertips

You dewed, I thought his palm was a spring

Ask me, for I am one of his masters

Ask the acquaintances how much benefit they reaped

The mother of languages ​​has fertilized it

Fertile to give its people udders

By God, were it not said he came

I prayed his grave seven times

I'm fed up with life and who

He loses his loved ones and gets fed up

And I became in a country that surrounded me

There are evils in it, and I do not see repulsion

How many of my friends do me good

As if a snake was under his clothes

He seeks to hide the softness of his touch

Live lanes that run away from me

How I tried to demolish their shovels

And the father of God increased me in elevation

I have become an individual who does not support me

He changed the statement and they became a plural

We wished them to destroy them with my hand

Rarely did the soaking affect them

And perhaps a free man salivated in a crowd

They are not suitable for a wide shoe

Who consoles me and eats me?

In this world and who cares

Neither Jah protects me nor extends

About me repels intrigue and slander

With you I used to pay every normal

And I answer in plain sight if I am called upon

And the stumbling block of every miserable one is dismissed

I fulfill the rights and succeed in the endeavour

Even the obituary mourned Abu Hassan

I wish I were the one who mourns

Enemies became angry, so they tried to fool her

Of them for the rope of our father definitely

They shot him a bit and they carried

unjustly, so he claimed it

O Doha for righteousness has been published

In every business it has a branch

And a beacon of grace has been raised

Above the quiver, its light shone

And as a source of sustenance, I praise it

He did not return a poor person or supplicate

I mourned you and the sorrow is great

And sadness cracks my joy a crack

It is not surprising if I fall short in you

Most of the afflicted exceeded the wide

I will fulfill your right to lament as

Satisfy if you can not return

Balqis poem

Nizar Qabbani said when he felt very sad about the separation of his wife, Balqis, who died in the explosion of the Iraqi embassy in Beirut, in this poem, which he wrote down in his book Balqis Poem, which was published in 1982 AD:

thank you

thank you

My beloved was killed, and now you can

To drink a cup on the grave of the martyr

And my poem was assassinated

And is there a nation on earth

Except we assassinate the poem

Belqis

She was the most beautiful queen in the history of Babylon

Belqis

It was the tallest palm tree in the land of Iraq

She was walking

Peacocks accompany her

And Ayel follows her

Belqis, my pain

Oh the pain of the poem when the fingertips touch it

Do you see

After your hair, the ears will rise

Green Nineveh!

My blonde gypsy

Oh waves of the Tigris

She is dressed in the spring with her leg

The sweetest anklet

They killed you, Bilqis

any Arab nation

that is

The voices of nightingales kill

Where is the samwal?

And the sleazy

And the first gastropods

Tribes ate tribes

And foxes killed foxes

And spiders killed spiders

An oath with your eyes to them

It houses millions of planets

I will say, O my moon, about the wonders of the Arabs

Is heroism an Arab lie?

Or like us history a liar

Belqis

Don't miss me

The sun is after you

Do not light on the coasts

I will say in the investigation

The thief is now wearing the fighter's dress

I say in the investigation

The talented leader has become like an entrepreneur

And I say

The story of radiation is the silliest joke ever told

We are a tribe among tribes

This is history, Belqis

How does a person differentiate

Between gardens and dumps

Belqis

O martyr and the poem

And the pure disinfectant

Saba is searching for its owner

Individual greetings to the masses

Oh the greatest of queens

O woman who embodies all the glories of the Sumerian ages.

Belqis

My sweetest bird

And my most precious icon

Oh, tears that fell down Magdalene's cheek

Did you see your darkness when I moved you

One day on the banks of Adhamiya

Beirut kills one of us every day

And every day looking for a victim

And death is in our coffee cup

And in our apartment key

And in the flowers of our balcony

And in newspapers

and letters of the alphabet

Here we are, Balqis

Once again we enter the age of ignorance

Here we go into savagery

Underdevelopment, ugliness, and meanness

Once again we enter the ages of barbarism

Where writing is a journey

between the fibula and the fibula

Where the assassination of a butterfly in its field

case became

Do you know my love Balkis

It is the most important thing they wrote in the books of love

It was a great mix

between velvet and marble

The violet was between her eyes

He sleeps and does not sleep

Belqis

Oh perfume in my memory

O grave that travels in the clouds

They killed you in Beirut like any deer

After they killed the words

They left, so what lesson was not spilled

Al-Buhturi is Abu Ubadah Al-Walid, born in 205 AH. He was known for his great intelligence, acumen, and prowess in poetry. He adhered to the pillar of poetry. Most of his poetry was in description, satire, lamentation, threat, and praise. He died in 284, and among his poems that express sadness are the following poem:

they left what lesson was not spilled

Sorry, what resolve was not overcome?

the difference between us

The love of the cores for the stepson of that lord

The crow is right. I have seen their suns

Yesterday you set in the sides of the West

If only you had seen us and what made the fancy

In our hearts you would envy those who were not loved

The sergeant was busy and we were happy to be alone

In abandonment, avoidance, avoidance

So her expressions faltered, and then she

Passion describes with an expressive tearful tongue

She complains of parting with the murdered Sababah

The east of tears is tormented by separation

Obedience to the immoral women and my clothing

The leaves of youth and my evil are not gone

And if I turn to my age, I see it

Like the rope of a difficult ejaculation

Twenty shortened and lengthened by youth

fondness for admonishing a beast that does not

What is mine and the days spent spending it

My current and most in the country my volatility

I will be a companion of darkness, and I will be rich

In response to the bald morning sponsor

So I will be a bright phase of the East

maximum and western phase of Morocco

And if time clothe you with a suit of destitute

So wear him the cores and set aside

And I stayed with the planets riding

Her miracles with determination like the planet

And the night is in the color of a crow

He is in his sweetness, even if he does not play

And Al-Eess escaped from his chicken as he was evacuated

The dye of youth from the gray occipital

Until the morning was manifested in its flanks

like water shining behind moss

They ask the Ula community from Wael

In that pure and good origin

And the rest of the Arabs for whom she testified

Ed's sons are Fakhar and Ya'rub

With a green room with a fountain

sweet stripes and grassy side

The delegates sneered, so he was upholstered or accused

Or someone from East or West

they threw sticks beside it and howled

It has a polite aghar king

Own him every foul day

Unbelievable courage and proven resolve

And you see him in the darkness of tyranny, so you imagine him

A moon overpowers men with a planet

O Malik, son of the Malikis

What is the doctrine of the honorable about them

I came to you asking, so I simplified it

My hope and the success of your hand is my demand

So I was satiated with your kindness and abundance

I narrated from your family and welcome

And you became a better hedge from me on

My soul and have mercy on me there from my father

You gave me until I thought a lot

you gave me a deposit that was not given

Let Madhhij, daughter of Madhhij, thank you

Of the most numerous family of Ghouth, and Jundub

And when do you prevail in generosity and dew?

By conquering the generous, you will prevail

People, if it is said that salvation is what they have

Change diapers and robes from smugglers

They walk under the thickets of swords to battle

Thirst walks to the coolness of the drink

They pile on the teeth in the mud

Like the morning overflowing the stars of the dusk

The presence of rain makes you forget their presence if

their palms stumbled upon a barren year

Even if generosity is better behind

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